#IRLErotica: A tale of two kinksters
“Would you let me whip you with this?”
“But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.” Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love” — The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin
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Scene: My boyfriend and I are lying in bed naked, entwined in each other like a chocolate/vanilla swirl ice cream cone. We had just recently turned our long-time friendship into a relationship. Let’s call him “Jeff”.
JEFF: “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do in bed?”
ME: “Well you know about my domme fantasy…”
JEFF: “Anything specific?”
ME: “I want about five naked men spread out on the floor, bound and blindfolded waiting for me to punish them one by one.”
JEFF: “What do you mean by ‘punish’?”
ME: “Do you know what a flogger is?”
JEFF: “Yes.”
ME: “I want one.”
JEFF: “We can invest in that, but I’m not comfortable with sharing you.”
ME: “I know, I don’t want to share you either.”
JEFF: “Good. We can definitely make the rest of that fantasy happen, though.”
I roll over and straddle him, gently kissing kissing his neck.
ME: “Really?”
JEFF: “I would do anything for you.”
ME: “I love you so fucking much.”
JEFF: “I love YOU so fucking much.”
ME: “What’s one of your fantasies?”
He ponders.
JEFF: “This may be weird, I’ve never heard anyone talk about it…”
ME: “Well there’s no wrong way to fuck, what’cha got?”
JEFF: “Will you spit in my mouth?”
This was not the first time I had heard of people doing that.
ME: “Well I’d do anything for you but…what exactly is the appeal there?”
JEFF: “I honestly have no idea, it’s just something I want to try.”
ME: *ignoring my gag reflex* “Okay, I guess I can do that…”
JEFF: “You sure?”
ME: “I wouldn’t agree to it if I wasn’t sure. You mean right now?”
JEFF: “Well yeah, why not?”
ME: “Alright, open up.”
He opens his mouth, I do the deed. His face scrunches up in disgust.
JEFF: “Gross! It was so warm.”
ME: “Well it came from inside my mouth so…”
JEFF: “I know but — ”
ME: “Honestly, I didn’t enjoy that at all” *giggle*
JEFF: “Yeah we can scratch that off the list and never do it again.”
ME: “Well…we did your fantasy, wanna try mine?”
JEFF: “We don’t have a flogger.”
I get up and walk to the other side of the room to retrieve a black leather belt I see laying on the floor.
ME: “Would you let me whip you with this?”
Pregnant pause.
ME: “Shut up, and roll over.”
JEFF: “Oooo…yes, ma’am!”
He obliges. I strike him across his perfect ass (courtesy of squatting 400 lbs) and he shrieks in pain.
ME: “Too much?”
He turns around and inhales sharply.
JEFF: “You are gonna pay for that.”
I squeal as he picks me up in one swift motion and throws me down on the bed. My pussy quakes when I see his raging boner. He climbs on top of me, holds down my wrists and impales me with his perfect cock. He goes slow and oh-so-deep at first, but then quickens his pace, making my whole body tingle. I whimper for him. He then starts making aggressive thrusts with rhythmic pauses in-between while he’s deep inside me (he does this a lot because he knows it drives me crazy).
ME: “Holy fuck…”
JEFF: “You feel so fucking good”
ME: “Harder. I want you.”
We continue moaning and grunting, as our bodies beg for each other. He bites my neck while I dig my nails in to his back. The tingling sensation throughout my body intensifies as I feel my orgasm building; I climax. I’m so in love with this man.
He continues for another few minutes and then cums all over my chest. With his eyes squinted, he groans a sigh of relief.
ME: *pointing to the bathroom door* “Grab me that towel, would you?”
He gets up and tosses it; I dry myself off. He then sits on the bed, wraps my legs around his waist and pulls me up to a seated position on his lap with our foreheads touching (this is how we sit and talk).
JEFF: “THAT…was amazing. God fucking dammit, I love you.”
ME: “I love you, too. You made me cum so hard.”
JEFF: “Dope.”
We spend the next hour-or-so kissing, playing, and rolling between the sheets until he has to leave for his 6:00 lab and I have to go to work, with butterflies still fluttering in my abdomen.
