Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)

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His pet was a beauty to him. Ephemeral and lovely in her cuffs and collar and nothing else. He loved the way her ass reddened from the sting of his toys, the way she wiggled and jumped at each stroke. Her obedience to him was as flawless as she could make it and he loved her so, as she loved him. She was the Jane to his Edward.

They were the inspiration for one another to live as they did and to love as they did and so it was that they fell deeper and deeper into the roles of artist and muse. He drew patterns on her body in wax, elicited music from her passionate cries, and came alive when she was with him. She craved these moments when she was his canvas and cherished them as no other.

One night, at a party, they were giving a demonstration. She was a living work of art, bound in rope, by the desire simmering in the room, and she was all his to show off with intricate ties and carefully placed knots. Before he was done the room began to buzz with energy. One submissive knelt and the wet sucking sounds of a blowjob could be heard. It only added to tension in the room. Another was bent over the back of a chair, trying not to moan as they were fucked ever so gently while watching the scene before them unfold. As the ties were completed and she was held like a bird suspended and swinging he reached for her, kissing her before sending her spinning slowly around, to display his art. And he he began to whisper to her, all the things he was going to do to her once he untied her. How she was going to suck him and if she was a good girl he’d let her come for him. How he wanted to flog her beautiful ass. They became entirely unaware of the room around them and gradually his fingers found her wet, hungry pussy.

That they were being watched was of no import. He traced a pattern against her skin, a secret “I love you”, and slipped a single finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He finger fucked her slowly, watching her try to squirm in the ropes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissed her neck, while adding another finger to her pussy. Gods, she was amazing and so was he. Gradually the room stilled from its debauchery once more to watch another scene unfold before them. Soon her cries echoed in the silence and she bucked her hips against the ropes and his fingers as best she could, her body begging for more. Another finger. He whispered her name. She looked at him, her desire evident to all present and held his gaze, knowing what he wanted. And she nodded, just once.

Slowly, a fourth finger joined the rest and gradually as she rocked and cried out, her body opened to him. And he slid his hand inside of her her. She froze, her only movement coming from the gentle swing of the ropes as an orgasm washed through her body. Her cries became a low moan and the room watched her come for him. He moved slowly, fisting her gently, carefully, but never stopping those movements. She would come for him again.

And as she hung there, his art, his love, he drove her higher and again she gave that deep, satisfied moan as her entire body trembled in the ropes and her head dropped to hide her face. Carefully he slipped free of her body and began to untie her, unwinding her bonds and freeing her to fall into him. She did so and he carried her to a quiet corner where the was a blanket waiting with some water and a snack someone had left there. Wrapping her and holding her close he murmured soft words and caressed her warm skin. She was his muse and she had served him well.

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Kink of the Week – February 1st-15th Threesomes (My First)

So, some of you might have noticed that this post has gone missing. WordPress/the Internet/something appears to have eaten the post and I can’t figure out why, nor can I retrieve the post.

With that said, while I can’t rewrite the post in its entirety I am going to write a new post here for anyone who cares to come back and check it out. So…

Threesomes. Threesomes can be a lot of fun. The first one I had our male partner, Ricky, was pretty content to receive a double teamed blowjob, pet us on occasion, but mostly he just wanted to watch. Does this still count as a threesome? To me it does, but maybe to others it won’t.

It all started with a bottle of coconut rum that me, Ricky, Suzi were drinking and quickly devolved into Suzi and I making out on Ricky’s bed. He joined us shortly afterwards, got his blowjob, and then settled in to be a voyeur. Fine with me as something about being with Suzi just clicked and that eventually began a FWB type situation with her.

But back to our activities. Suzi was just as talented with her fingers as she was her mouth and apparently, despite this being my first time with a woman I must not have done too badly myself. We spent several hours touching and fucking and I remember just about losing my mind when I pulled up to sit on my face so I could eat her out. Overall it was a positive sexual experience for me.

I think if I had the chance, I certainly would have another threesome with the right people and at the right time. I don’t know how typical my first experience was, I do know it isn’t something my partner is interested in so I’m never going to push the issue, but I feel like threesomes can be a normal and healthy part of people’s aex life should they choose to engage in them.

Wicked Wednesday 221: Reading (Secret in the Stacks)

“…Clayton ripped at Lacey’s bodice, tearing it free from her breasts and bent his head lavish the tops of them with kisses before seeking lower for her pert nipples, sucking and biting at them with such fervor that Lacey couldn’t help her soft cries. He raised his head and put a finger to her lips, shushing her before they could get caught. Ruining the Lady’s reputation was not on his list of things to do. She darted her tongue out and flicked it against the tip of his finger, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He gave the pretty girl a wicked grin and slid his fingers under her voluminous skirts; Clay wanted this woman badly, propriety be damned. His fingers found her little nub and began to rub and stroke gently. Lacey gasped softly trying to keep quiet as she raced to a climax just from the Duke’s touch…”

A soft noise from below caught Angela’s attention and she set her book, “The Duke’s Lady” aside and peered across the way, scanning for the source of the noise. There, she spotted a couple in the lower stacks and watched as the man trailed a line of kisses down his partner’s throat. She watched the two men curiously at first as they traded kisses and gentle caresses; she wondered if they knew they were being watched. She wondered if they cared. Angela crept forward to watch closer and the two men before her got hotter.

James bit his lip to stifle a moan when Nick ground his body against him, feeling their cocks pressing into each other through their jeans. The two men ran their hands along each others bodies, occasionally glancing around to make sure they were still alone They never even thought to look up. Nick knelt and rubbed his face along James’ cock and slowly, quietly undid his pants watching his lover’s cock spring free, dripping pre-cum, and ready for sucking. Nick’s tongue flickered across the head of cock in front of him before engulfing it in his warm mouth.

Angela smiled and watched silently able to see the one man’s throat muscles working as he sucked his lover’s cock as her own arousal grew. She wanted to touch herself, but didn’t want to take her eyes off the scene unfolding in front of her, slightly awed at the bravery of the two men being so brazen in the library of all places. Watching these men, sucking cock and touching and kissing really turned her on, far more than she would have ever expected. She wondered if it was the voyeuristic  element or watching two men or maybe both. Then she decided she didn’t care right now why it turned her on to see this as she rain her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples through her shirt and bra. The pretty brunette almost moaned as she watched Nick deep throat the cock in front of him and James throw his head back, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Suddenly his hips bucked hard thrusting into Nick’s mouth and Angela could tell that the one man was cumming and cumming hard.

She squeezed her thighs together looking for some friction of her own and slipped back into the chair before the two men happened to look up and spot her. She glanced around the upper stacks not seeing or hearing anyone and quickly plunged her fingers down the front of her skirt. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed hard and fast biting her own lips to avoid making any noise. Her other hand pulled at her nipples through her shirt and she squirmed in her seat her hips moving gently against her hand. Angela gasped and glanced around again and suddenly her own orgasm hit and it took all she could do not to moan at the feelings rushing through her body. The woman withdrew her fingers from her underwear and licked the cum from her fingers delicately and took a deep breath. A few moments later she glanced back to the lower stacks to see that the two men were gone and had left no trace of ever having been there. She smiled a secret smile and picked her book back up and continued reading about all the dirty things the Duke of Heverwood was doing to his lovely companion. What an exciting afternoon at the library.
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