Playing With Scissors (MF)

The lights were low, the music, loud. Jimi Hendrix always put me in the mood. I arranged myself on a chair directly across from the front door of my little apartment. He was due to arrive any moment and my heart was beating wildly, from the music and the anticipation. I was nervous, but knew I could pull this off. I rearranged my breasts in my corset, tousseled my hair in the mirror once more and grinned at myself. I heard a soft knock at the door, and a moment later the knob turned. Standing there was the boy I had lusted for and pined over since high school.

We had become fuck buddies a few years before, when he asked me to take his virginity on his 18th birthday. But tonight was different. I had finally “gotten over him” and accepted that he would never fall in love with me, no matter how well I sucked his dick. But the physical chemistry was undeniable and I was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.

He looked around, bewildered, as we had dispensed with any pretense of formality or romance years before. “Take off your shirt and shoes.” I ordered in a husky voice, just loud enough to be heard over Jimi wailing out the lyrics to All Along The Watchtower. He complied eagerly. I slipped the scissors out from under the cushion of my chair and smiled coyly. He only looked more confused. He didn’t have a clue that I was about to rock his world. Snip, snip.

I ran the scissors slowly down my inner thigh, down my knee and to my calf. I artfully snipped a seam and barred some tan flesh. His eyes lit up with recognition of our favorite scene from Tank Girl. “You can come a little bit closer, if you want.” And he did. I slowly ran the scissors back up to my knee and cut another slice into my fishnets. A little higher up my thigh, and he stepped a bit closer, closing the gap between us with every slice of the scissors. I made him wait, taking my time as I brought the scissors across my corset, snipping away at it as well. I slowly revealed my taught belly, then cut away the shoulder straps and down between my breasts, allowing them free. I could see his bulge, swelling by the moment in his jeans, see his breath quicken as he licked his lips. He trembled as he reached for the scissors and laid them on the table behind me. I reached up and unzipped and freed his now rock hard, throbbing cock. Never breaking eye contact, I took him into my mouth and began to lap at the underside of his head while working his shaft with my hands, savoring the moans of pleasure he expressed, his fingers twisting themselves in my hair gently. After a few minutes he pulled away and in a fluid motion, lifted me up and pulled me close. My legs wrapped around him tightly as he hungrily sought my mouth with his. He carried me to my bed and laid me out before him. His eyes greedily roamed my body as he deftly stripped the remnants of my outfit from me. His hands kneaded my thighs and spread me legs open and he slowly worked his way up towards my wet and eager slit. I reached down and began working his dick slowly, feeling him twitch. He pulled my hands away and whispered,” It’s your turn…” He gently kissed my mons before his tongue slid between my lips and I moaned in appreciation. My head fell back and I revelled in the moment, releasing myself into the pleasure. He knew exactly how to kiss me there, knew how to read my body as I came closer and closer to climax. As his tongue played gently on my clit, he sucked it with an ever increasing tempo. And then it was glory. My body arched into him, needing more of him and his tongue complied. I trembled in the waves and aftershocks. He rest his head upon my belly, catching his breath and smiling before pulling himself up above me. His hands grasped my waist as he kissed me deeply and thrust into me. I gasped again as I was stretched and filled to capacity. He held me tightly as he began to thrust, slow but deep, his face nuzzled into my neck. I could feel him getting close and I tightened around him, my own orgasm nearing. He licked and nibbled my ear as he pulled out and flipped me over, sliding right back into me from behind. He gripped my waist hard, fingers digging into my hip bones and his pace quickened. Within a minute I was peaking, moaning his name as my orgasm took me and I flexed around him, squeezing him. I felt his body go rigid as he pulled us impossibly closer. With his breath in my ear as he murmered my name, I felt him rock deeper than I had ever felt him. He exploded into me and it felt like lava running down between us and we collapsed forward. He kissed my shoulder and rolled to his back, pulling me into his arms. His eyes closed and a huge grin played on his lips. I snuggled closer, head on his chest and he whispered, ” Good game, champ.” As we had done for years. Good game, indeed.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5bkh0x/playing_with_scissors_mf