It was our last chance to get any alone time before a week long visit to his parents. We had like 30 min before the dog sitter arrived. I grabbed my vibrator and whispered in his ear as he was finishing repairing the vacuum, “I’m setting a 30 min timer and I’ll be in the bedroom having fun with this until it goes off.” He smirked as I playfully trotted off.
Back in the bedroom, I felt inspired. I wanted it to feel more special than normal, so I ran over to my “goodie box,” the gold box lined with red velvet where I keep my favorite lingerie. I grabbed his favorite color (royal blue) extra strappy garter belt. Should I put the matching panties on? I thought. They’ll just get in the way. Plus I don’t have time for that. I finished it off with my favorite black lacy balconette bra that prop my breasts up and spills them out of the top of the cups. I love how my nipples peek out of this bra because I can feel the edge of the lace rubbing up against them and it also invites attention them, which I obviously love. Sometimes I wonder if I could climax from nipple stimulation alone… will have to try one day.
After throwing on my deep blue and sandalwood mala necklace, I decided to finish off the outfit by putting on this absolutely fire engine, cherry red lip gloss from 100% pure, an amazing brand with all natural ingredients that are as good as edible. I am mostly an au’naturale kind of gal, wearing no makeup most days, and even when I do, it’s very minimal. So I knew my bright red glossy lips would make an impact when he eventually came to join me in the room. I tossled up my hair and admired myself in the mirror. Damn. I was turning myself on. Maybe I have a lingerie fetish?
We have this floor to ceiling mirror next to the bed for… well you know what it’s for. I got on my knees on the bed facing the mirror to admire myself some more. Damn! I ran my hands down my body. It’s nice being bi because I can turn myself on with my curves. I turned to the headboard and looked at my lovely little display of lubes (all Aloecadabra… amazing and edible product!). I chose Mango Passion for today and dabbed some over my clit and ran it down my lips. Haha. I was already wet.
I turned on my vibrator (best birthday gift ever, from my bf) and ran it down from my pubic bone to right over my clit. My god. The zero to sixty on this thing is just insane. I started playing with the top of my nipple that was peaking out of my balconette. Ugh! I started alternating from sitting back down on my feet and then up on my knees pressing forward into the vibrator. I got a little more lube and dabbed it on the nipple I was playing with. I smirked to myself when I realized that later when he started sucking on my breasts (like he always does), he would notice that only one of them tasted like mango.
I started moaning and I knew he would hear me from the other room. He was in “go mode” running around trying to finish everything for the sitter. He came into the room and glanced at me with naughty side eye when he saw me. And he just kept walking, grabbed what he needed and then power walked out. This was part of his tease. I think he came back in one more time before leaving and shutting the door behind him. I didn’t think anything of his shutting the door because we are still socializing our dog and cat to each other so we close doors to keep them separated throughout the day. I just kept playing with myself, getting so turned on by the way I looked in all that lace, all those straps, all those beads, and most of all… the cherry red.
Knock, knock. I was confused for a moment. Why is he knocking? Oh, he must be trying to be cute announcing that he’s ready to come play now. I decided to play along and coyly called out, Who’s there? He slid open the door revealing that he was leaning with his elbow against the door frame, with an multimeter and drill hanging on his belt and a white hard hat on. “Did someone call for electrician?” He was grinning so much. It was so cute and hilarious and yet also, he looked damn hot. I felt happy to be invited into this game with him. I’ve never done any role play before. I guess you could say that sexually, I’m a bit of a late bloomer. We have been on this really beautiful exploration together and I feel like I’m finally starting to express myself sexually. What can I say, I finally found someone who gives me everything I need to blossom and shine.
“Oh sir, but I’m not decent, I don’t know…” I coyly played along and said something about an electrical problem I needed his help with and he sauntered into the room. He wrapped me up into a tight embrace and kissed me deeply. I knew the lipstick would be everywhere but I didn’t care. He made his way kissing down to my neck which I absolutely love. It was so good I couldn’t move.
We kissed and laughed some more, he ended up taking off all his tools, then all his clothes and climbing into the bed. We noticed there was a perfect kiss mark on my neck and had a laugh about it. I got an idea on the spot and said, “how about we see how far down your cock I can get this lipstick?” He was super into the idea and said he was just about to suggest that. Great minds think alike. ;)
He laid down on his back and I got on my hands and knees hovering over his cock. I knew he would have a great view (since my upper body was lower than my ass) of my back, my ass sticking up in the air and all those bright blue straps. I started by covering the head of his cock in so much saliva that is started flooding down. Then I took the head of his cock into my mouth by placing the inside of my lips around it (to preserve the lipstick, of course). With my lips I started rolling his foreskin over his head and then pushing it back. Kind of jacking him off with his own foreskin, but using my lips to do it. Then I pushed forward and took him deeper into my mouth, then back to the rolling his foreskin back and forth. I noticed my lipstick had left some lines on his cock from when I went deeper. So I went deeper again, this time until I felt his cock hit the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down for a while. Pulling back to focus on his head again I could see all the different lines from each bob, at varying depths down his shaft.. Like a good glass of beer that leaves froth marks on the glass from every sip. I looked up at him as I kept working him and I love the look on his face. It’s his fuck yes face where his eyes are kind of squinted and I can tell he’s just flooded with oxytocin and delight. And raw, primal desire. I felt good about being able to give him this face. I kept holding my vibrator over my clit as I kept sucking on and rubbing his cock with my lips and sometimes it would feel so good that I would just stop, mid stroke, and squeeze and freeze with pleasure. Then I’d let out a sigh or a moan and keep going. I wonder what moaning on his cock feels like for him. Maybe the vibration adds to it? Don’t know but I just could’t help it.
He started narrating what was happening as if it were a gonewildstory (we both read them) and I knew this was going to be the first story I actually put pen to paper. God I wish I could remember the things he was saying. Something about his glistening cock. Something about my lipstick. Hearing him narrate just egged me on and made me work him faster.
Eventually he grew to the point where I could no longer reach the lipstick marks at the base of his cock, and I decided to climb on for a ride. What the fuck ever about red lipstick getting all over my pussy, thighs, ass, bedsheets… it’s edible remember? ;) Plus I was already wet and swollen from all the vibrator play so I was definitely ready.
As I climbed up on him, putting my knees on the outside of both his hips, my breasts fell forward into his face and he immediately started sucking on them. God do I love this. “Taste the mango?” I asked. He just smiled and nodded yes. I put my clit up against the underside of the base of his cock and pressed forward, slowly sliding my clit up his cock and coating it with my joy. I slid back and forth a few times loving the skin on skin feel and then his tip found my opening. We looked at each other instantly with longing. I put the vibrator over my clit again and very slowly started sinking down. “Oh God” he seemed to say almost every time in that first moment of coming home to the inside of my pussy. And this time was no different. I let out a moan. I wanted to enjoy every single centimeter. I paused in place for a while and just enjoyed how good it felt to have him parting me open and the vibrator titillating my clit. He started gently thrusting, just his head, in and out of me, but never fully out. The few inches of depth turned into a few more, and now I was leaning forward with my hands on the bed above his shoulders moaning more uncontrollably. At one point I sat up so my shoulders were stacked over my hips and my hips over my knees. He responded by raising his hips high enough to still get inside of me, then even higher, high enough to pick me and my knees up off the bed completely. He slammed me up and down off the bed like this a few times and we both kind of chuckled about it while enjoying it. He’s super athletic and I think we both kinda like it when he shows off what he can do. (Like fuck me standing while holding me up… and I’m a tall one… but that’s a story for another day ;) )
(Caveat: we have had extensive conversations about using the terms “slut” and “whore” and although these terms can be used to abuse and oppress women in certain contexts, I am choosing to use and play with these words in the context of this loving relationship because it is part of my process of reclaiming my raw and wild sexuality that was evangelically brain-washed out of me as a child)
He was looking up at me with those fuck yes eyes again. I wanted to make some comment about how all I wanted was for you to fix my electricity, sir… but my brain was too broken with pleasure to think of any words. “Is that how cock hungry you are, you little slut?” He teasingly asked me. “You call me over to fix your lights but all you really needed was to get fucked?” Now I have MY fuck yes eyes on, and I nod my head innocently. “Yes…. I just couldn’t help myself” I played along. I think because I repressed my sexuality for so long, that the idea of just letting it absolutely fucking loose in a scenario like that really turns me on, and simultaneously heals me. “I just couldn’t help it… I just needed….” He thrusts harder. “To….” Another thrust. “Get…” I can barely moan the words out. “Fucked!!” And now he’s holding tight onto my hips and thrusting powerfully, faster, yanking my hips down with every thrust. “You just couldn’t help yourself,” he continues on in his fuck yes voice. “Such a cock hungry slut. .. Such a good little cock hungry slut. … And such a good pussy. God I love this pussy!” I was completely nonverbal by this point and wouldn’t be surprised if my eyes were crossed.
For a while I buried my face in the pillow next to him while I held onto the edge of the bed to brace myself against his thrusts and rock my hips in sync with every smash. Then I tucked my chin and looked down to see the absolutely beautiful sight of our bodies merging together, decorated with bright blue straps, black lace, and sparkling beads. The sight of myself in lingerie turned me on so much in this moment I thought that would make me pop right then and there. But sometimes, the height of the peaks you normally find are destined for normal days, and other days the peaks just keep getting higher and higher. This was one of those days. My orgasm just kept climbing. “Look at you, getting everything you need from me” he said to me. This was his reference to my journey in learning how to claim my own pleasure. “Look at you getting everything you need from that cock… your pussy’s just taking everything she needs right now, isn’t she.” This kind of dirty talk that speaks directly to my healing journey is simultaneously the most hot and the most loving thing. Ever. It feels so profound to receive this kind of support from my partner.
I put the vibrator between us and started riding him so it would hit my clit when I rocked forward. There is this way that I can kind of shove the bed down under my hands (which are placed above his shoulders) that makes the bed bounce back up at me and helps me get in this really good rhythm. I absolutely melt for the feeling of my pussy lips, thighs, and ass slapping up against his skin. Slap, slap, slap. I started moaning this sound that I do when it gets really intense that’s kind of like a frustrated sigh that comes from deeper in my throat. It was so fucking good… how could it get any better??
“I’m going to put a baby inside of you and watch you grow every day” he said in his fuck yes voice. We are both really turned on by the idea of conceiving a child together (which we plan to do in a few years) and we knew that I was in the “grey zone” – not close enough to ovulation to wear a condom for the whole ride but close enough to my fertile period that we don’t tempt fate by having him cum inside me bare. I of course got super turned on by him talking about putting a baby inside of me. Especially knowing that I was maybe fertile at the time. I could barely mutter back “That’s what I’m made for….I”m made for you to fuck.” And I did honestly have this feeling inside of me that it’s part of my purpose in life and it felt really, really fulfilling. “I’m going to watch you get really big” he added, knowing that he was talking about my adorable pregnant belly, “and I’m going to fuck you every day no matter how big you get.” This of course put me into such a deep state of surrender. To know that I am so loved and cared for by this incredible man, to know that we are both planning to have the most joyful and sex-fulfilled pregnancy together, and that we will then joyfully raise that child and keep fucking each other wildly as we do so, that he will love that child and be there for that child… it takes me on a literal psychedelic trip where I’m not in the room anymore (but I’m also more present than I’ve ever been). I’m on a cloud and I’m in ecstasy. Completely and utterly surrendered.
I leaned forward so my shoulders were near his and angled my knees in just slightly which tipped my hips up and back, putting myself into a more vulnerable and submissive position. Every muscle tensed as this rigid crouching position I was in got thrown forward and backward with every thrust. I was too high to verbalize, but the thought I kept having in this position that really turned me on was, There’s nothing I can do. I just have to take it. I just have to get fucked by my man. I’m fulfilling my duty. I climbed higher and higher. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Paralyzed with pleasure.
My frustrated throat noises got louder and louder and eventually turned into a kind of scream / roar, as I came on his cock, hard, pulsating and squeezing and milking his cock for what felt like an entire minute. For the last half of the orgasm I stared into his eyes and just let all the noise out of my throat. Everything that was locked up for so long. God. Damn.
After this I was somewhere between laughing maniacally and crying profound tears… I think what came out was a laugh and some body trembles. I pulled the vibrator aside, shut it off, and thrust forward, squeeing him with each after shock. I think we smiled and eye gazed for a few moments before he rolled me over onto my back. It was his turn now. He loves me on my back.
He started pumping into me and saying all kinds of sweet and nasty things… none of which I remember because I had just been fucked into oblivion. All I remember is that when he eventually pulled out of me and walked his knees forward so I could reach his cock with my mouth again, after working it for a while and he went to put it back inside of me, I told him that I could taste his precum on his cock, and this made him hesitate about going back inside of me bare. This is one thing that is so amazing about my partner- as much as we lovvvvee to dirty talk about coming inside me, about having a baby together, we know that the decision we have made for now is to wait to have kids, so no matter what is said in the moment, we know we are not going to cross the lines we’ve laid down to avoid that. This man has an e-break that works without fail. It’s so incredible to be able to trust him so deeply… it makes me free to truly let go and surrender into my wild enjoyment. So rather than put it back inside of me, he started touching himself in the way that I know he does right before he comes, which told me he was close. So he rolled onto his back, I cupped and massaged his balls and got myself in position to catch his come in my mouth when it was time. That was it would still be his seed inside of me. I started saying dirty things to him as he threw his head back and his face screwed up, and at some point he said, “now” so I took his head into my mouth to receive his warm creamy seed. I held it in my mouth for a moment, made eye contact with him, and swallowed.
I went a step further and held out my tongue for him to see that it was all gone (like I have seen in porn so many times) and he just laughed. I like that he laughed at the porn move because he knew it was a porn move. It wasn’t real or authentic like everything else we had just experienced. God, do I love my man. I mean…. My electrician.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12mp7p4/fm_the_electrician_seeing_how_far_down_i_33f
PS This was posted from his parent’s house ;)