Tag: BDSM

I hadn’t even touched her pussy, let alone her clit, but the string of liquid that connected Ally to the bed seemed to tell a different story – a story of a woman already in utter bliss. Ally’s body was betraying how turned on nearly an hour of foreplay had made her. The caramel skinned brunette was breathing slowly, but deeply, enjoying the sensations that played across her body. My kisses and licks on her inner thighs, my hands softly roaming across her torso, my breath as it lightly tickled her legs – unmistakable enjoyment. Ally’s hands were wrapped up as best they could be in my short, brown hair. She gently massaged my scalp, a ruse to try to focus my efforts where she desired. Finally, I made my move. I flicked my tongue out to catch the sweet nectar that dripped from Ally’s aroused state, gently touching her labia in the process. Ally’s breath was caught in a stifled moan, but it roared into a full on squeal as my breath softly hit her clit. No longer content to be teased, Ally forced my head down, burying her pussy in my head. I set my tongue to work exploring every part of her vagina, from circling her entrance to clean her juices from her lower lips, to slow licks from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit. Eventually, my licks turned into a tongue fucking, and light nibbles on both her labia and her clit. Ally cooed, cried, moaned, shivered, shuddered, and eventually bucked against me as my tongue tired and my jaw began to ache, but I didn’t stop until she flooded my face. Ally squirted in a veritable fountain, threatening to drown me in her ecstasy. I began the slow descent to bring her back gently, while still pleasuring her pussy. Finally, she breathed a deep, contented sigh before removing her hands from my head and speaking. Read more »

Ally was awakened by gentle kisses dancing across her taut tummy. Her eyes fluttered open softly before she spoke. “Mmmm, good morning, master.” Ally’s words were slow and lightly slurred from the morning fog that still partially enveloped her. “No ‘master’ today, babe. At least, not yet. Let me make love to you.” Ally breathed in slowly – deeply – her thoughts gathering themselves before she spoke. “Yes, please.” Two words, yet an entire volume was opened to me. My lips moved up to meet Ally’s and we exchanged a passionate, slow kiss. Our tongues danced with each other, a building sensuality, as our hands roamed across heating flesh. I pulled away from Ally’s soft lips, and she cooed in disappointment. I brought my hand up to her cheek, rubbing my thumb lightly against it. “Shhh. Relax, babe. I’m just getting started.” Whether it was the words, or my touch, I’m not sure, but Ally nodded a response and let out a breath I didn’t know she was holding. My lips returned to her caramel skin, but connected with her neck. Soft, lingering kisses upon her, slowly beginning to trail down. Ally moaned almost imperceptibly as I reached her shoulder. My lips left kisses all the way down her arm before once again ascending to start a new journey. Once I reached Ally’s collarbone, I started flicking my tongue out occasionally. Ally’s skin left goosebumps in all the tiny wet spots my tongue was planting and she brought her hands to my body. Read more »

*Crack* Ally whimpered loudly and writhed a bit as the stinging sensation spread all the way across her body from a singular point. The sound of the crop coming down on her clit was worse than the pain it inflicted, or so I was lead to believe. Today, the feeling was magnified by the blindfold preventing any anticipation of where the impact would land. To up the intensity even further, we had turned the session into a sadistic game. Ally was to hold her legs open for me to decide when and where I wanted to bring the crop down. If she closed her legs, I’d switch to the paddle and punish her tits. The caramel skinned brunette had come up with the idea herself, an obvious ask to have me up the intensity. As much as I may enjoy hurting her for our mutual pleasure, I always took things slow and measured. Occasionally, my reluctance to do more, faster made Ally impatient, resulting in diabolical ideations I hadn’t yet considered. Although she couldn’t see me, I circled Ally in a predatory fashion, the sound of my footsteps her only clue as to the location of the next strike. But, even that was never truly accurate, as moans could muffle my movement and the pain confuse the senses. *Crack* Ally’s thigh was the target of this attack from the crop, she shivered in response and nearly crossed her legs. “Mmm, yes, master. That hurts so good.” I smiled only to myself and reached out to change the sensation. My nails glided across the reddened flesh where the crop had just left its mark. Ally moaned a reply, only to have my free hand slap her cheek. “That’s a good painslut. Moan for your master.” Ally sighed deeply and I tweaked her right nipple. Read more »