Vaginal Sex

Gag Me

When he arrived at my front door, he found me in black heels, thigh high black stockings, a silky black g-string and a black lacy corset. I had a black lace choker necklace on, and my hair was flowing freely. The look in his eyes as he walked in the door told me immediately that he approved of my attire. He dropped his bag, put one hand on my waist, and kissed me firmly on the lips. Then, opening his other hand, he handed me a squeaky toy that belonged to his dog. I looked at him with puzzlement.

“Are we going to play fetch today?” I questioned.

“No, we are not playing fetch, silly. That is going to be your safeword today,” he replied. I was still very confused, though.

“What’s wrong with my usual safeword?” I queried.

He gave me an evil grin. “You can’t possibly tell me your safeword if you have your mouth filled with a ball gag, and you can’t wave an arm or a leg if I have them bound to the bed.”

“Oh.” I replied. So we were going there. One of my last fears. One of my biggest worries. Trusting him enough to surrender my voice to him. To let him dominate me and not be able to say “STOP” if I got scared. Yes, I’d have the squeaky toy. It was still a major act of trust on my part to let him do this.

“Are you ok?” he said, looking into my eyes with concern.

“Yes. I just didn’t expect this. But I want this. I need this. I trust you. I just have to let go and surrender to it.”

With that, he gave me another kiss and a firm pat on my ass. “Upstairs. Now!” he commanded me, and I willingly obeyed. I took his hand and led him into my room. Once there, I put my arms around his shoulders and my hands around the back of his neck. I began kissing him passionately, letting him know how much I wanted him, even if he had other plans for entertaining us.

“God, you are so sexy, woman. You turn me on. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to wait a while to do something about that problem. Instead, I’m going to deal with the problem of your lily white ass,” he remarked, giving my bottom its next smack of the day. Despite the shock of the impact, I refused to give him the pleasure of crying out with surprise. He’d just have to wait until he earned my screams. Two could play at this game, or so I thought.

He led me over to the bed where he piled a few pillows in the center. “Up and over, Little One.” I wriggled across the bed and placed my plump bottom over the pillows, my face then laying down into the quilt. I felt him grab my left foot and draw it out towards the footboard. Soon, hemp rope was binding my foot in place, loose enough for me to not lose circulation but tight enough that I wasn’t going to be able to move more than an inch or two until he released me, an action that would be fully his to decide upon.

He repeated his actions again with my right foot. I could hear the rope knocking against the headboard as he swung it around, making loops and knots that would keep me captive. I tried to move a bit, but I found that, as always, he had done an excellent job of binding me exactly where he wanted me. Then followed my wrists, one after the other. I was now making a giant X while lying sideways across the king-sized bed, a position which left my ass exactly in position for a good, hard spanking from my Master. Just to make sure there would be no unintentional damage, he unfastened the garter straps attached to the bottom of my corset from their secured place on my stockings. He tucked the straps up out of the way, leaving my ass a completely clear target since my g-string was wedged firmly in my butt crack.

However, the setup was not complete yet. My Master pulled the ball gag from his bag. This was a new toy, one I’d never seen before. Before putting the gag on me, he asked if I had any final words or requests. I asked if this was a death sentence! He gave me an evil grin and handed me the squeaky dog toy back again since I had set it on the bed during our preparations. Then, he pulled my hair back into a ponytail fastener so that it would be clear of the gag. He looked at me and commented lovingly, “You look so beautiful when you are tied up like that.” His comments were punctuated with a kiss, which although it was at an awkward angle, still contained plenty of tongue and passion. Binding me like this always aroused him in ways nothing else could. My submission was his ultimate pleasure.

With that, he put the gag around my head and into my mouth. He tightened it and stepped back to assess the situation. The smile on his face told me he approved, but it also told me something else. He had another surprise in store for me. His hand reached back to his pocket and pulled out a folded black blindfold. “I thought we’d see what sensory deprivation was like. Are you ok with that?”

I looked at him and saw the love and desire in his eyes. Yes, I was fine with that. I nodded my head in the affirmative, and with my consent, my lover gently slipped the elastic over the back of my head. I was now bound, gagged and blindfolded. I was truly at my Master’s mercy.

I heard my Master moving around to the other side of the bed. Soon, I felt his warm hand gently caressing my ass as he contemplated his first line of attack. Giving into temptation rather quickly, his hand smacked my white bottom, beginning the process we both loved of making my skin quite red from his touch. Again and again he spanked, moving from one side to the other, taking some time to smack the tops of my thighs because he knew I loved being spanked there. He also made sure that he spanked both of my sit spots repeatedly, causing me to squirm on the bed and squeak through the gag to voice my disapproval at one of his favorite tricks.

Eventually the hand spanking stopped, and my Master rubbed my bottom with his hand. He spoke to me, telling me how good I was being in accepting my spanking, not that I had any choice given how he had tied me up.

It was at this point that I decided to let him know that I had figured out how to spit the gag out. As he turned to get another toy from my collection to use on my ass, I spat the gag out and said to him, “You know, I’ve read on Fetlife that spitting out the gag is often a behavior that causes Doms to have to punish their subs.”

Quickly his body flew around to the other side of the bed. “How did you get that out?” he questioned, not really waiting for an answer. He immediately tightened the gag, and this time, my mouth wasn’t going to be escaping from its prison. He then replied to my original statement, “Yes, you definitely deserve some punishment for that behavior. It won’t be tolerated at all in the future!”

With this pronouncement, he returned to the opposite side of the bed and swung the small round leather paddle he had picked up hard on my bottom. The first swat was not a gentle one, but was one which made me strain against the ropes and scream through the gag. “That,” he sternly commented, “Was for being such a naughty sub and even attempting to escape the gag.” A second painful swat came down on the opposite side of my ass resulting in a second comment from him, “And that was for actually succeeding.”

Having let me know he now meant business, my Master begin rhythmically spanking my bottom, giving me a swat here and a swat there. Slowly but surely he was going to turn my ass red, but I never knew which section of my ass was going to be his next target. I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I could only make out a limited amount of his movements through sound.

Though I tried to squirm away from his vigorous attack on my poor bottom as he continued to use the small leather paddle, my struggles were in vain thanks to his excellent knot tying skills. The only real options I had were to accept the consequences of letting him tie me up or to use my safeword. I definitely did not want to do the latter because despite the pain, I was enjoying this entirely too much.

After having turned my bottom a sufficiently dark shade of pink, my Master dropped the paddle on the bed. His hands slowly ran up my back, and bending over carefully, he kissed my back near my neck. Softly he gave me tender kisses along the base of my neck. His love was coming through very clearly even though no words were being spoken.

Running his fingers along the back of my corset had given him another idea. He returned to the toy box to find his favorite toy and one of my least favorites, the crop. I had contemplated burning that damn thing, but I was certain he would buy another if I did. Armed with his favorite toy, he began running the crop up and down my back, teasing those places where the laces left gaps to my open skin. It was sensuous yet torturous because I never knew when those gentle caresses would be replaced by sharp smacks against my inner thighs and on my bottom. As I expected, the temptation of making me screech soon got the best of him, and my Master began alternating his loving trips up and down my spine with painful whacks of the crop. He really enjoyed using the crop on my inner thighs because that was the place where I was most sensitive to its stinging bites.

Eventually he decided that my bottom was starting to fade too much, and he didn’t want that to happen. My Master announced sternly, “It’s time to really start reddening your bottom.” I shuddered to think what that meant since he had been doing a good job spanking me with the little paddle earlier. However, he had the bigger, longer, wider, more painful leather paddle in mind. I felt him gently place the paddle over my entire bottom as he whispered in my ear, “This time, you’re really going to feel its sting.”

With those words of warning, he stood back up at the end of the bed, and he let his first swing take aim at my bottom. OUCH! Despite having warmed me up with his hand and the smaller paddle, the time we had taken off to play with the crop had left me unprepared for the wrath of this paddle, especially when my Master was using it sternly on my ass to make sure I understood fully that he was in charge. He began counting the swats he gave me, spacing them out just far enough from each other to give me the maximum sting yet also to cause the maximum suspense as I waited for the next blow to land.

As he doled out the fifth swat, I began to squirm and squeal. As we got to the tenth swat, I began to cry. Finally, when we let the twelfth swat land on my very sore bottom, I knew I could take no more. I squeaked the dog toy, and he immediately dropped the paddle on the bed. He quickly came around to my head, took off the blindfold, and removed the gag.

“Are you ok?” he asked with great concern in his voice.

“Yes, I will be fine. We just hit my pain limit for all I could handle today,” I responded, sad that I had needed to end things but so glad that he had proven that he would listen to my needs.

He gently wiped the tears from my face and kissed me, gently at first, and then passionately. “I still need to fuck you. Please, will you help me with my erection?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I would love to let you use my pussy to relieve your hard-on,” I genuinely replied.

He kissed me once more, and then went to the other side of the bed where he untied my legs, but he left my wrists bound. “Kneel up so that your pussy is at the right height for me to fuck you from behind,” he commanded. While he dropped his pants, removed his shirt and boxers, and slipped on a condom, I complied with his orders. I spread my legs apart, making room for his dick to easily penetrate me.

And that it did. My Master’s dick is on the smaller side of average, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. They say good things come in small packages, and that is definitely the case in this situation. My Master is always able to pound my pussy in an amazing way that leaves me howling with pleasure. No other man had ever made me cum the way he could.

Over and over my Master began to thrust, continuing past my first orgasm and waiting for the next one and the one after that to ensue quickly. He did not stop pounding me until I finally begged for mercy, exhausted by the handful of orgasms his thrusting dick had given me. As soon as I gave him the word, he let loose with his load, cumming inside me with a great moan of pleasure.

He collapsed on the bed beside me, and I let my legs down beneath me. My arms were still spread across the bed, my face on the quilt, and my wrists tightly tied. After a few minutes of cuddling next to me, he finally said with a smile, “I suppose you’d like me to untie you now.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied. “It’s been a wonderful session, but I’d like to feel my arms again, please.” He untied my wrists, and once I was free, he allowed me to put my arms around him tightly.

“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear as he tightened our embrace. “Thank you for helping me face my fears. Thank you for respecting my limits. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”

©2017 WoodLeatherLace.com

I Wanted Dessert

When the friendship request showed up in my Fetlife inbox, I didn’t recognize the avatar, so I clicked through to see whom it was. When I landed on his page, my first thought was, “YUM!” That’s not my typical response to most men’s pictures, but for some reason, this man really did it for me. His profile indicated he was single, and reading over his fetishes, he looked like he would probably be a good match for me in many ways. However, that nagging doubt in me didn’t think a man who was that good looking could possibly be interested in me. Still…. I clicked accept, and then I wrote him a note thanking him for friending me. I hoped that was enough to let him know I would be interested in talking more with him. If not, there wouldn’t be too much egg on my face. I hit send, and I waited.

And waited. And waited. Finally, five days later when I had already given up hope, he responded, asking to chat and see where things might go between us. I was thrilled to my core. This super-hot guy wanted to see if we might have enough chemistry to play and have sex! We spent way too much time chatting that first night, and after a few hours, we both knew we wanted to meet up. We switched to texting, and we planned our first date for two nights later. Included in our discussions were those sometimes initially awkward topics of condoms, hard limits, pubic hair styles and such. Both of us clearly were hoping that the date would go well and would lead to kinky sex.

The night of the date finally arrived. We had picked a restaurant halfway between our homes. Both of us were late thanks to a traffic mess, but I got there first and was seated at the table that was still waiting for us. Not long after, he walked in the door. When I saw him in person, my first thought was, “Ok, we can leave now and go back to my place. I want to fuck him.” He was just that desirable to me.

As he approached the table, I had to keep from throwing myself at him. I did, however, decide a hug would be appropriate. I think I surprised him with that move, but he returned the hug willingly. We sat at the table in chairs adjacent to each other. While I’d been fairly calm until this point, my nerves suddenly kicked in. Sitting in such close proximity to him was turning me on. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get through a meal when I was next to this gorgeous man whom I just wanted to fuck.

Conversation flowed easily between us, just as it had when we were messaging and texting. We had plenty to talk about. He kept slipping his hand under the table to put it on my knee, but since it was our first date, he behaved himself beyond that. When we finally finished our meal, he asked me if I wanted dessert. I responded to him, “Nothing that they have on the menu here.” His eyes lit up since he knew exactly what I had in mind for dessert, and he was more than willing to partake in the same.

Knowing implicitly he had my consent, he got up, pulled me gently to a standing position and kissed me ever so carefully on the lips. A shiver went through my entire body, and I began shaking. I wanted this man more than anything I could imagine in that moment. The pheromones he was giving off were just overwhelming. We couldn’t get out of the restaurant fast enough.

Once outside, we found that the sun had set and a cool breeze had started blowing. He put his arm around my shoulder as we walked toward my car. While he thought he was doing something romantic, which it was, I was incredibly grateful for his body warmth as well! Finally arriving at my car which was parked at the far end of the lot, we turned to face each other. Now that we were no longer surrounded by so many others, we felt free to show each other how we were actually feeling. His tongue parted my lips and mine greeted him in response. We exchanged kiss after kiss, enjoying the foreplay that had begun between us. I let him know in between kisses that I had shaved my pussy for him, something which aroused him further. We pulled our bodies closer to each other as the intensity of our desire turned up yet another notch. His fingers traced along the revealing cleavage line of my blouse, and then he let his hand wander onto my breasts. After several minutes of this, I knew we had to stop because I was about ready to ask him to get in the back of my minivan with me. I wanted him, and I wanted him then and there.

Finally agreeing to take the rest of the evening back to my place, I told him I would text him my address while he went to his car so that we didn’t have to worry about getting separated on the way there. With a final kiss, he put me in the driver’s seat of my car and closed the door. I pulled out my phone, but my hands were shaking so much from arousal that I initially texted him the wrong address. After correcting my typo, I took a moment to breathe deeply and refocus. I had to get myself home safely. The night was only beginning.

I beat him back to my house, and I took advantage of the few minutes I had to freshen up. Soon he arrived. He was barely in the front door before I had thrown myself in his arms again, desperately craving more of the amazing kisses which I had unwillingly ended in the parking lot. There were no protests on his part. He dropped his toy bag and grabbed onto my body, pulling me close and kissing me fervently. His hands roamed up into my hair, and our kisses became even more passionate than before.

“Perhaps we should move this to your room,” he suggested after a few minutes of our intense greetings. I thought that was an excellent idea. I turned off the porch light, locked the door, and led him to my room which I had prepared before leaving. My toy box was sitting near the bed. Lube and condoms were on both nightstands, just for convenience. Water bottles were on both nightstands, too, since I was planning on working up a sweat with him.

The rest of the night was a blur. Time seemed irrelevant. We were the only two people in the world at that point. The only thing that mattered was our desire and bringing each other as much pleasure as possible. I was anxious at first, and I let him know that. I told him that my lack of experience was making me nervous. I told him exactly how few partners I had prior to him, and he let me know that was ok. I believed him. I knew I could trust him to make sure I was safe tonight as we began exploring each other’s bodies and desires. I was certain he was going to be a gentle Dom, but one who also would have no hesitation to spank me as hard as I needed and wanted.

Our clothes came off very quickly. We had no need for them. They were only getting in our way. What we both wanted, desperately, was to touch each other’s naked skin, to feel the heat of our bodies pressed together, to hear to the other’s moans of pleasure. Our mouths wandered around each other’s bodies, finding various places to nibble and suck. Earlobes. Throats. Shoulders. Fingers. Breasts. Nipples. Bellies. Thighs. His cock. My clit. His balls. My vulva. As our mouths wandered freely, so did our hands, touching every part of each other that they could find.

Having made a sufficient initial exploration of each other’s bodies, he laid down on the bed, his head just below the pillows. “Sixty-nine me,” he commanded. I willingly obeyed. I straddled my pussy over his face and took my mouth down toward his cock. As I pulled his member into my mouth, I felt his lips beginning to explore my pussy. As I went deeper, so did he. As his tongue hit my clit for the first time, I let out a gasp which made me drop his cock from my mouth. He responded with a slap to my ass and the words, “Don’t stop.” Regaining my focus, I moved onto his balls, pulling them gently into my mouth one at a time. He continued his lingual probing as well. What he was doing to me was very distracting, and I was having a hard time concentrating on my job!

When he could tell I wasn’t capable of continuing both cunnilingus and fellatio at the same time, he instructed me to let him up. I did, feeling him grabbing onto my ass as he sat up. While staying on all fours, I moved forward a bit on the bed to give him more room to access all of my delicate parts which were beyond craving for an orgasm at this point.

What he did next surprised me utterly, though. I suddenly felt his tongue delicately rimming my asshole, causing an intense pleasure I had never experienced before. “Ooooohhhhh!” came the combination of a moan and squeal from my lips as I was overwhelmed with excitement and surprise by this new activity. He let out a laugh, and asked, “Does that feel good, babygirl?”

When I responded yes to his question, I was greeted with a finger being shoved into my pussy to lubricate it, and then he quickly shoved that same finger into my ass causing me to emit another scream of surprise and pleasure. He already knew I had an anal fixation, and he knew that I was more than happy to accept his probing of any orifice he chose with almost any instrument he selected. As his one hand was busy with fucking my ass, the other found my clit and my g-spot. Yet another scream came from me as his hands began to work magic on all my sensitive nether regions. It didn’t take long before his touch brought me to my first orgasm of the night, an intense release that was so very needed.

After having brought me to the ultimate pleasure, my new lover was ready to enjoy his share of the receiving, too. He released my body, and he instructed me to flip onto my back so that he could enter me missionary style. He quickly grabbed a condom off the nightstand, ripping it open and slipping it on. I was thrilled to be in a position that would let me see the looks of pleasure on his face as we fucked. As I quickly dropped onto the bed and spread my legs around him, he leaned forward and kissed me, hard, in order to firm up his erection a bit more. As our tongues were touching, he began leaning his body all the way down. His cock easily slipped into my well-lubricated pussy which was drenched from all the foreplay. I wrapped my legs around his, and he began to slowly thrust inside me.

Nothing is quite like having a lover’s cock inside of me after a sexual drought: seeing his face, hearing his groans of pleasure, feeling the slapping of his balls against my pussy. My hands ran through his gorgeous graying hair, and my eyes focused on the intense expressions of pleasure on his face. I wrapped my legs closer around his body, asking him—no begging him—to cum for me. He happily obliged. He let out a moan that sent shivers through me as his pleasure became mine.

Collapsing with exhaustion next to me, my lover and I exchanged grateful looks at each other. He pulled me close to him, allowing us to cuddle up and share that intimate time after our orgasms. We began talking again, and no longer overwhelmed with that tension of desperate desire, we began truly enjoying each other’s company. Periodically we exchanged kisses, keeping the sexual mood of the evening going even while we were saving up energy for the next round. Our hands never stopped touching each other’s bodies, constantly finding new places to caress and arouse.

Eventually the talking and kissing and cuddling led to desire for more intense activities again. He had promised me that he would be spanking, licking and fucking me our first time together, and having done two of those three, he set out to do the third. I was ordered to get on my hands and knees in front of him, and soon his hand found the rhythm of spanking my ass that would make me squirm. However, he had promised me a good, hard spanking, one that would turn my ass red, and to get closer to that goal, he grabbed a mini-flogger from his bag. Though he hadn’t had much practice with it, my lover soon elicited squeals of pain and pleasure as he repeatedly flogged my ass. He was a natural at using it on me, creating a burn that stung yet felt incredibly good. Eventually deciding that he had used that implement enough on me, he tossed it aside and then pulled a small leather paddle from his bag. Taking careful aim, he let loose a loud smack on my ass that made me question why I had been begging him for a spanking. As his free hand found its way to my dripping wet pussy, I remembered why. He began to rub my g-spot with one hand, alternating his movements with the occasional smack on my ass with the paddle in the other hand. My screams and moans became thoroughly mixed together. Finally, the pleasure overtook the pain, and I let go into an amazing orgasm.

Once I recovered from the intense pleasure my lover had given me, I turned to him and smiled. He was still naked in my bed, and his raging hard-on told me that he wanted more release, too. As I began sucking on his cock, he let me know that seeing a woman’s eyes looking up at him while she licked the head of his cock was one of the most arousing things for him. With that bit of intimate information, I began making sure that I could see his eyes as often as possible while my tongue was circling the head of his cock. Over and over again I went down on his cock, occasionally going all the way down to his balls and letting them have their fair share of time in my mouth as well. I even went all the way down his taint, licking carefully, and finding his asshole which loved my tongue just as much as his cock did. I had never rimmed a man before, but I found it to be a sensation unlike any other, one that was as enjoyable for me as it was for him.

Having pushed my lover to his breaking point, he pressed me down on my back again while I willingly complied so that he could have his way with me. Another condom was obtained and put on his rock-hard cock which then quickly found its way into my pussy. Once again our bodies found that unique rhythm, that pounding action, that horny fucking which makes us all into wild animals. We fucked each other desperately, kissing each other periodically between thrusts, whispering words of desire. Finally, he came inside me, moaning with pleasure and collapsing on top of me.

The rest of the night was truly a blur. We talked for many hours of it when we weren’t busy licking me, sucking him, spanking me and fucking each other. After the night’s festivities were finally over, I semi-rhetorically asked him if he planned to come back. He pretended to think about it: “Hmm. Let me see. Yes!?!” We cuddled closer and kissed again, both thrilled with the prospect of more hot and kinky sex between us in the days and weeks to come.

Eight hours had passed since he first walked through my door, and “dessert” was finally over. After we kissed goodbye at the front door, he headed home, and I went back up to my messy room. I collapsed into bed with a huge smile on my face. I was incredibly glad I’d accepted that friendship request!

©2017 WoodLeatherLace.com

A New Pervertible

31vpbrhxbulIn the kink world, “pervertibles” are sex toys that are made from something that wasn’t originally intended for sexual or kinky purposes. One of the most common is a hairbrush: Meant for brushing hair, but often used for spanking naughty bottoms. The handle can be used for penetrating various orifices as well. Other common household items such as wooden spoons, blind dowels, hangers, and belts get commandeered for spanking implements as well. Vegetables such as cucumbers and carrots get used as dildos. Perverted minds find kinky things everywhere they look (and that’s a compliment).

One of the guys I dated created a new pervertible that I would never have dreamed up. He was spanking me and fingering me in my living room while I was bent over a couch. Then he stopped for a minute to walk away. I assumed he was going for his bag of goodies which he left by the front door in order to find something to use on me. However, his eyes had found something else: my Thera Cane.

The Thera Cane is supposed to be a massage tool. My massage therapist suggested I buy it to help release tension in a certain place in my back that I knot up when I get stressed out. She said she personally was on her third as family members had permanently borrowed the first two she had bought. It can be really helpful in releasing stress when used in its intended manner.

For some reason, the perverted guy I was dating took one look at it and thought it would be great for penetrating me and releasing stress in some very different ways than I had ever envisioned. The curved end did some massage time in my pussy, and then the straight end did some penetrating in my ass. My partner said it was easy to hold onto and use. From my perspective, it certainly was a different experience! I think with a little more practice and some lube, it could be a really fun toy. I certainly am never going to look at it again without thinking kinky thoughts!

(I am sure that the manufacturers of this massage tool in no way endorse this post nor support its use for anything but its intended purpose. As with all things pervertible, use at your own risk.)

©2016 WoodLeatherLace.com

 

Again and Again

I had told him before about my weak spot: All he had to do was kiss my neck, and I would jump in bed with him. He heard me, but I don’t think he actually heard me. He would occasionally kiss my neck as we engaged in foreplay, but it wasn’t something he spent nearly enough time doing. He never quite figured out how to use it to his advantage, until that night, anyway.

We had a great evening—one of our best ever. A rousing kinky roleplay moved from one room to the next in the house. Clothes were shed along the way. Mutual oral sex was followed by more kink which lead to vaginal sex. Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed, sweaty and satisfied. Orgasms were had, release was found, and the evening’s activities were over.

Eventually we attended to our evening toiletries and made our preparations for bed. We turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to each other, him spooning me from behind with his arms wrapped around me. I always felt so safe surrounded by his arms like that. We talked quietly, starting to drift towards slumber but not quite being willing to let go of each other yet.

And then, he did it.

He kissed the back of my neck.

And then he kissed my neck again. Really kissed it.

His whiskers on my skin. His breath stimulating my pores. The warmth of his lips pressed against me. The desire he clearly felt for me. It was all more than I could resist.

Before we knew what had happened, I had rolled over and we were facing each other again. Our tongues plunged into the other’s mouths, desperately seeking what we had only so recently shared. My hands ran through his chest hair as his grabbed my ass and pulled me close to him. Though the dark surrounded us, our eyes had adjusted and our bodies knew what we desired. We wanted each other again. Clearly our previous state of being satisfied had not meant truly satiated.

As our hands greedily grabbed at each other’s bodies, I found his cock and he found my breasts. His lips lowered to suck and nibble upon one while his hands squeezed the other. Unable to just receive his touch, my hands powerfully cupped his balls. Looking in his eyes, I pulled away from his touch and lowered myself to put my lips over his hardening erection. He gasped with pleasure as my lips and tongue went up and down over his cock, again and again. Moving further downward, I sucked his balls into my mouth, and he moaned again in the deep pleasure that this action always brought him. Knowing I could take this one step further, I scooted downward still, rimming his asshole and giving him a pleasure he enjoyed so much.

All of it was too much for him to handle much longer. He pushed me on my back, grabbing a condom as he shifted himself over me. As fast as he could manage, he ripped open the foil pack, slipped the condom on his rock-hard cock, and then shoved his cock inside my very wet pussy that was waiting for him to join it again. My legs wrapped around his body, pulling him close. Slowly, the rhythm between us found its pace, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, rubbing and thrusting, bringing intense sensation to us both.

As our intimate movements continued, his climax approached. He moaned with intense pleasure as his entire body stiffened and released. An orgasm of this caliber had eluded him earlier in the evening’s activities, but our reprise had brought its rewards. He found the sweet freedom and bliss of having released all his cum inside me.

Once he had recovered from his orgasmic high, I begged my lover to finish me off with my vibrating wand, my “jackhammer” as he so lovingly called it. He had no qualms about retrieving it and quickly pushing it up to my pussy. All of the foreplay had done what it needed to do, preparing my body to quickly reach another climax, but unlike the orgasms earlier in the evening, this one included me squirting on my lover’s hands while he listened to me scream with pleasure.

Having wracked my body with spasms of pleasure, he turned off the vibrator. As we collapsed next to each other again, a feeling of déjà vu settled in. We smiled and kissed gently, whispering in the dark. His hands caressed my hair as I lay on his chest, letting my body slowly return to the reality of this planet.

Once again, we cleaned ourselves up, and once again, we climbed back into bed. An hour had passed since our last attempt to sleep. This time, exhausted from our unexpected but powerful bonus round of sex, we both quickly drifted into the slumber of satiated lovers. After all, we needed our sleep to rest up for the next round that would follow when we woke up in the morning.

©2016 WoodLeatherLace.com

Faking an Orgasm

When I’m asked if I’ve ever faked an orgasm, I don’t know how to answer. Yes but no? No but yes? It’s one of those questions that can’t be answered simply.

I have never faked an orgasm to convince my partner that I had cum when I actually had not. I’m not that kind of person. I’m very genuine and very straightforward. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen, and that’s ok. It will happen eventually. I also don’t coddle male egos. If they want to make me cum, they have to learn how to do it. I definitely don’t want them repeating something that doesn’t work for me under the delusional idea that it creates great results!

However, on one particular occasion, I had cum. My partner had not, though, and was having difficulty reaching orgasm via vaginal sex. Desperate to reach his climax, he asked for me to start faking it for him. Having watched the infamous When Harry Met Sally restaurant scene multiple times like almost every other woman my age, I didn’t think it would be much of a challenge. So I set to work, doing my best moaning and orgasm impressions.

Much to my surprise, midway through my inaugural acting performance, I was caught off-guard as an unexpected change happened in my body. I was no longer acting, but instead, I was rapidly approaching a real orgasm! I had wanted to get my partner to orgasm, not to have another myself, but I had gotten so into faking the orgasm that I had turned myself on, too. If this was the reward for helping him out, I certainly was not going to fight the results!

I soon had my unexpected orgasm, and I was quite satisfied with the outcome. I later asked my partner if he had been able to tell when my moaning switched from fake to real; he said he wasn’t certain but he was fairly sure he had been able to detect the shift. The fact that he wasn’t 100% certain boosted my confidence in my orgasm faking skills. I must have been doing a relatively realistic portrayal!

So have I ever faked an orgasm? Yes, but it was an acting request from my partner. No, it wasn’t an attempt at deceit as most faking is. Yes, it was a lot of fun!

Oh, and yes, he did cum, too. 🙂

©2016 WoodLeatherLace.com

Our First Time

“I’d like to kiss you now,” he said, catching me off guard. I hadn’t expected to hear those words from him, yet I was ready, too. I slid across the couch and into his lap, putting my arms around his shoulders. His lips were very quickly on mine; his tongue filled my mouth far faster than I had expected. Within seconds, his hands wandered upward from my waist, and one of them grabbed onto my left breast, firmly caressing it. Clearly he was sexually attracted to me, something I hadn’t expected. Not like this anyway. As our kissing intensified, I felt myself pushing my body closer to his, wanting to feel him pressed against me.

“Perhaps we could move this to my bedroom,” I suggested after a few minutes. My king-sized bed had always been more comfortable than the old lumpy couch. He quite readily agreed to my idea. As we went up the stairs, I held his hand in mine, walking a few steps ahead of him and leading the way. When we reached our destination, he closed the door behind us, locking it for good measure. We were alone in the house, but he wanted to make sure our evening together was uninterrupted. It felt certain and safe, locking us in the room together.

We stared at each other nervously, both wanting the same things yet scared to admit we were unexpectedly here. His deep brown eyes bore into mine, showing nothing but sensual desire. He wanted me in a way I so desperately needed to be wanted. We moved to light candles in the room, and then I extinguished the overhead light. As our eyes adjusted, the ambiance of the room felt right. Subtle, romantic, yearning.

Our bodies came back together again, his arms pulling me close and his lips kissing me passionately again. My hands rose up to his soft brown beard, well-trimmed and super erotic for me. I gently ran my fingers over it while his lips continued to explore mine. My hands slid back behind his ears, running through his thick curly tangles. He pulled me even closer still, kissing me harder and taking my breath away.

As our kiss melted away, our eyes opened and gazed at each other. “I can’t believe this is really happening,” I said to him. “It is,” he replied, sliding one hand down from my waist to my ass. He gave it a sharp slap and said, “Now get into bed for me.” I complied willingly, not wanting or needing to question his orders.

I leaned back on the pillows while still propping myself up on my elbow so I could watch him begin to undress. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare for me to gaze at. He had a few gray hairs peering through the dark mass of curls on his chest, betraying his age in a way that his body did not. He was an athlete, and that was clear by his body which looked at least ten years younger than his birth certificate said he was. I was definitely enjoying the show he was unintentionally putting on for me.

Next he put the delicate contents of his pockets on my nightstand, unbuckled his belt, and let his jeans slip to the floor. A smile spread across my face as I stared at the very prominent erection underneath his navy boxer briefs. He looked up to see me smiling, and he smiled back, knowing exactly what that look was about. Climbing into the bed, I felt his warm body push me back onto the pillows, his arms surrounding me and his lips once again parting mine, his tongue frantically searching for mine. We needed each other. We needed this.

Slowly his lips began meandering away from mine, moving toward my right ear. In due time, I felt his teeth gently nibbling on my ear lobe as I let out a breathy and subtle moan. He chuckled and whispered in my ear, “You like that, do you?” as he continued with more of the same. Suddenly I squealed and squirmed as his mouth found that particular ticklish spot that always set me off. He pulled me closer as he continued to tickle me with great delight.

Suddenly I felt myself being pulled up into a sitting position with him straddling my legs and looking me in the eyes again. “You don’t need that shirt anymore,” he said, and I had to agree. Having pulled the blouse over my head, his gaze fell down on my breasts, contained in a pink lace bra. I could tell he was holding his breath for a moment, totally taken in by what was waiting in front of him for his touch. Then he reached down, freeing one breast from captivity and lowering his mouth to greet it. His tongue flicked around my nipple, and his mouth widened, taking in as much of my voluptuous breast as he could. Both of his hands were on the breasts nearest to them, one supporting his oral action and the other exploring the breast still contained behind its lace prison. He stopped to look up at me, took a deep breath, and then moved his right hand behind my back, attempting to free the bra hooks in a one-handed maneuver. As he failed miserably, I laughed, realizing that some men at midlife still hadn’t mastered bra hooks any better than most teenage boys. He teased me back for laughing at him, telling me I would pay for laughing at his struggles, but that only made me laugh more.

He finally surrendered to necessity, moving around behind me and removing my bra with great ease once he could see what he was doing. His hands pulled my long hair to one side and over my shoulder, leaving my neck vulnerable to his attention. He began kissing my neck while his hands once again wandered to my breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through my body when combined with the erotic touches of his lips on my highly sensitive neck.

Having reached as far as he easily could kiss, my lover once again returned to my front side, pulling me up to a kneeling position in front of him. The heat from our bodies radiated towards each other; our nerves were gone by this point as passion and desire had fully taken over. We inched towards each other, him pulling on my ass to get me as close as possible to his straining erection. As our kissing intensified again, we fell back on the pillows, lying side by side.

While his kisses had me distracted, he subtly slipped his hand up under my flouncy short skirt. Before I knew what he was doing, I felt his hand on my pussy, gently rubbing against the pink satin and lace panties I was wearing to match the bra that was now tossed on the floor. I looked into his eyes and happily put my hands on his beard again. I liked how this was proceeding. His tongue continued to explore my mouth while his hand rubbed intentionally, attempting to involve my clit in our actions.

Without warning it hit me: an unexpected orgasm. It wasn’t earth-shattering, but there was no denying the wave of pleasure that spiked through my body. Never before had I cum from a man’s touch before he had even removed my panties. This man, though, he had great skill. He knew what he was doing with a woman’s body. As I quickly recovered from the minor earthquake, I began wondering how much more he was going to be able to do to my body as the night proceeded.

My lover decided that the first orgasm was reason enough for me to part with the rest of my clothing. Still a bit stunned from the orgasm, I kneeled for him to pull down my skirt and then my panties. I laid back down on the bed, completely naked except those last pieces of clothing I was pushing off my legs with my feet. He gazed with appreciation at the sexual feast in front of him. The only remaining piece of clothing was his boxer briefs, and so he stood next to the bed to slide them off. A huge smile once again crossed my face as an embarrassed blush covered his. “You like it?” he asked. “Very much,” I replied, and as he scooted back to the center of the bed, I moved to meet him, my mouth encircling his hard cock as I greeted it for the first time. He moaned with pleasure, running his hands into my hair and pulling my head close to his pelvis. He wanted me sucking his cock as much as I wanted to be doing it. Both of us were finding intense pleasure in our newest activity.

When he couldn’t handle my tongue’s caresses any more, he leaned me back on the bed, kissing me with more fervor than I’d experienced from him previously. Both of us were beyond horny, wanting to experience anything and everything each of us could give the other. “Where’s your vibrator?” he unexpectedly asked. “In the top drawer of the nightstand,” I replied. “Why?” He got an evil grin on his face and stated, “Because I am going to use it on you now.” How could I argue with that?

Having found my fully charged Magic Wand, a toy he’d never had the joy of playing with before, my lover experimented with the various settings while sitting next to me. Having figured out how it worked, he commanded me, “Spread your legs for me.” I obeyed willingly. He leaned over, pushing the vibrating head against my clit. It only took a few seconds before I exploded into orgasm, moaning with pleasure. When I opened my eyes after my orgasm subsided, I could see the look on his face so clearly. He was turned on in a different way than I had seen previously that night. “That thing is powerful,” he said, “And you are a show off for being able to cum that easily.” I grinned and laughed. “You’ll have to punish me for that some time,” I replied, only to be greeted by his response of, “Oh, believe me, I intend to.”

Having put the vibrator on the nightstand, he lay back on the bed next to me, and I scooted my head onto his chest to cuddle and recover. We began the talk of lovers, intermixed with kisses and touches to various regions of our bodies that were still very aroused. He pulled me even closer to him, and kissing me, informed me in a very serious voice, “When we’re in bed together, I expect you to call me Master.” I hesitated. Could I do that? Could I surrender that much control to him and refer to him as my Master? I looked in his eyes and knew the answer. “Yes, Master,” I responded. “Good girl. You will be my Little One. From now on, I also want you to ask me for permission to cum. I want you to beg. I’ll be the one deciding when you cum. I’m a benevolent Master, though. I won’t make you wait too long. Just long enough for me to feel the pleasure of controlling you. And when you are cumming, I expect you to tell me, loudly and clearly. I want to hear that I have brought you to orgasm yet again.” I hadn’t predicted these demands from him, and yet every inch of my body and soul was happy to agree. This was the kind of Master I needed in my life. He added one more item to his list: “The next time we meet, I will be bringing my razor. I will be tying you up, and I will be shaving your pussy to make you mine.” I looked into his eyes, and responded with a kiss. “I would like that very much, Master.”

Having secured my submission, he was raring to go yet again. My orgasms brought him intense pleasure, and he was determined to see how many I could have tonight having discovered how orgasmic I actually was. I wasn’t going to stop his quest. “Flip over,” he said. I looked at him inquisitively. “Do it,” he ordered. I knew this was what I has signed up for, and so I rolled onto my stomach, not quite sure what to expect from him. “The condom is on my nightstand,” I informed him. “We don’t need it yet,” he retorted. I began to wonder earnestly what he was up to, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out. I felt several fingers inserting into my vagina coupled with a moaning statement whispered in my ear, “My God, you are so fucking wet.” “You did that to me, Master,” was my response along with a moan of my own. I felt his fingers rearranging; later he told me that he had his thumb on my g-spot and his fingers on the outside of my pussy, rubbing my clit.

What followed was one of the best orgasms of my life. I had been fingered before, and I’ve been fingered since, but no one was able to rub me in the way he did. The vigor he used on me was intense, powerful, and overwhelming. Very quickly, my moans became amazingly loud. “Talk to me,” he commanded, but all I could respond was, “Oh, Master!” mixed in with moans that were rapidly moving toward screams. There was so much pleasure I didn’t know what to do. Never had I felt this kind of orgasm before. “Don’t you dare cum without my permission,” he warned as my moans began intensifying. Soon, I was there, hovering at the brink, ready to explode. “Master, I need to cum!” I screamed. “No!” he growled back into my ear as he continued banging me with his fingers. “But Master,” I begged, “Please let me cum!” “NO!” came the reply once again. Finally, in desperation, I implored, “Master, I need to cum now, please, let me!” Then I heard the words I fervently needed to hear, “Ok, Little One. Cum for me now. But tell me when you are cumming.” And with that, an orgasm exploded throughout my body. “I’M CUMMING!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Who was this woman who was in my bed screaming like this? Why had I never met her before?

Where that orgasm began and where it ended remains a mystery to me. There were peaks and higher peaks, but the plateaus and valleys never arrived. I could feel my pussy squirting, hot juices running down my lover’s hands and my nether lips, and I could hear myself surreally screaming at the intensity of what I was experiencing. On and on it went, never seeming to end. Finally, with exhaustion, I pled, “Master, mercy, please. I need a break. Please give me a break.” With that, he ceased rubbing, and collapsed next to me with an unbelievable look of pleasure on his own face.

I rolled over and cuddled into his arms, unable to speak from exhaustion and overwhelm. After a few minutes, when I finally found my voice again, I asked him, “What just happened?” He grinned and said, “You are an incredibly orgasmic woman.” I laughed in response and said, “Yes, but no one else has ever made me cum like that before.” He smiled and said, “I’ve never seen a woman cum like that before, so it must be you.” “Maybe it’s us,” I suggested. Whatever it was, the energy flowing between us was powerful. We weren’t ready to stop either.

My lover looked at me, and then he reached over to the nightstand for the condom. “Put it on me,” he said. “Yes, Master,” I willingly replied. I was more than happy to comply with this request knowing full well what it meant: more pleasure for both of us via penetration. I rolled the condom down, struggling a bit to get it situated just right. He took over for me, making it comfortable, and then he pushed me down onto the bed with a passionate kiss to my lips. He moved to kneel between my legs while remaining upright, and he stuck his arms out toward me. I looked at him with confusion, and he said, “I want you to put your legs over my arms so I can fuck you in a way you’ve never been fucked before. I’m going give you a cervical orgasm, and you are going to love it.”

He was completely right. He began thrusting, pounding against me with intensity and determination. Very quickly, I was back to the brink of orgasm. “Master,” I cried, “I need to cum again.” “No,” he replied, “Not yet.” “But Master…” I begged. “I said NOT YET,” was his loud response. I focused on all the pleasure I was feeling, all the building desire, all the desperation for release. “Master, please, I need to cum so badly.” “Then cum, my Little One. Squirt all over me again.” With his permission, I felt my fluids release, and I heard myself screaming again. But then the screaming didn’t stop. It just kept going. My entire body was filled with intense, blinding pleasure, and I felt as though I had entered a totally different world. The orgasm just kept going and going as did the screaming. Wave after intense wave, thrust after pounding thrust. Somewhere in there, I felt myself squirt again. Finally, I reached the point where I just couldn’t keep going any longer. Once again I found myself begging, “Mercy, Master! I need a break from the pleasure.” And with that, my lover collapsed onto me, breathless and more turned on than he had ever been.

After we’d both had a chance to recover once again, we found ourselves looking into each other’s eyes, my fingers caressing his chest hair in a dreamy way. “You have ten minute orgasms,” he noted. I burst into laughter. “I don’t think they’re actually ten minutes long,” I said. He ran his hands through my hair and replied, “No, probably not. But they are incredibly long and absolutely amazing to partake in.”

A few more minutes of pillow talk passed, and I told him, “You still haven’t cum yet.” He replied, “Even if I don’t cum tonight, I will be completely happy. The amount of pleasure your orgasms have given me is more than you can know.” “I’m glad that’s true,” I said, “But I’d still like to get you to cum.” “Oh, so would I,” he responded, and with that, he flipped me over onto my stomach once again. He grabbed the lube with one hand while reinvigorating his erection with his other hand. He popped open the top, and squirted some of the very cold lube onto my asshole as well as onto his now hardened cock. This time, I knew what was about to happen.

I reached my fingers underneath me, putting them on my clit, ready to help my lover bring me to further pleasure. I felt his cock, slowly sliding into my ass as he exhaled a huge breath and moaned. “Dear God, that feels unbelievable,” he blurted out. I felt his body lowering against me, and then, when he was ready, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of me. Intense pleasure began arising in me that matched his. I applied counterpressure on my clit, stirring me to the edge of orgasm once again. It didn’t take him long either. The hours of sex we had been having had done their job in getting him to a point of no return. As he forcefully came in my ass, I lost control again, too, joining him in one final (albeit minor) orgasm for the evening. He collapsed on me, exhausted and pleasured.

After we took a few moments, he shifted off of me, and we found ourselves cuddling for the last time that night. “Wow” was all I could say to him. A huge grin crossed his face, too. “Yeah, that was pretty impressive,” he responded. “And that was our first time,” I noted. “Imagine what things are going to be like with more practice.” “I can’t wait to find out,” my lover replied, pulling me close in his arms and closing his eyes.

©2016 WoodLeatherLace.com