Author: Lascivity

I’m A Devout Christian, But Into BDSM [MF] [Kink]

I’m Christian, and I’m pretty involved with my local church. I attend worship ever Sunday, and I help organise community events and fundraise. I’m also very submissive, and always have been. Even just in day to day life I hate having to take the lead on anything. I like it when a man takes control. And the idea of being spanked and told what to do turns me on. It also really, really makes me wet to think about being hurt while being fucked. Like being fucked so hard it hurts, or in the ass, because that’s quite painful for me. Other fetish stuff I’m not so keen on. I’ve never wanted to get dressed up in leather or go to an orgy or anything.

Sometimes I feel really dirty and low, because I’m standing there with the congregation singing or in prayer and I’m still hurting because last night a guy I met on the internet fucked me in the ass. I’m probably one of the most sinful people at the church I go to, and so sometimes it does make me feel kind of dirty by comparison. The way I make sense of it to myself is that God gave me this body. By enjoying it I’m enjoying and embracing the gift he gave me. It’s hard to remember that sometimes. Read more »

A Long Drive [MF]

With about a hundred miles left to cover, she hitched up her skirt to around her waist and sunk a hand between her legs. I focussed on the road, aware only peripherally of the steady movement of her wrist, the slight writhe of her body as she wriggled back in her seat.

“Does this count as entertaining me while I drive?” I said lightly.

Her voice was breathy, tight. “I’m getting myself warmed up for you. I want to really want it when we get home. Be really wet.”

“Cute,” I said. Still not looking. “You could make yourself come twenty times before we get back.” This was true. She was one of the most easily orgasmic women I had ever known at that stage in my life – able to make herself come within the space of minutes, no matter what her mood.

“I won’t.” Her hand was still at work between her legs. She always wanked with a sort of up-and-down motion, her fingers sliding along the whole length of the slit of her cunt. “I’ll wait for you. I want to wait for you.”

“You’ll be waiting a while. Ninety-eight miles to be precise.” Read more »

I Can Make Myself Come Just By Thinking About It [F]

I’ve always been extremely sensitive, and most of the time it’s kind of a drag. I can’t wear tight-fitting clothes, and a lot of things (scarves, having my hair tied back, bracelets) are just too uncomfortable for me. But being so sensitive does have its advantages. One is that I can make myself come without any external stimulation.

I can do it while sitting or lying down. I’ve never done it while standing, but I think I could in the right circumstances. I press my legs together and think about something that turns me on. Usually that’s the last time I was with my boyfriend. As soon as I start getting turned on, I start thinking about the sensations themselves, and intensifying them so that they get stronger and stronger. Once I’ve gotten started it’s not so hard to keep it going. Usually it only takes a couple of minutes.

Sometimes I do it in public, if I’m bored. I take the train to work, and if I see a particularly attractive stranger I can just cross my legs and lose myself in a fantasy. I’ve gotten very good at not reacting as I come – at keeping a straight face. It feels good to moan and move, but I also like the naughtiness of coming when I’m sitting right next to someone who has no idea what’s happening. The only downside is how wet I am afterwards! Read more »