Kink of the Week – Anal Sex – (Practice makes Perfect)

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There’d been a storm brewing for hours, a bad one from the weather forecast that was supposed to produced tropical storm kind of winds. With that in mind Tim and Nicole where hiding inside away from the foul weather. They were simply enjoying each others company talking and teasing and sharing kisses.

As the kisses deepened, hands began to roam and clothes began to fall off. Tim ground his pelvis against Nicole and she reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading at his firm flesh. She jerked him closer to her and trailed kisses down his neck before leaning up to whisper something filthy in his ear, something that made his eyes go wide as he moaned with lust. “Please…” Nicole gave him a smile and squirmed out from beneath him, walking away. She threw an almost careless glance over her shoulder, silently asking if he was going to join her.

Tim was on his feet in a flash, his cock bobbing in front of him obscenely as he reached her. Her stepped into her and pressing his body against hers, she leaned into him, feeling that hardness resting against her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck gently and whispered this time, “Please. Can we?” She nodded slowly. “We can and we will and it will be amazing, I promise.” Tonight a fantasy was going to come true.

The pair ended up in the bedroom together and went back to touching and petting and exploring one another as though they’d been apart for weeks instead of just during the work day. Kisses were tasted and skin was licked and bitten. He smacked her ass and she returned the favor. His mouth found her nipples as his hand found her cunt and he fingered her until she came for him thrusting into his fingers. Sliding away from her he looked at her indolently as he licked his finger clean. She leaned in for a kiss to taste herself on his lips and then grabbed a bottle of lube.

Tim looked at her. “Really?” “Uh huh. Are you still game for this?” “Yes. Absolutely yes.” Nicole nodded and Tim readjusted until he was in a good position as she liberally lubed up her fingers. After what seemed like an eternity to Tim he felt Nicole touch him. One hand rested on his ass lightly, the other, lubed up, traced his asshole gently, rubbing lube onto his skin. Tim’s hips arched for her and she pushed a little harder, but not hard enough. She grabbed the lube again, this time applying it directly to him and he shivered at its coolness. A kiss grazed his lower back. “Relax love. We both know you want this. I can see your desire.”

And slowly, almost gingerly, she began to work a finger into his ass. Just one, in and out, watching him closely, waiting for the right moment. Gradually a second finger joined the first and she was pumping them in and out of his ass when he began to moan. Nicole slid as deep inside him as she could and curled her fingers, stroking gently, but firmly and Tim moaned again and she felt his ass clench around her fingers. She squeezed a cheek and then planted a kiss there. “Are you going to come now? Do you want to touch yourself? Or do you want to wait and see if you can take my entire hand yet?” Tim had been reached for his cock when her words stopped him. They’d been playing with this particular goal in mind for several months and he wondered if he was ready, but he wanted to find out. “Go slow,” he murmured. “Of course. But don’t touch your cock until I tell you to.” He nodded in understanding and gasped as a third finger joined the other two. They gotten up to four fingers before, but never quite gotten her entire hand in his ass. Nicole felt like tonight might be the night. She loved the amount of trust he was placing in her and it turned her on.
She would sometimes reach around and caress him or squeeze his balls teasingly, but she moved slowly with her fingers in his ass, sometimes curling them against his prostate for an added sensation. Every time she did this he moaned softly and twitched around her fingers as his hips bucked in voluntarily. She dribbled more lubricant across her hand and his asshole and her pinky finger slipped into his relaxed hole and she twisted her hand back and forth a bit letting him feel how full he was. “Do you like that? Being so full?” He nodded wordlessly, unable to find his voice. And she stopped for a long moment allowing him to get used to the sensations as she played with his balls making him swear softly to himself and try to force his ass backwards onto her hand. When he moved like that she folded her thumb and just let him move. “That’s it baby. Do that again. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

Nicole held still while Tim rocked back and forth of her fingers, watching as more of her hand gradually disappeared into his ass. He was moaning incessantly now between his words. “Ohhh, I feel so full. Feels so good…” She rested a hand on the small of his back and whispered. “Almost darling. Stop for just a moment. You’re gonna feel a big stretch in a minute and I don’t want to hurt you.” She liberally applied more lube across the widest part of her hand and pushed forward very minutely to let him know he could keep going. And he did. His movements were slow and careful and he wanted nothing more than to feel his ass so full while his cock was stroked. With a soft popping feeling Nicole’s hand was buried in Tim’s ass and they both moaned, him at the feeling and her at the sight. Slowly she fisted him letting her hand slide against his p-spot over and over.

When his hips began to rock in earnest she stopped moving and just let him fuck himself on her hand and reached for his cock, dripping with pre-come and began to stroke him slowly, in time to his thrusting and she felt his erection grow harder, if that was possible. “Mmm, there’s a good boy. You like having my hand in your ass don’t you? You like it while a play with your cock while you fuck yourself with my hand. And you’re gonna come and come hard aren’t you?” His only answer was to squeeze her hand and keep moving, slowly picking up his pace that she matched her own strokes with. Stopping she dipped her fingers into her own pussy, dripping and wet and then resumed stroking him, mixing their juices together. They could smell their sex in the room and it only turned them on more. Tim suddenly froze and began to rhythmically squeeze Nicole’s hand hard and fast, pressing it against his prostate and she helpfully curled her fingers and fucked his ass as he squeezed and she stroked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”, Tim’s voice trailed off and Nicole found her fingers sliding faster in and out of his ass as she grabbed and rubbing and stroked at his cock.

“Come for me,” she hissed, as she buried her hand back into his ass. He let out a helpless groan and bucked his hips against both of her hands and shot hot jets of his come, unable to do anything but obey. He covered her hand and his belly with the last few spurts and felt Nicole withdraw her hand slowly as the avoid hurting him. He signed with pleasure and collapsed against the bed, not minding the wet spot or anything else for that matter. Tim felt like a puddle and didn’t even notice as Nicole went to clean herself up before coming back to stroke his back and shoulders. “You did it, love. And you liked it didn’t you.” And she laughed softly before kissing his cheek as he drifted off for a well deserved nap.

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Multi-Orgasmic

He stopped at her desk and stroked her hair. “Come lay down with me. It’s cooler in the bedroom.” She nodded and followed him, flopping down ungracefully on the bed. He eased into the bed more gently and was kissing her immediately, his need evident. She wound her arms around him, returning his kisses with equal fervor. He didn’t bother undressing her, merely reached under the t-shirt she wore and let his fingers find her clit, teasing her, pushing her further into a state of arousal. She squirmed against his hand and suddenly she was coming, her body pressing into his. He never stopped his onslaught of her clit, want to see her come again and again. And he got exactly what he wanted.

Finally his fingers slid down a bit and into her dripping pussy. A quick series of flutters and she was crying out, the open window almost forgotten, as another orgasm spurred her desire. His fingers never stopped moving, pushing her through orgasm after orgasm just because he wanted to feel her come against his fingers, feel her clenching tightly around him. She was so sensitive and all his. “Do you want more, little one? Come for me again and I’ll fist fuck your pretty pussy til you can’t even think.”
She moaned in response and lifted her hips from the bed grinding against his fingers. The next orgasm that he wanted burst from her like water through a dam and she threw her head back, eyes closed.

She didn’t see him reach for the lube and coat his hand liberally, but a moment later she felt his fingers again, teasing her this time. “Are you going to come before I get my hand all the way in?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t”, he ordered and slowly started sliding his fingers in and out working his way up to his entire hand. As his hand finally slid deeply inside her he whispered, “You may.” The instant she heard the word escape his lips, she was riding his hand as she came yet again. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, but thanked her lucky stars for being multi-orgasmic in the first place.

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hand slipping in and out of her, his fingers stopping to flutter at spots she could never reach and drove her through one orgasm and into the next. His fingers curled into a fist and began to fuck her. Hard. Relentlessly. And she looked up at him as she writhed against his hand. He simply nodded and she came once more in an explosive orgasm that left her sated and spent. She felt him slide his fist out of her, gently, and whimpered a bit at the feeling of emptiness. He stroked her hair with his non-lube covered hand. “Are you OK?” She nodded, not quite able to speak just yet and waited for him to clean up a bit before snuggling against his warmth. “I love you,” she murmured as she clung to him like the only port in a storm. “I love you too, little one. Now get some rest.”

Wicked Wednesday 275 – Eye Contact – (Look at Me)

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Sunny threw her head back, eyes closed, riding out the amazing orgasm that she was having. Even when alone she kept her eyes closed as she came. It had bothered some previous partners that she couldn’t or wouldn’t look at them during sex, but she was just so self conscious and kind of subscribed to the silly notion that “if I can’t see you, you can’t see me.” That was how her sex life had always been and she didn’t see it changing anytime soon.

Melanie wandered into the bedroom just in time to see Sunny’s eyes close again as she fingered herself to orgasm and shook her head a little. She wanted to see the look in Sunny’s eyes as she orgasmed so much. She’d asked Sunny to try, but she really hadn’t made any progress. Melanie pondered how best to approach the subject again, but only for a moment for the scent of her girlfriend’s sweet pussy called out to her drifting through the room and Melanie began to kiss her way up Sunny’s thighs, startling the other woman into opening her green eyes for the moment. Sunny stared down at Melanie and watched her face as she inched closer and closer to what they both wanted.

Suddenly, watching her girlfriend get closer and closer, Sunny understood Melanie’s need for eye contact but she still wasn’t sure if she could do it. She’d always been so overly aware of her body and the way she looked and those things had always driven her to screw her eyes shut every time she’d ever had sex. There was something inside of her that wanted to let go, but the fear of it had a stranglehold on her.

Melanie dipped her head, still staring at Sunny and slowly licked her pussy, running her tongue from the bottom to the top and then did it again, a tiny bit faster. Sunny moaned and tried to keep watching her girlfriend, but after a short moment of eye contact while Melanie licked and sucked at her, it began to be too much, although it was the most Sunny had managed so far. Melanie was proud of her for trying so hard and to reward her, she stopped teasing and earnestly began to play with Sunny. Wrapping her lips around Sunny’s already swollen clit she sucked hard and fast while slipping two fingers into her already dripping cunt. Sunny moaned and let her head fall back on the bed, alternately opening and closing her eyes, trying to relax and just let Melanie have her way. Sunny wanted to look down her body at her girlfriend and she could feel Melanie’s eyes on her, watching, but just couldn’t seem to move as another orgasm burst through her body.

Sunny shivered as she came down from the rush of her orgasm and felt Melanie’s fingers keep moving inside of her. She felt a third finger slip inside and moaned softly, wanting Melanie to move faster and harder. Instead, Melanie just looked up at her. “I’m going to tease you until you look at me and then you can orgasm.” And she gave Sunny a devilish grin, curling her fingers only slightly, but not quite enough. Sunny groaned, partially in frustration and partially out of the fear that she wouldn’t be able to do as Melanie asked.

As Melanie fingered her girlfriend, almost casually, she planted kisses against Sunny’s dark skin, wherever she could reach and watched Sunny intently. Sunny, for her part, was enjoying the attention and trying to psych herself up about keeping her eyes open for a change. But her heart was going a mile a minute at the same time. She took a few deep breaths and then let out a tiny squeak when she felt Melanie’s thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Sunny could feel another orgasm building, very slowly, but it was there. She managed to peek down at Melanie, who was watching like a hawk and with that one little peek, Melanie’s fingers sped up ever so slightly. “That’s good babe. I know you can do this; you’re going to do this. I want to see the look in those beautiful eyes when you come for me.” And Melanie pressed her thumb against Sunny’s clit firmly, then gently, repeating this pattern as her fingers fluttered ever so gently inside of Sunny who was beginning to squirm a bit at all of the attention. Slowly, Melanie eased a fourth finger into her girlfriend’s pussy and Sunny’s hips bucked of their own according taking Melanie a little deeper. “Ooohhh, that feels good,” Sunny opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, willing herself to lift her head and look down at Melanie. She wanted to ask to be fisted and she knew if she wasn’t looking when she asked Melanie would just tease her with the idea of it. Melanie must have had the same thought, “Sunny, look at me. Tell me what you want. We both know you want my whole hand in your pussy. I can already feel you clenching around me.”

Sunny gasped and slowly began to lift her head before letting it fall back. She took a deep breath and then another before she was able to move again and her green eyes met Melanie’s brown ones. “Please…,” her voice was just a whispered breath. Melanie smiled at Sunny and folded her thumb inward before slowly moving forward, letting her fingers just naturally slip into Sunny’s wetness. Both of them groaned softly and Melanie watched Sunny. “Keep your eyes on me love. I want to see you.”

Sunny struggled to keep from closing her out of pure habit, but forced herself to focus intently on Melanie’s face as though she were memorizing every detail, while Melanie’s hand moved ever so slowly and gently inside of her. Sunny played with her nipples idly, pulling and tugging at them as she stared down at her girlfriend. Melanie smiled as she felt Sunny relax a little and moved her hand a bit faster; she reached up with her other hand and rubbed Sunny’s clit hard and fast. As Sunny’s orgasm threatened to overtake her, she fought the reflex to close her eyes and just come. Suddenly there was no thinking about it, no fighting it, she just came all over Melanie’s hand, hard, and moaned out loud as she watched Melanie. Melanie smiled and watched the emotions crossing Sunny’s face, that particular spark in her eyes, and fell more in love with her girlfriend in that moment. As her orgasm slowed and then came to a gentle end Sunny let her head fall back onto the bed, eyes still open and smiled. Melanie slowly slipped her hand from inside of Sunny and slip up the bed to cuddle. “That was amazing, Babe.”

Wicked Wednesday 269 – (Amelia After the Party)

 

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At the end of what turned out to be a (mostly) lovely evening for Amelia she was ready for bed. Being humiliated in front of their friends had been awful, but she no longer had the energy to go after Luke about it, especially as he was threatening her with more of the same treatment. She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn’t called the staff in to watch as well and shuddered to herself at the thought of people who worked for her seeing her in just such a state. It would be worse than her peers seeing her that way she thought. As she began to undress for bed, fighting with the buttons seemed preferable to calling a servant just now and she sighed softly.

Luke walked into the room and found his wife struggling with her hands behind her back to unbutton her dress. He walked up behind her and moved her hands to her sides. “Let me help. Since you’re being good I won’t tear this one,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered and a fresh wave of anger rolled over her. Her body was stiff with it and Luke knew she was still upset with him from earlier, but his verbal warnings had done no good. In fact, they seemed to have made her more insolent than she had been, so he’d taken the matter directly into his hands so to speak. Hopefully, it had the desired effect and he thought it would. As he finished the last of the buttons and the dress slid off of Amelia’s body, he was shocked that his prim and proper wife had come back downstairs in front of people wearing no underclothing. He found it incredibly arousing and traced a line down her back gently. She shivered but otherwise did not move. His voice was a hoarse whisper, “I love you.”

Amelia couldn’t help but smile at this and she half turned as she went to sit down at her vanity, “I love you too. Even if right now I am rather cross with you.” And she sat gently, her sore bottom reminding her of just why she was angry with him. She unbound her long tresses and began to brush them out rapidly while Luke simply stood there, watching her in the mirror. After a long moment he stepped forward and took the brush from her hand and began running it through her hair. She sighed at the feeling and let him, her annoyance slowly starting to fade. Once the tangles were smoothed from her hair he pulled her to her feet, turned her ever so gently in his arms and kissed her ardently. She found herself unable to help but return his kiss and twined her arms around him.

Suddenly, he bent forward and swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms, and strode across the room to the bed. He laid her down gently and began to undress while she watched him with naked desire, her earlier crossness completely forgotten, although her rear end still stung. She wriggled against the sheets feeling the heat that still seemed to suffuse her skin and smiled up at Luke, forgiving him for his earlier actions, because, although she’d never admit it, she’d enjoyed a little bit of the spectacle herself. When he came to bed they snuggled close together sharing kisses and whispered words of affection, his hands roaming her flesh. He found her derriere and swatted at her gently then squeezed which made her squirm against him. She could feel her own wetness and that excited her further.

Luke began to kiss and nibble at her breasts which always made her wanton and this time was no exception. Her body arched against his and she moaned breathlessly; her fingers found themselves tangled in his sandy blond hair as she urged him on. ‘More, more please…” She began writhe against his touch and could feel the press of him on her skin. She felt a hand slide down her body and she parted her legs. Luke looked up at her and laughed softly, “Oh that’s my good girl,” as his fingers trailed down to dip into that wetness and swirl it around, teasing her lazily. Amelia’s legs parted further and she squeezed her eyes shut unable to look at him now. As much as she loved being with him, she was a lady and some things just didn’t change. He slipped two fingers inside of her and she clenched around him. This was something new to her, but the feeling of his fingers was quite nice. Them he began to move them in and out and she nearly hit the ceiling. She whimpered and squirmed and Luke kissed her soundly once again, enjoying all the little noises that only he ever got to hear. He heard her breathing change and his fingers moved faster fluttering along her insides and she kissed him fiercely reveling in how he made her feel. Moments later she reached a shuddering climax on his fingers and he broke the kiss to smile at her as his fingers slipped away. She made a soft noise of disappointment and he reached up, offering the glistening fingers to her, placing them to her lips. Amelia opened her mouth in surprise and he deftly slid his fingers into her mouth where she could taste herself. She made another small noise, but greedily sucked her juices from his fingers before pulling him in for a kiss so they could share the taste. Her own behavior shocked her a bit and it startled her into opening her eyes to find Luke smiling down at her. “Hello, Beautiful. Try to keep your eyes open for me. I want to see all of you.”

And he pulled her over top of him still kissing her and stroking her skin with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her. She froze, not sure how her being on top worked so he took her hips and began to move her gently at first until she caught the rhythm of it, gasping as she did. “Oh. Oh, oh!,” came the nearly whispered exclamations and she lowered her body to meet his while still moving her hips and he held her close as she rode him. “Yes, my love, just like that. Let yourself relax and just move against me.” She nodded, looking at him as he had asked, although she could feel the blush on her cheeks.

Soon she was grinding into him desperately and her pushed her back up so he could tweak at her nipples with one hand, while grabbing her pretty reddened rear end with the other. She was crying out softly over and over and when he surged upward to meet her she shrieked and began to tremble as she felt an orgasm overtake her body. She never stopped moving, somehow knowing that would only prolong her pleasure. Luke groaned as his wife tightened around him and they both felt his own release. She collapsed against his chest, exhausted, and promptly dozed off holding onto him. What an evening it had been.

 

If you;d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday (the prequel to this piece), it can be found here.

Kink Of The Week – July 1st-15th – Fingering

So many people see fingering as nothing more than foreplay, a means to an end, and sure it works out that way for a lot of people. But these people don’t know what they are missing out on when they move on from fingers. Especially when you learn just how dexterous and gentle or demanding and rough one’s fingers can be.

My lover’s fingers find me wet and waiting for their touch. They tease me, gently slipping a finger barely inside me and then out again; I am patient sometimes, until I’m not, and my hips lift and buck, begging for more. And their strokes become fuller, more certain until I am dripping wet and squirming on the bed for them. A quick flutter against me and I’m lost, an orgasm rolling through my body. Bliss.

Other times, those same fingers are demanding of me, roughly slamming into my cunt, beating out a pounding rhythm that echoes through my soul. I whimper and moan, trying to take more, sometimes more than they are willing to give just yet. I am not so passive and am writhing around, doing my damnedest to meet them thrust for thrust. Those fingers driving into me, driving me wild with need. Hard pressure against my inner walls. Nothing gentle here. And suddenly I am tipped over the precipice, into a rolling full body orgasm, the kind that seems to lift you into oblivion. I come back to myself slowly and find I am cradled in their arms ever so tenderly.

Sometimes, my partner will surprise me, at my desk or in the kitchen, and before I can think I find lubed up fingers sliding into my cunt and whipping back and forth wildly, their only goal to make me come all over their fingers at least once and usually twice or even three times. I’m lost to them when they do this and all I can do is feel their touch and what they’re doing to me in that moment. And when they (and I) are satisfied, those lovely fingers slip away and after I can see straight again I go on about my day.

Those fingers are magical to me and I love when I get fingered to orgasm over and over. My partner enjoys the feeling of me clenching around their fingers repeatedly until I just can’t and they often demand just one more from me after that, one that I gladly give.