I am 22, she is 21. We’ve been together for almost three years now. We have extreme amounts of passion for one another, great dedication to each other’s satisfaction, and a fairly dormant knack for exhibitionism – one that pervades our fantasies and conversations, but which hasn’t surfaced much yet. A small step towards establishing it is this story.
It goes without saying that we are really fucking proud of how our relationship works. We have great communication and really kinky sex in the college age of people falling apart for dumbest reasons. We consider ourselves lucky and generous. This story starts on the eve of Valentine’s Day, where we had a fairly hilarious and slightly drunken conversation with some of our online friends that basically ended up suggesting that Valentine’s is only judiciously spent on a nice dinner, a movie, and then brutal anal on the couch. There is trust in inflicting pain, no?
I took some of the suggestions tossed around by said friends, on their sexual escapades, and it all went into this little plan.
For the most part, we’ve had a calm day, peppered with PDA, spontaneous I-love-yous and lots of bodily contact that couldn’t quite decide its place between the categories of “mushy” and “sexual”. Evening was nearing and, obviously, the pendulum had to swing.
I went for a brief cleanup as she put on some sexy stuff. I arrived in the room with a packet of ice cubes and two glasses of water to see my love clad in long, thigh-high nylon socks and a collar. She looked fantastic as always. Her ass and legs are gorgeous and always demand observation; I stared them down from the toe all the way to where the sock had ended, drawing out her thigh, and gazed upon the wonderful plumpness that is her butt.
Long socks are like a reverse Catch-22 kinda thing, I figure. They conceal the feet for those who don’t particularly care for them, and they pronounce the shape of the legs and feet, drafting attention to them and begging the viewer to notice the tiny toes poking through the material. On top of all that, they send a very hot, slightly slutty message. I was enamored.
We quickly proceeded to making out, in a very long, hot session, exploring each other like on the very first day, sloppy inexperience replaced with passion. She straddled me and grinded against my hard cock, teasing oh so badly that she’d like to plunge herself onto it right here and now, without a condom, to allow herself a moment of forgetfulness. And… so we did. It was risky and foolish, but it felt so very real and spontaneous. My cock immediately succumbed to the warmth and tightness of her hot, already wet pussy and it took us a while to calm ourselves down and end this sexy impasse that could have ended wrong. However brief the moment was, none of us regret it, and we held no consequences afterwards; we made sure to stop before I would come, and used this occasion mostly to relish the intimacy, the hot contact between our genitals, the trust. We made out a lot and I kept vigilant until I signaled that we need to stop; my cock was already bursting. It wasn’t meant to be. Not yet.
She moved lower, kissing my stomach all the way. For a brief moment, my cock landed between her boobs, the wetness from her pussy allowing my cock to slide very nicely on her bright, clean skin, cupped between the soft breasts accomodatingly. She went even lower, teasing all the while, licking around the thighs and the shaft, and I already couldn’t contain my excitement.
She is a masterful cocksucker. If I wasn’t in ecstasy before, I certainly was when her tongue carefully and near-torturously ran all the way from my shaft to the tip, when she tossed it around circling it and kissing it, when she took a momentary dive for the balls and sucked them greedily, stroking my shaft in the meantime. Numerous other things transpired; I can’t describe them all, for most of my time was spent throwing my head in the back, and when I did muster to look up, I could see her, looking at me with my cock in her mouth, which was an indescribable sensation. Needless to say, I came quickly in spite of all her efforts to prolong it, and flooded her mouth with my cum. She swallowed it all. We kissed right afterwards.
It was my turn now. I tied up her arms to a support beam above our bed, using rope. I gave her a blindfold. I put on Massive Attack on headphones – really cool, really sensual album, one of the many gifts from watching House M.D. way back when. I traced my fingers along her beautiful, naked body, and soon afterwards, I did the same with an ice cube.
She shivered with pleasure. I clawed her sweet spot on her side with one hand, sharply grasping it, and balanced the sensation with a cool, delicate touch of the ice cube on the other. I traced it down her sternum, between her breasts. I sprinkled cold water on her chest, then added my hot breath to the sensation. I sucked greedily on her erect nipples. I ate her out.
She couldn’t hear or see. She couldn’t know which angle would I strike from next. I would get hear to near-ecstasy and then deny her the orgasm, replacing my warm tongue with the cold and unforgiving touch of ice. She would be choked, clawed at, and forcefully grabbed. I would delay doing absolutely anything and then just sprinkle more cold water on her. And then, amidst all that, I would give her a single, soft, caring kiss on the lips.
It was excruciatingly long, but she came. Hard. Multiple times. And very loudly.
Next, I fit a leash on her collar, turned her around. She was now presented on her knees, ambient music still blaring in her headphones. I rushed ahead to enter her, and started fucking her, doggystyle. She was really, really wet; it was entirely accomodating, and after a while I got rid of all inhibitions. I became reckless and I pummeled her. Hard, and fast. Her voice was muffled by the pillow she was desperately holding on to, and she was just moaning with pleasure.
I fucked her twice like that, one time after another, stopping just for a sip of water and another condom. I untied her and kissed her deeply. I opened the balcony door; the glass was absolutely covered in steam, and the room smelled of sex. I checked the clock – we fucked ’til 3 AM.
It was a great day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/62rc72/mf_an_ice_valentines_day