Author: HisPetKisunya

The Sweetest Agony

Content, I stand in the humid cubicle of the shower; the water is off, there is a slight drip…drip…drip… as the flow of water ceases to the showerhead. In this moment, my chin is tilted up, my shoulders are back, chest rising and falling from my deep, steady breaths. Water drips from my shoulders, trailing down my long, shower-wet nearly black hair to the curve of my ass. My eyes close and the current is lost to me…

In a heartbeat, I can recall my muffled cries. They reverberated off the bedroom walls. He stands behind me, his muscular arm curved around my full hips. He holds a vibrator over whereabouts my clit is underneath these infernal leggings.

*”Keep the leggings on, are you mad?!” I’d asked when he told me to undress, but leave them on.

His stare, those intense gray-green eyes, while not unkind, were unsettling in the present moment. I did not say anything else…*

Rope bit into the delicate flesh of my wrists; the artisan knots keeping my wrists held behind my back. My shoulders were forced back, my breasts forced forward. If he’d wanted to, he could have rolled a piercing between his thumb and forefinger. But, he chose not to. Read more »

The Sweetest Agony

Content, I stand in the humid cubicle of the shower; the water is off, there is a slight drip…drip…drip… as the flow of water ceases to the showerhead. In this moment, my chin is tilted up, my shoulders are back, chest rising and falling from my deep, steady breaths. Water drips from my shoulders, trailing down my long, shower-wet nearly black hair to the curve of my ass. My eyes close and the current is lost to me…

In a heartbeat, I can recall my muffled cries. They reverberated off the bedroom walls. He stands behind me, his muscular arm curved around my full hips. He holds a vibrator over whereabouts my clit is underneath these infernal leggings.

*”Keep the leggings on, are you mad?!” I’d asked when he told me to undress, but leave them on.

His stare, those intense gray-green eyes, while not unkind, were unsettling in the present moment. I did not say anything else…*

Rope bit into the delicate flesh of my wrists; the artisan knots keeping my wrists held behind my back. My shoulders were forced back, my breasts forced forward. If he’d wanted to, he could have rolled a piercing between his thumb and forefinger. But, he chose not to. Read more »

First Famine, then Feast (MF) (MDom) (Bondage) (LONG, like, really, really long) (Edging) (Orgasm Denial) (Whatever the Opposite of that Is?)

I had been reading on the couch when you came in the living room, dropped the handcuffs in my lap, and paused to watch my reaction. I slid my bookmark in the page I was on and shut the book, setting it on the coffee table. My lips were pulling into a lopsided smirk. I hadn’t expected you to find purple leather handcuffs and yet, you did.

Standing, I balanced the cuffs by the tip of my index finger, the soft fur supple. The other cuff barely dangled down from the top one. Not a whole lot of space for writhing, squirming, or trying to free myself when you weren’t looking. But where’s the fun in that?

There was anticipation in the air and I wasn’t surprised to notice that there was dampness growing between my thighs. You had this effect on me even currently, standing wordlessly watching the range of emotions flicker across my face.

I tossed them back to you, my eyebrow quirking, “We agreed upon ‘Unbequemlichkeit’, da?” Read more »

Twice The Fun (MF) (Light MDom) (Mutual Masturbation) (Oral) (Longer)

I sit naked on your couch. My legs are crossed and my hands are folded gently in my lap. It’s all I can do not to touch myself…. Gods, I want to! You’re standing in front of me, your cock currently buried up to the hilt in my pretty mouth. Saliva runs down my chin and I’m moaning as you fuck my mouth as you would my pussy.

Your fingers are wrapped in my hair, holding me in place and at this current moment, I’m struggling to breathe. My head is hazy, but the things you’re murmuring… I love this side of you.

“You love it when I use you as my personal fuck toy?” You ask, withdrawing your cock from the back of my throat and smacking my cheek with it.

“Yes, I’m yours and only yours!” I attempt to turn my cheek to lick and kiss along your length, but your fingers are steady in my hair. I glance up at you and bat my eyelashes, pouting softly, “Please stop teas-” In a steady stroke, you push your cock back between my lips, making me moan as you do. I lick, flicking my tongue along your length, bobbing my head up and down as I go. Your precum is sweet and I keep working your cock with my mouth, eager to please you. Read more »

Journey Before Destination (MF) (Light MDom) (Orgasm Denial) (Edging)

Your touch is electrifying.

We could be talking, and the second your fingers find any stretch of my skin, I am lost in your beautiful mahogany eyes and finding myself almost forgetting the topic at hand.

It was one such moment that got me in a bit of a bind. It had been around 118 days since an orgasm, my promise to you that I would not cum unless it was by you. Your fingers were rubbing over the ink on my forearm, one of your favorite places to touch, one of my favorite places to be touched. I was lost in the haze of lust, eyes closed in pleasure when I mumbled that I’m yours, use me as you please, I’ll do anything. You have a way of pulling those words from my lips and my eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief that you’d lulled me so comfortably into saying so, knowing you’d hold me to it.

Yours was a wolf’s grin. You were delighted you’d been able to tease something so precious from my lips, “I’ll hold you to that.”

And thus, you did. Read more »

Just Desserts (Food) (Oral)

I lay naked, sprawled across your table with my hands resting at my sides. My head was barely hanging off the table and I could feel the curled wisps of hair next to my ears. You looked down at me, studying me, a jar in your hands. Your look was full of admiration and mischief and it took my breath away. In this state, my body was yours to play with, but currently, I was too spent to allow my over-active imagination get the best of me.

You swirled the honey wand around in the jar and then dragged it across my left breast. It wasn’t much, a smattering of honey, so to speak. I moaned up at you, my toes curling at the end of the table. You smiled, bent, and kissed the tip of my nose, telling me to be still. You set the honey back on the tray next to the table and picked up a pan from where it rested. I could smell the sweetness of the chocolate and I almost asked you to let me taste it. However, I cried out as you drizzled it along my belly and the tops of my breasts. It was warm, reminiscent of candle wax and I was silently begging you to coat my nipples in it as well. Ultimately, you decided against it and set the pan down. Read more »

Obedience – PT1 (MF) (MDom / Fsub)

*”I’m not going to cum until you touch me.”*

In the beginning, it was easy. My sex drive is fairly average. I go through swings of wanting to be left well enough alone save for a night of cuddling to needing to be bent over the arm of the couch, fucked rough until I’m moaning, with lots of in-between. On those in-between days, I might draw my fingers between my thighs out of boredom or to help fall asleep. Other days I’ll be perfectly content with reading, gaming, cooking…

After a touch starved while, the in-between days begin to vanish, especially when I’m around you. This is a callback to my admiration at your attention to detail: your pristine suits, moderate temperament. Everything is measured. I would love to say that I have the ability to make you abandon your self control, but I have no such sway over you. If I do, you do a very good job of hiding it, letting it only show through when your hands are woven in my hair and your lips are on mine, kissing me until we are breathless and needing. Read more »

My Beautiful, Dark Twisted Fantasy – Pt2 (MF) (Oral) (Rough) (Light MDom/FSub)

You are rock hard and straining against your boxers when I trace my fingers along your cock. I free it from your boxers and start to stroke your length, looking at you. You move between my legs, pushing me back against the pillows and I put my foot on your chest with a grin. Your fingers dance over the back of my calf, caressing the back of my knee causing me to squirm and giggle, dropping my leg. You lean in to kiss the top of my breasts and tease my pussy. I am still slick with my cum and your saliva and when you push your cock into me, you do so easily.

If we’re being honest here, you and I have had a rough couple of weeks and you need the stress relief as much, if not more than I do. I look up at you and murmur softly, “Use me. Use me like the slut that I am.” To capitalize on my point, I lift my hips, fucking back against you with a loud moan.

“Is this what you want?” You pull your entire length out and push back in, hitting my cervix, making me cry out. Read more »

My Beautiful, Dark, Twisted Fantasy – Pt1 (MF) (Rough) (Light MDom) (Allusions to CNC) (Oral)

*”It started out gentle, but how do you tell an inherently loud creature to shush? Do you breathe a threat of consequence in their ear or cup a hand over their mouth?”*

*”Neither”.*

Now, I understood what you meant when you said you’d use soft fabric to keep me quiet…

But let’s start at the beginning.

I am wearing our favorite outfit. It is nothing sexy: black leggings, crisp white tank top, and a gray lightweight jacket. Underneath it is a more sexy surprise, black lace panties and a matching bra that barely held my ample breasts in place.

As always, you are polite when you answer the door and greet me warmly as you let me in. We haven’t done this in a while, but now that it is just you and I, you push me up against the wall and your lips are on mine, muffling my moans while your hands rub down my front. You slip your hand under the waistband of my pants and your fingers skim the lace of my panties. Read more »

Needy (F) (Open Letter)

Oh hello my Love.

The mind is a dangerous thing when left to wander.

For the past few days, and perhaps without your realizing it, you’ve left me a wonton, hot mess.

I need to kiss you until I am breathless, my head swimming with need, and my fingers find your cock, straining against your boxers, striking until my fingers are coated with precum and you are near orgasm….

I need to be bent over for you, legs astride, and your fingers curled in my sex, the unspoken agreement that you’re to unmake my pride by making me beg you for release.

I need your cock in my mouth, your fingers snared in my hair, and for you to utter a primal “good girl” as you fuck my face..

I need to feel your hands on my thighs, holding them apart, holding me open to your merciless kisses while my fingers are knotted in your hair and each cry is more sharp as I cum on your face… Read more »