Welcome Home [MF]

Those of you who are familiar with my other posts know that I have this account to blow off some of my excess sexual energy while the current boyfriend and I ease into some things. He is older than I am by about seven years and very vanilla, whereas I am something more akin to cherry cordial or butter pecan. I have been gradually introducing him to sprinkles, little additive things—places to touch one another that aren’t overtly sexual but feel good or variations on classic positions that create more profound sensations—that turn me on (and I hope he also appreciates) but don’t outright change the flavor of our sex life. The furthest I had gotten him to go is “chocolate sauce;” not in the literal sense, I blew him in the very dark parking lot after a late movie. But, I was hoping that it was just enough extra topping to get him to crave another bite. Do get me wrong. I am totally satisfied with out sex life and I would be more than happy to settle into the sexy little town of Pleasantville, but I think he has a wild side that he has yet to fully express and I want that for him, of us.

He was out of town all last week on business. He doesn’t travel very often, but when he does, he comes home frustrated and annoyed. I think he must have had some kind of epiphany in that hotel room by himself because things have been… different since he got back. While he was away, we chatted every night, but on Wednesday, he was feeling frisky and actually brought up sex and how much he wanted to be home in bed with me. Getting him to open up about his desires is usually like opening a Chinese puzzle box, you have to know how to do it, or you get nowhere very quickly. Needless to say, I ran with it. After about 30 minutes of gentle prying, he told me he wanted me to try giving him jackoff instructions. It shocked the Hell out of me.

It was early in the evening, so I told him to go get some food and relax, and I would call later. Really, I wanted time to research. If I was going to do this, I was going to it well and blow his mind. I spent the next few hours watching some JOI porn—holy wow, a lot of those videos are awful. You really have to dig to find anything worthwhile—and asking advice on r/Sex. It took some effort, but I finally got to a place where I felt confident instead of self-conscious and silly. I even told him to stop and get lube on his way home from dinner. He was confused, be rolled with it like a good sport.

He suggested that we video chat so I could watch him as I instructed and “correct him” if he “misbehaved.” I spent two hours doing what felt like dirty guided meditation. It was HOT. I lean toward the submissive, but I can still take charge with the best of them and having that much control over him was very arousing. I dictated everything from what part of his hand he could use (fingertips, or palm) to what was allowed to think about while doing it.

I told him to lie back, close his eyes and just listen and follow instructions. I started him off slowly, building a scene for him in which we were together. I opted for sensual over dirty because my guy is very into intimacy and high body contact positions. I made him leave his khakis on and think about my lips on his neck and my hand on his cock while he used his fingertips to lightly stroke only the shaft until I was satisfied by how hard he was. He was at full erection before I let him give the head any attention at all. I am a sucker for a good slow burn start so, when I actually allowed him to unzip, there was already precum all over his boxers. He let out an exasperated sigh when I made him restart the same process with his boxers still on. Almost 45 minutes passed before I let him make skin to skin contact. He called me a “cock tease” under his breath.

I had him use his nondominant hand, twisting his wrist as he went, mimicking the way I would stroke him, but with less finesse. I varied his speed, and the strength of his grip told him where to focus his attention. i.e., tight grip quickly circling the head with a downstroke over the shaft every few circles while holding his balls in free and pressing his thumb against the muscle underneath his balls and rubbing to stimulate the prostate (he had never let me do that before and had no idea how good that felt). I had to edge him a few times after that because I wasn’t even close to finished with him and he was primed to cum. I had to stop him at shorter and shorter intervals. It’s easy to tell when is going to cum, his breathing changes, and the noises he makes take on a slightly higher pitch. It turns me on just thinking about them…

Now that we had made it through foreplay, all bets were off, and I wanted him to want it bad. During his last cool down period, I took my pajamas off and let him see my body and how wet I was from watching him stroke his cock. I let him watch me but not touch himself while I touched myself. I introduced the lube about a half an hour before I planned to let him finish. I told him to slather it on and think about my hips bouncing on him as he did. I was also touching myself, so he got the added benefit of my moaning and sighing. I went through every different touch combination I could think of trying to get him hyper-aroused and begging to cum. I wanted him to be putty that I could just mold into whatever shape I wanted. When he finally came, it was glorious. My boy is a shooter, but he rarely makes it past his belly button, this time he hit the pillows. I was so proud and a tad smug—I couldn’t help it.

When we finished, He knew that I had been masturbating too, but asked me not to cum, going so far as to ask me to masturbate whenever I felt like it, but to not cum until he got home on Friday. Again, I was floored. I agreed with enthusiasm but was still surprised by the request. Here is this docile and kind of repressed man asking me bluntly for sexual favors outside of “Baby, will you blow me?” or “Will you wear that red thing I like tonight, please?” Warm, tingly flush does not begin to cover how it made me feel. I just wanted to squeal and kiss him all over.

Just like his last request, I wanted to make this one exciting and enticing as well. I used every method at my disposal to get all worked up Thursday and Friday. I played with every toy at my disposal, so when he got home around noon on Friday, I would be preped and ready for anything he wanted. As he was boarding his flight home, he texted me his ETA and asked me to “surprise him with something we have never tried before.” Good golly, I was just elated at the prospect of getting to pick any of the myriad kinks I like to play in to try with this guy of mine. But, I had to reign it in. I have discussed with him several of my likes and dislikes before, saving a few of them for the right time. He has seen all of my sex toys, but we have yet to use anything more adventurous than vibrators together thus far. And this was not the day for *take me to Macy’s and quietly fuck me senseless in the dressing room* or *Honey, this is Sven, he knows five words of English and I want you both to use me for the next several hours.* No, this was the day for something more tame, something small that wouldn’t shock his system back to *anything that isn’t missionary will cause fire and brimstone to rain from the heavens.* I had the perfect idea.

I made the bed and set about making myself feel perfect and sexy. I brushed my hair up into a ponytail, making sure it was high on my head. I picked out his favorite lingerie—a red satin number with tiny straps the are useless under the weight of my chest, Lace cups, and a hemline that floats down just far enough to cover my ass. I spread sweet pea scented lotion all over my body so my every inch of my skin would softer and silkier than the fabric. And last but certainly not least, I picked out a mid-sized mental butt plug with a red heart-shaped jewel on the end and put it in. When I heard the car door close, I laid down on my stomach with my head on my arms. It raised the hem of my nighty just enough that he would see that I wasn’t wearing panties and I had fulfilled his request in pulling out a sex toy we had never used together. I heard the front door and him coming up the stairs, and I could hardly keep quiet. I was stifling the urge to turn into a giggling mess of nerves. Even though I missed him and wanted him so badly, I was in a pretty vulnerable position, and that made me anxious.

I glanced over my shoulder at him when the bedroom door shuts, he was already unbuttoning his shirt. “Welcome home, Sugar. Do you like it?” His only response it to undo his belt and nod, wide-eyed. I helped him take his pants off, pulled him down onto the bed with me and gave him the sloppiest blow job, very wet, I used both hands, I paid attention to his balls and his prostate (a first in person), even got my lips right down to the base several times, gaging a little in the process. He also took the ponytail hint and grabbed ahold to direct my pace and general depth (which he never does!). I was already turned on before he got home, this was a straight-up tease for both of us.

My guy doesn’t like to cum from oral if the option for sex is on the table, so he jerked up on my hair gently and says “turn around, ass up.” I was a good girl and obeyed him, presenting my ass for his inspection. He grabbed my hips and dove in without any pretense. Fucking me hard and fast with the plug in right off the bat and it feels incredible. He was so much more aggressive than usual. Pulling my hair, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a splotchy handprint, putting his hand around my throat; All out of the norm for him but such a fucking turn on for me. He knows that I like it hard and fast when I am revved up and raring to go, and he delivers regularly, but his idea of rough, and mine is the difference between a gentle mist and a storm.

My first orgasm came quickly, and it was well earned. My thighs were slick with from my arousal, and I buried my face in the bedspread to scream. He was relentless with the pace, within minutes I was ready to cum again. I am just begging him to cum, I can’t breathe, flushed, shaking, squeezing him super tight, practically screaming how badly I want him to cum inside me. He came hard, and his pulsing cock pushed me over the edge too. It was magical. I wiped off my thighs but didn’t clean up before he took me to lunch.

I think he missed me.

We had a lot of sex this past weekend. A lot of good “dirty” sex. The kind that made him blush when his mother asked if he was happy to be home. Oh, I met his parents on Sunday too; silly, kinda slutty me could not stop thinking about stealing away with him for some alone time in his old bedroom. It’s a good thing mothers tend to trust a girl in pearls with their precious boys; otherwise, it could have been an awkward day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8sl0wd/welcome_home_mf