SELECT distinct pleasure,
licking,
touching,
stroking
FROM woman
WHERE
she is loving, and
she is excited, and
she is all you want
ASCENDING
into bliss
Author: GarnetAndOpal
Guys and Dolls [M] straight
It all started as gag gifts. My girlfriend (now fiancée) Hayley had the tiniest Chihuahua I ever saw. It was like a long, scrawny potato that yapped. As a joke, I learned how to crochet and made an ugly Christmas sweater for her Chihuahua. She showed it to her friends – all of them, I guess, online friends, friends at work, friends at church. I think she showed it to strangers – people at the supermarket, people at the gym, anyone who didn’t get away fast enough. Then she posted pics online. That is how it all started, a gag gift for my girl’s tiny dog.
I had to start a business to keep up with the requests. I’m that Mr. Nice Guy who doesn’t tell people no. Could I crochet a sweater for your lizard? Sure! Could I crochet a willy warmer for your boyfriend? Sure! Could I crochet nipple warmers for your sister? Sure!
At first, I didn’t even charge for the stuff I made, but it got to the point where I was spending a lot of time researching and figuring out how to make all these custom things. I thought I needed something for my time. I started my business, worked up how to charge for various items, and worked on basic designs for things that might be repeats. “Hooked on Gags” was the name I went with.
Game Over [MF]
Coming into the living room, she said, “I have a game I want us to play.”
Ben looked at her. “What kind of game?”
“A game for lovers.”
“Vicky, we’ve been married six months. We’re a lot more than lovers,” he said with a smile.
“Please.” She said it with that particular whine in her voice, and gave him the puppy-dog eyes.
He sighed. “Ok.” Then he thought about it a moment more. “How long is this going to take?”
“It doesn’t say.” She caught the look on his face and added, “But I guess you can stop whenever you feel like it.” Games were not fun unless all the players were enjoying it…
“All right. What do we have to do for this game?”
She brought a deck of cards out of a small box. “We do whatever it says on the card we draw. We can shuffle them and then take one from the top or bottom. Or we can fan them out and choose a card at random.” She paused, and said, “There are some other things we have to have. I have them in this bag.” She lifted a plastic grocery sack. After a moment, she said, “Well. Do we shuffle them or just fan them out or what?”
Here She Comes [MF- plus] Warning: some violence
Note: This story underwent some rewriting, since I wasn’t quite happy with all of it. The end got special attention, and I think the piece works better now.
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The first and only time I slapped Sally on the ass, she turned and clocked me in the jaw.
I had a hold of her hips as she was kneeling on the bed with her butt poking out – that was the best way to pound her pussy from behind. I am a lot taller, and the mattress is pretty thick. Sally is a shrimp – as she describes it. So I was pounding away, and the way her ass jiggled, it was so fucking cute. I just gave it a nice smack to put a little pink on it. Her pussy spat me out, like a watermelon seed. She rounded on me, still on her knees, and popped up with a right. It happened so fast, my hips hardly had time to stop rocking.
“Damn!” I said. “It was just a little smack.” I felt my jaw.
The Promise [MF] [robot]
My toy is finally here. I am so excited. It’s so heavy the delivery guy has to use a dolly. There’s a funny look in the guy’s eye as he hands me the clipboard so I can sign the receipt. He must know it’s a sex toy from the company on the shipping label… If I weren’t so excited, I would be embarrassed. But hey – it’s nobody’s business how I spend my credits. If I want to splurge on the world’s biggest and best Battery Operated Boyfriend, I will.
In fact, I did. Dreamboat Dan from Tandem Acts, Inc. I thought about HeartThrob Hal – but I liked the Dreamboat Dan model better. I’m glad I selected that one – as soon as I clicked on it and put it in my shopping cart, I saw it was the last one in stock.
Here She Comes [MF] [not exactly rough]
The first and only time I slapped Sally on the ass, she turned and clocked me in the jaw.
I had a hold of her hips as she was kneeling on the bed with her butt poking out – that was the best way to pound her pussy from behind. I am a lot taller, and the mattress is pretty thick. Sally is a shrimp – as she describes it. So I was pounding away, and the way her ass jiggled, it was so fucking cute. I just gave it a nice smack to put a little pink on it. Her pussy spat me out, like a watermelon seed. She rounded on me, still on her knees, and popped up with a right. It happened so fast, my hips hardly had time to stop rocking.
“Damn!” I said. “It was just a little smack.” I felt my jaw.
In a nasty tone, she said, “If you ever hit me again, I’ll knock out every tooth in your head.” She jumped off the bed, trying to put her panties on as she was walking through the doorway. She was still struggling her clothes on as she went out the door.
Coffee [MF] [Emotional, may be triggering]
You never could make good coffee, sweetheart. Early on, we decided I would make my own coffee every morning, even though you wanted to make it for me.
“It’s not like I’m trying to use one of those coffee pots on a campfire,” you said. “It is just a machine. It shouldn’t be this hard!”
“I know, honey,” I replied, trying to distract you with kisses. “It’s okay.” I tongued your lips, and you pulled back.
“But I did it the way you said.”
No one will ever understand what you did to the coffee. I knew you didn’t deliberately mess it up, but it either came out too weak or too strong – and I used the same coffeemaker. The same coffee pods. The same mugs. Your coffee-making fails were one of those cute, quirky things about you that made me love you a little bit more. I laughed and said we had a mixed marriage. I drank coffee. You drank tea. I didn’t make your tea – vaguely I knew it involved strings and little packets and a tea water kettle-thing – and you didn’t make my coffee. It was a perfect system.
Lights, Camera [MF] [Laboratory]
When I replied to the ad on the college website, they were so nice to me, and they made it seem like everything was going to be okay. My name wouldn’t appear anywhere, and my face wouldn’t be seen. I told them all I was worried about was I didn’t want my family or friends to find out.
Secretly, it was exciting in a perverted way. I was going to let them film me having an orgasm for a documentary on human sexuality. They were going to put a camera inside me to record my muscles contracting when I came. The thought of strangers seeing the inside of my pussy made me so hot. Maybe some of my friends in the nursing program would see the film in one of their classes, or maybe it would be shown on public television and they would see it – and they wouldn’t know it was me! Of course, I would never tell them. It was going to be my dirty little secret.
That was then.
This is now.
Disappearing [MF] [ghost]
You’re messing around on the piano in the ruined ballroom. It’s so badly out of tune it sounds like you’re playing under water. Constant mist has wrought havoc with the instrument… You’re convinced the stories about the place are bullshit, but it’s something to do – more just to say you’ve done it and come out unscathed than anything else. Smiling, you play “Chopsticks”. It sounds horrible, so you play a little louder. You assume the role: Mr. Genius debunking a myth. Just a silly local superstition. A lady haunts the abandoned mansion. She appears when the piano is played.
No one will appear. Ghosts aren’t real.
Your ears are still ringing a bit from the out of tune keys when you feel eyes upon you. Looking up, you see me in the doorway. A silvery blue scarf is wrapped around me. It’s large, reaching from my breastbone to the bottom of my knees, and completely see through. My feet are bare. Under the scarf I am nude. As I walk toward you, the scarf opens, letting you view my knee, my thigh, my pussy. I walk smoothly, apparently not noticing the cracked floor or the debris. My hair shines a muted red as if lit from within.
Winning [M/F] [Public]
You’re waiting for me to show up. I told you I’d be wearing a white dress, so you’re looking through the crowd to see if you can spot me. It’s an odd first date, you think. The picnic idea is okay – but a first date on a holiday? Not exactly your idea of a romantic first date… Independence Day. You keep scoping the crowd.
Then you see me. I’m standing there, wearing a white sun dress, halter style with a full skirt. You can see my nipples through the material. The sun has lit my hair brilliant red, and I’m smiling. A large picnic basket is at my feet, and I have a quilt in my arms. As you walk toward me, you see my expression is a bit chagrined. I’m wearing red high heeled sandals.
“Hi.” My voice is on the breathless side. “It’s kind of heavy…” I look at the basket.
“It’s okay, Ma’am, I can get it for you.”
At those words, you see a thrill pass through me – my cheeks grow pink, my eyes brighter, my lips just a bit more bee-stung. It must be the “Ma’am”, you think. My nipples poke out a little more.