This is one of the entry of my blog, so, sorry for the long introduction.
You wanted some more intimacy? This is it.
My partner and I often have time for ourselves. We live together, he works from home, I often finish early and that’s perfect for both of us. At least once a week, we have a special meal by candlelight, usually followed by a little session of sweet torture.
We started this little tradition because we’re the kind of eternal teenagers who eat every meal in front of a show and we wanted to start acting like adults and spending some quality time together.
As I risk talking about my man on occasion, I might as well give him his nickname. So S. has been an integral part of my life for over a year, now. Without even being aware of it, he sometimes made me doubt my polyamorous lifestyle. I thought I could be with him, only him, for the rest of my life. But since he knows me so well, he will never ask m exclusivity. He loves to see me so happy and fulfilled with my new female partner, L. (I hope I don’t run out of letters in the alphabet for all my nicknames!)
So, I’m getting back to my special romantic evenings! The day before yesterday was one of those evenings. We don’t often plan our intercourses, as they’re very frequent and improvised, but there are moments that we know we want special.
I mentioned having worked in a sex shop, a few years ago, so I am quite aware of favoring sex without *artillery* on a daily basis. *Au naturel, baby*. Indeed, frequent use of vibrating, suction or electric shocks devices, etc. will often cause to desensitize our erogenous zones and there is the risk to be gradually in need for more stimulation, over the time.
But once in a while doesn’t hurt!
Bring me my *clit sucker*, “massage” wand, whip, swift, fox tail butt plug, handcuffs, rope, blindfold, ice cubes…
Despite the fact that we were already exhausted from our week, I put on a black lingerie that gave easy access to my crotch and took S. with me into the bedroom. As always, when it’s obvious I’m about to score, I can’t suppress my flirtatious smile as I hold his hand.
Arrived at the foot of the bed, I press my mouth against his, in a deep kiss interspersed with soft lips bitting. He strokes my cheek with his hand, pulls his face away from mine. We exchange a look filled with tenderness, then he takes me by the hips and pushes me on the bed. Without warning, he jumps up next to me, presses me against the mattress and searches for the bed ties lost in the sheets. He voluntarily keeps my legs free, because he really appreciates to bring my thighs back on my stomach and see my pussy in all its glory!
He always takes the opportunity to have a taste, while it’s all up, bringing me inevitably to the edge of enjoyment. At the same time, he stretches his hand to remove the piece of tissue that still hides my right nipple and stimulates it with my intimate lubrication still on his fingers. When he feels I’m ready, he goes up to lick my mons pubis and proceed to make his way to my bare chest. He knows that I love it and that my breasts are very sensitive. He first passes his tongue from the base to the tip of the nipple. I notice he’s masturbating at the same time. I would like to be able to help, but there’s no need. He is ready and wants to be in me, now.
S. places himself on top of me, his cock in hand, passes his glans along my lips, putting more pressure at the entrance of my vagina. I make a small sound as I feel it penetrating me. I take a deep breath and enjoy the slow, deep strokes.
He often takes the time to stop at the bottom to let my pelvic muscles contract on him. This time, I was raging inside that I was not able to touch myself at the same time, but I knew I was going to have my *candy*.
He leans over my head, grabs a pillow, asks me to lift my hips and niche it under my lower back. Thus placed, my pussy well raised, he gently resumes his pelvic strokes in a slow movement, soon to begin a gradual acceleration. All I can do to help him is by contracting myself around his member and keeping pace with his movements.
The new position makes him lose his mind. He suddenly grabs my hips and buries himself deep inside me, creating a sweet torment. Our breathing quickens. In three long deep strokes, I feel warmth fill me. However, he stays inside to continue to taste the moment.
When withdrawing himself, I feel a trickle of his seed flowing from me to my butthole. He leans over to clean me roughly with his tongue, then goes to get one of my best friends, my clitoris sucker. As my crotch is slightly sore, he does not penetrate me with his fingers, but simply applies the tip of my toy under the hood of the clitoris, turns it on and looks me in the eyes.
It’s stronger than me, the feeling pulls me with all its strength towards enjoyment. After a brief moment, I feel the wave of pleasure rising. I no longer retain my satisfaction. A noise of surprise, at first, then a loud scream.
Isn’t it when we go out of the routine that we have the most impressive orgasms?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n1sat2/slice_of_bed_life