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blushingRoo 39F
10 posts
5/25/2016 5:04 pm
Vanilla? just add sprinkles


He playfully undresses from behind, kneeling on the bed. T-shirt and bra over head in one go with a practiced snap of the clasp. I laugh, its a Monday afternoon my house mates are down stairs, I think "turn the music up" as he flips me on to my back to shimmy my shorts over my ass. Sat astride me now he looks at me smiling, "where are your new bracelets?" He means the cuff I got for my self at an alternative market weeks ago. Soft black leather with a cute purple lining. I'd taken to sleeping in them occasionally. It seem so wasteful to own them and never use them. They made me feel secure but I knew they weren't being used properly. They need to be pulled against, sweated in, rub the flesh.

I point to the bed side table, bottom draw, the one with all the other naughty things in it that we never use.
He lifts out the cuffs and wraps them around first one wrist and then the other, joining them together. He goes back to the draw and pulls out a length of bright red rope. tying this around the attachment and looping it over my head and around the bed frame. I watch with open eyes, not saying a thing. but tilt my hips into his jeans and tense my self to feel the material glide across my naked pussy. I pull against the restraint, i can smell the clean leather above my head. He pulls on my nipple, pinching it, then quickly slaps my breast's. He does this now and then to please me because he think I like pain. I
don't like pain, I like being used, I like being a toy, I like discipline for misbehavior, I like doing things that turn my partner on. I like lack of control. I enjoy the endorphin's after pain, and I wear bruises with pride, but i don't like pain, but he doesn't understand this.

His hands slide down my body, and then very quickly his mouth is on me. He sucks my clit, hands on my thighs, digging just a little too hard. He slaps my pussy, one firm downward motion, This i actually love. I open my legs lift my pelvis, every inch of my body screams "again oh please again" he does it again. my knees beg for for the rest of me, and i fight the need to close my legs.

He's taking his clothes off, now i have a man in super hero underwear between my legs and i pull against my cuffs wanting to touch him. rubbing my self against his boxers." please i whisper into his ear, I want you"
"who said this was for you he replies. You might not even like it!"
I wish i could bottle this, he suddenly oozes confidence and sex. He is firm and in control. the boxers are gone and as he slips on a condom I look at every inch of him.
He pulls me down the bed, the cuff's bite into my wrists and as he lifts a leg on to his shoulder he touches my ass, no no no I beg, "what?" the one word question reminds me i'm not in charge right now I don't have a say, it's not up to me, If it's possible i get wetter.
Fuck, fucking, hot sweaty bodies riding against each other. he pins me to the mattress, small quick breaths against my neck. legs over shoulders, knees against chest, feet pushing in to bed, we shift and change and start again, and his hands pinch and grip and slap against my tits.
He's tired, he's done I can't take anymore, I ready to finish and he falls into the covers to my side and unlocks one of my cuff's only to swing me on top of him, I smile and look down at him. Then he refastens it. Im confused, I can't balance like this. He lift me and enters me and i sit straight so as not to fall. Slapping me again he say's "look at me!" I look i can't take my eyes off him but then i nearly fall and again a slap a command to look. I turn off, I can't do anything but what he tells me, he slaps again and again, I rise and fall, riding him and feeling my body clench around his. i blink and slap, "slow down" I go too fast and slap. I flinch the skin is pink and tender. He holds my face and says to me "don't flinch"
It's that simple he only needed to say it. Slap. It hurts but I can feel something else too, a steady building of pressure, Am i cumming is he? I rock forward and backward lost in too many sensations tight tingeing flesh, hot, sweaty, my hair in my face, my wrists bound to the bed frame.
Maybe he knows better than i thought he did, maybe.


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