Four days with Sunshine over New Year’s.
Hot moments, snippets, memories.
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I text him from bed, “Brush your teeth and come here.”
“Yes, Ma’am :)”
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Play, with rope. Not explicitly sexual, intimate. Different ties, those ones I have no skill in. Close and slow and following instructions.
Feeling how his body is built, how it bends, where it resists, pushing against it.
A hog-tie where I could pull a rope and rock him, chest to knees.
Soft moans when I forced something tight, constricting his body against itself.
Wetness, his boxers, probably on the floor also.
Because yes.
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Sensation, spiky, sharp. A wheel, a claw, watching his skin redden.
Reactions more from shock than pain, but react he did. Even when it wasn’t a surprise any more.
A gasp, a body-jerk, as if some jolt went through him.
Not pleasure, not pain, some involuntary reaction to something new.
Over and again.
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Kissing. So much kissing.
“Your lips are so soft, how are they so soft, just one more…”
Luxurious and leisurely.
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Hardness, his cock against my thigh, his desire and need a plaything, palpable. Skin and skin.
“I want to make you come with my mouth.”
A pause, a look, a smile. “I believe you.”
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Cuffs, a small ritual, powerful.
“Come kneel for me.”
His smiling face turned up to me, all open and warm. Kisses.
Black leather cuffs fitted onto his wrists, the tightness checked, a moment of connection.
They suit him, a blossoming, he skips around in them. A symbol of more.
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Flogging, his first. Tied to the bed. Gentle. Exploratory.
“What level? Tell me.”
“3, maybe a 4.”
“I’m going to get you up to a 7.”
He nods. I build up slowly.
The full body jerk, learning to read him.
“Did that hurt?”
“No Ma’am, I just…” He doesn’t know. His body is a stranger to him in this.
“7 now?”
“Yes, yes Ma’am.”
“Okay, five more here, at 7…”
He takes them easily.
“He looks up at me. Is that a workout for you?”
I laugh. “No. It’s a workout if I go hard.”
I can tell from his face he can’t really imagine that.
I strike the bed beside him with force. He flinches, then nods.
“Do you want to feel a 10?”
He looks at me, a pause. “Yes please.”
I raise my eyebrows. “A 10?”
“Yes.”
I smile. “Okay.”
I do one hard strike across his back, not yet full force.
His body jerks as if electrocuted.
“Was that a 10?”
He looks back at me, a nervous laugh. “Maybe a 9?”
I laugh also. “Okay, another then.”
He nods.
I put some force behind this one, it’s loud in the room, his body lifts off the bed.
I touch him then. “A 10?”
“Um, that was… yeah.”
He sees now.
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My fingers dipping into my wetness then into his mouth.
My lips so close, I can smell myself, faint, musky.
Whispers. “Probably doesn’t taste like much.”
His eyes are closed, he sucks whatever there is of me into his throat, he doesn’t answer.
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A hand on the back of his neck when we are out in the world.
A little squeeze.
His head bows for a second at the touch.
Then he comes back.
46 comments
That is heaven on earth. From my submissive perspective anyhow. Fucking HOT. He’s one lucky man.
*smile* I’m glad you enjoyed it (and I’m lucky also).
Ferns
You’re smokin, Ferns. ????
Ha! Thank you :).
Ferns
Why does all this sound oh so perfect? Oh right, because you are perfect!
Someday I hope to have what you and Sunshine have. Even if it’s just for a weekend. You truly deserve the best and I am glad you had such enjoyable sexy times together!
I AM perfect, thank you for noticing *laugh*.
Thank you for the kind thoughts: I hope you find it also.
Ferns
Wow. No words can do this justice.
Glad you enjoyed it :).
Ferns
Love it. :)
-Jac.
Thanks Jac.
Ferns
Yes fucking yes THAT ALL of it!
beams happily
Coug
:))
Ferns
I could feel my heart rate going up as I read that. Lovely!
Heart rate is the most reliable way to judge writerly pursuits… :)
Ferns
That was most effectively written. Very strong and a kind of “Impressionism,” providing just enough detail at key moments to allow the reader to fill in the rest with imagination. It also sounds like one hell of a great way to start a New Year, for you both.
Thank you so much. I like ‘impressionism’ as a descriptor very much.
It was a great start to the NY, yes.
Ferns
I got all hard just reading this, especially when it came to the caning!
*laugh* Well to my comment above: heart rate and cock reaction are decent barometers for hot writing… I’m glad you liked it.
No caning, though: flogging.
Ferns
Beautiful.
Thank you! :)
Ferns
AWSOME! So nice to read, even better to feel I am sure.
It was pretty awesome, yes :).
Ferns