Below is a ~2,000 word story I basically blurted onto my laptop. I've been working on longish, romantic-y stuff for awhile now and I was seized with the need to belt out something simple, dirty, and immediate. It's present tense, first person female. It lacks any substantial character development, plot, conflict or setting. If you're looking for any of that, move yourself right on over to the next thread.
If you're so inclined, read it over and make a reco on where you think it's best posted. Lesbian? BDSM? Trash can?
-PF
~*~*~*
Just super. I'm tied naked and facedown in the middle of a bed and waiting to get fucked. Again.
Well, at least the sheets are nice. High thread count. They feel pretty good against my boobs and the side of my face – the parts of it that aren’t covered by the silk blindfold anyway.
Dana’s got this thing for silk blindfolds. When she admitted to it the night we met, I definitely should have smelled trouble.
But she was so gorgeous, so charming, and wearing such a perfectly wicked, come-hither half-smile. I’d been too smitten, giggling at everything she said and touching her arm to keep her attention on me while we talked in the middle of a party full of strangers.
I’d been so eager that I’d missed the warning signs. Kinda glad I did.
We’re playing the waiting game right now. Dana has already figured out that I need little breaks to reach the really gut-wrenching orgasms she likes to work me into. She’s waiting for my body to settle down after our last session.
The dildos are getting a little bigger each time. I wonder if she thinks I can’t notice.
I heard her car pull out of the garage a little while ago and come back a few minutes later. I can smell coffee now. Croissants too. Must be morning. That explains why my wrists and ankles are sore. Been tied up all night.
Her stairs creak but only softly as she comes up. Her light, bare feet barely make a few brushing sounds against the hardwood floors as she comes into the bedroom. Dana’s quiet. All good little predators are.
There’s no “good morning” or “hi darling” when she stops next to the bed. Just a long slow sip of coffee, in a vibrating slurp that tells me it's hotter than she likes because she’s pulling air with it to keep from burning her tongue.
Too hot. Sweet irony there.
Now I’m thinking about last weekend and the candle wax. The marks she left are still fading from my back and stomach. She’d eaten me to the brink of orgasm several times, then paused to drizzle molten wax in hot streaks across my body.
Pain and pleasure had twisted, merged, blossomed and eventually detonated in my little belly. I'd shuddered and mewled my way through a ridiculous orgasm.
“How do you feel?” Dana had asked while I was still quivering through the dizzy, tingly aftershocks.
“Room’s spinning,” I’d croaked, “never felt this way sober before.”
It had made her chuckle quietly. “Endorphins, pet. You’re swimming in your own feel-good hormones. Say ‘thank you’, like a good girl.”
“Thank you.”
“Good girl, Karen. Go ahead and relax and have a nice catnap. We’ll start again soon.”
“Are you going to untie me?”
“No,” she’d answered simply as she lifted my head carefully, cupping the back of my neck. “Here’s a pillow though. Better?”
It was soft and relieved the kink in my neck. “Much. Thank you.”
I could have asked her to untie me, used my safeword, the one she’d made me pick way in the beginning.
"Jujubes."
Yeah, it’s a little silly but I’ve always liked them. When boys in high school took me on dates to the movies I always got a big box of them. Then we’d sit in the back of the theater and do sweaty, naughty things we weren’t supposed to be doing in public. Jujubes and sex are linked for me.
Fine, I might have been a little kinky even before this all started with Dana.
I hear her take another long, slow, slurpy sip from her coffee cup then set it down on the nightstand. She opens and closes one of its drawers.
“Maybe take off your clothes this time, Dee?” I ask meekly. “It’d be nice to feel your skin on mine.”
A soft thud of fabric hitting the floor before I’m done asking says she’s already thought the same thing. “Way ahead of you, girlie,” she confirms softly.
I hear a soft, plasticky pop – the lid of her coffee cup coming off.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you this time too, love.”
The knowledge that she’s holding a hot liquid makes me wince instinctively.
“The wax burns are still tender,” I say cautiously.
“Not what I was thinking, don’t worry.”
It’s quiet for awhile and she starts humming to herself as I, of course, worry.
Finally, there are the familiar rustles and clicks of a strap-on dildo harness being pulled on and adjusted. I’m already arching my back in the lordotic pose of some eager little animal in heat, desperate to be mounted from behind, while D prowls on hands and knees across her bed to get behind me.
I feel the weight of her pressing down into the bed in the space between my tied and spread legs. Her left hand, the one she’s been holding her coffee cup with, is warmer than her right when she lifts my hips up a little higher than I can get them on my own.
It’s a submissive pose – bound, blindfolded, back curved severely for what’s about to come. Knowing what I must look like only slickens me more. I’m past ready for this.
I snort my surprise into the bed when, at last, the dildo nudges my lips.
It’s hot. Really hot. Oh jesus…
She doesn’t have to explain but does anyway, “I was stirring my coffee with something while I was humming.”
For what seems like the hundredth time it makes me realize how good she is at this game.
Still, I’m not so sure coffee’s going to be healthy where she’s about to put it. “Dee, I don’t know if…”
“Shhhh, it’s okay, pet. I wiped it dry. Now be quiet and enjoy.” She punctuates with a gentle forward press of her hips.
Dear god in heaven. Cocks, real ones, as opposed to latex toys, are pleasantly warm. It’s a definite upside to sex with a guy. This is different, what’s pressing at my opening is hot.
I tense automatically but Dana just pulls my hips upwards and pushes more firmly.
“Guuuuh,” I grunt as the heat pops inside and I buck at the absurd sensation of a coffee-warmed dildo worming its way into me.
“Good?” Dana chuckles and slowly eases in a little further.
“Fucking fantastic,” I hiss.
She stops. “That better not be sarcasm,” her voice darkens.
“Uh uh… more… please…,” I say quickly, wriggling back against her and succeed in filling myself a little more. It’s nowhere near enough.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Dee, is this one bigger too?” I ask as the thick, hot length gradually sinks further.
She pauses again, whether to tease me or to let me adjust, I can’t decide. My body can’t decide either.
She’s amused now and I can hear it in her voice, “So you’ve noticed?”
She starts pushing again and it makes my answer come out between tightly pursed lips, “Yeah.”
“Then, yes, it’s bigger.” She chuckles and pauses again.
I’m panting into the bed with what has to be at least six inches of toasty-warm sex toy buried in me. “So how big is it?”
“Does it feel good?” she counters, pushing in a little deeper, but I can’t tell how much. I just know that the heat is working some kind of magic and not just in my vagina. I can feel it radiating out into my fingers and toes.
“Fucking… hell… yeah…” I eke out between gasps.
She pauses and strokes each of my upturned butt cheeks tenderly. “Then it’s really none of your business how big it is then is it?”
From the first time she kissed me, Dana had explained that she had every intention of developing a relationship with my body that did not require me to do much thinking.
“In fact,” she’d smiled and taken a sip of her straight tequila before continuing her explanation, “it’d be best if we kept that big, college-girl brain of yours out of this. Some of the best sex is primal.”
She’d earned my trust that same night when I invited her back to my apartment. We’d peeled off our clothes and rolled around on my kitchen floor, never even making it to my bedroom. Armed only with a bottle of vegetable oil hastily snatched off my counter, she'd done things to me in places I'm too ashamed to think of now. I'd cum violently, clawing linoleum with one hand and clutching a kitchen table’s leg with the other.
Dana had some serious skills and a knack for persuading me to use them. She'd earned my faith in her ability to make me feel good, but I’m still fixated on the size of the toy she’s fucking me with.
“So it’s pretty big then?” I try again.
“Love, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Her smug comment comes just as she bottoms out inside me and I feel the hot tip of her fake cock nudging at my back wall.
She holds it there and the heat does what the dildo can’t do – it sinks deeper, warming my insides. Even my damned uterus is thanking her and my ovaries are starting to get jealous. I’m dripping openly now too. Plus, the juices rolling down between my lips and trickling down my stomach then wicking into the bed are warmer thanks to Dana’s demented imagination.
This is utterly insane. And perfect.
“Ready, love?” she asks after a long while, hands now stroking up and down my back in long gentle caresses.
She’s trying to relax me for what’s coming. I know it. She knows I know it. It still works.
I only nod, steeling myself for her exit.
She pulls back slowly. The dildo is big enough that my insides are gripping it, and I exhale through my nose as they tug along with it for a few scary moments. She gently drags it further and further out of me. I shudder when the end pops completely free and she’s just nuzzling it at my entrance again.
And, because physical pleasure isn’t enough for Dee, she starts monkeying with my head too.
“Karen? Who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?” she whispers into my ear as she slowly drives into me again until her delicate hips mash into my backside
I don’t have to lie, “You are.”
Back out, then in again. “Whose little honeypot is this?”
“Yours,” I croak.
Back out, then in again. “Do you know why it’s mine, sweetie?”
“Because… because you know how to… to make me cum more… and better than anyone I’ve ever met.” It’s getting hard to form a complete sentence already.
“That’s right. And how many times have I made you cum since we met?”
That one I don’t know the answer to and even if I did, I’m not sure my voice is working enough to respond.
Back out, then in again.
My hips are moving on their own, pulling away when she does, rising to meet her. We’re fucking now. She’s fucking me with a giant, hot cock and she’s going to make me cum with it.
Since I never answered her question, she does it for me, “Forty-three. Forty-three times, love.” She pats one of my butt cheeks than gives it a playful swat. The soft crack makes me jump and moan. Her answer is to start thrusting into my deeper and faster.
I’m having trouble following her motions. I give up and collapse flat onto my stomach, still struggling to keep my back arched and lift a little to meet her. I lose all sense of rhythm. It’s a dead giveaway that I’m going to cum soon and Dana picks right up on it.
“Is forty-four close?” she asks softly as he stretches out on top of me, her hands pressing into the bed on either side of my shoulders.
“…yeah…” I manage to whimper.
She falls to her elbows to be closer and her breasts mash into my back. She’s drilling into me. I can feel my insides fluttering around her shaft and my opening greedily squeezing around it over and over.
I’m still managing to keep my hips up while she fucks me. I’ve been getting better at that. The angle helps her get to all the really sensitive spots inside me.
A warm fullness starts to spread. Oh hell, I’m ballooning inside. I can tell because the sensations from the middle of her hot, fake cock fade away. Now it’s just the warm girth stretching my entrance gloriously and the thick tip prodding at my very bottom with each of her giant strokes.
My fingers twist in the sheets. My legs twitch limply on either side of her. It’s getting really good and Dee can sense it.
“Don’t fight it, honey. Let it take you,” she urges me gently, getting her knees under herself again. “Your body knows what to do. It’s okay." Her fingers sink firmly into my ass cheeks, kneading the muscles there. Dana likes my butt, she told me I had a nice tush that first night at the party. I'd actually blushed.
“…fucking… hell… Dee…” I mewl.
“Shhh… don’t talk, baby, Don’t think. Just feel. No brain. Let this gorgeous little body of yours lead the way. It knows where to go.”
She’s right, of course. I let everything else fall away.
My heart thuds once and it brings a tiny moment of stillness that stretches out like warm taffy.
I can smell her sweat and my sweat and the fabric softener in her sheets. I can hear us both panting. The steady smack of her hips meeting my ass. The nasty squelching noises of good, uninhibited sex. There’s the trickle of a bead of sweat rolling down my back. And her fingernails sinking into the soft skin of my ass. Dana says something like, “Good girl,” but it sounds far away, like she’s down a long hallway.
My heart thuds again and the moment of stillness is over.
Ecstasy rushes in to fill the void. I’m already jerking and bucking and twisting when the orgasm ignites the pleasure oozing from my pores like gasoline. I’m liquid fire and for several long, glorious seconds, I swear I’ll burn forever – a blazing beacon of joy to light the way for others so they can find this unbelievable place I’ve reached. This way everyone, I’ve found Eden!
It's a short visit.
Dana pulls me back slowly with kisses at the back of my neck. She strokes my shoulders gently while the world reorganizes itself around me.
The thing under me is a bed. It’s her above me. That pressure inside me is a…
“Uuuuuuh,” I whimper as she carefully pulls the dildo free. I feel my poor little hole pulse, struggling to close again, and the gentle cramping of my insides collapsing.
After much stroking and a few more kisses, Dana rises from the bed and ruffles my hair. “Good?”
“Fucking rockstar, Dee.”
“Sure you don’t want some Jujubees, honey?”
“Hell no,” I giggle weakly.
“That’s my college girl,” she pats me affectionately and I listen to her leave.
When she’s gone, I’m still tied naked and facedown in the middle of a bed and waiting to get fucked. Again.
If you're so inclined, read it over and make a reco on where you think it's best posted. Lesbian? BDSM? Trash can?
-PF
~*~*~*
Just super. I'm tied naked and facedown in the middle of a bed and waiting to get fucked. Again.
Well, at least the sheets are nice. High thread count. They feel pretty good against my boobs and the side of my face – the parts of it that aren’t covered by the silk blindfold anyway.
Dana’s got this thing for silk blindfolds. When she admitted to it the night we met, I definitely should have smelled trouble.
But she was so gorgeous, so charming, and wearing such a perfectly wicked, come-hither half-smile. I’d been too smitten, giggling at everything she said and touching her arm to keep her attention on me while we talked in the middle of a party full of strangers.
I’d been so eager that I’d missed the warning signs. Kinda glad I did.
We’re playing the waiting game right now. Dana has already figured out that I need little breaks to reach the really gut-wrenching orgasms she likes to work me into. She’s waiting for my body to settle down after our last session.
The dildos are getting a little bigger each time. I wonder if she thinks I can’t notice.
I heard her car pull out of the garage a little while ago and come back a few minutes later. I can smell coffee now. Croissants too. Must be morning. That explains why my wrists and ankles are sore. Been tied up all night.
Her stairs creak but only softly as she comes up. Her light, bare feet barely make a few brushing sounds against the hardwood floors as she comes into the bedroom. Dana’s quiet. All good little predators are.
There’s no “good morning” or “hi darling” when she stops next to the bed. Just a long slow sip of coffee, in a vibrating slurp that tells me it's hotter than she likes because she’s pulling air with it to keep from burning her tongue.
Too hot. Sweet irony there.
Now I’m thinking about last weekend and the candle wax. The marks she left are still fading from my back and stomach. She’d eaten me to the brink of orgasm several times, then paused to drizzle molten wax in hot streaks across my body.
Pain and pleasure had twisted, merged, blossomed and eventually detonated in my little belly. I'd shuddered and mewled my way through a ridiculous orgasm.
“How do you feel?” Dana had asked while I was still quivering through the dizzy, tingly aftershocks.
“Room’s spinning,” I’d croaked, “never felt this way sober before.”
It had made her chuckle quietly. “Endorphins, pet. You’re swimming in your own feel-good hormones. Say ‘thank you’, like a good girl.”
“Thank you.”
“Good girl, Karen. Go ahead and relax and have a nice catnap. We’ll start again soon.”
“Are you going to untie me?”
“No,” she’d answered simply as she lifted my head carefully, cupping the back of my neck. “Here’s a pillow though. Better?”
It was soft and relieved the kink in my neck. “Much. Thank you.”
I could have asked her to untie me, used my safeword, the one she’d made me pick way in the beginning.
"Jujubes."
Yeah, it’s a little silly but I’ve always liked them. When boys in high school took me on dates to the movies I always got a big box of them. Then we’d sit in the back of the theater and do sweaty, naughty things we weren’t supposed to be doing in public. Jujubes and sex are linked for me.
Fine, I might have been a little kinky even before this all started with Dana.
I hear her take another long, slow, slurpy sip from her coffee cup then set it down on the nightstand. She opens and closes one of its drawers.
“Maybe take off your clothes this time, Dee?” I ask meekly. “It’d be nice to feel your skin on mine.”
A soft thud of fabric hitting the floor before I’m done asking says she’s already thought the same thing. “Way ahead of you, girlie,” she confirms softly.
I hear a soft, plasticky pop – the lid of her coffee cup coming off.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you this time too, love.”
The knowledge that she’s holding a hot liquid makes me wince instinctively.
“The wax burns are still tender,” I say cautiously.
“Not what I was thinking, don’t worry.”
It’s quiet for awhile and she starts humming to herself as I, of course, worry.
Finally, there are the familiar rustles and clicks of a strap-on dildo harness being pulled on and adjusted. I’m already arching my back in the lordotic pose of some eager little animal in heat, desperate to be mounted from behind, while D prowls on hands and knees across her bed to get behind me.
I feel the weight of her pressing down into the bed in the space between my tied and spread legs. Her left hand, the one she’s been holding her coffee cup with, is warmer than her right when she lifts my hips up a little higher than I can get them on my own.
It’s a submissive pose – bound, blindfolded, back curved severely for what’s about to come. Knowing what I must look like only slickens me more. I’m past ready for this.
I snort my surprise into the bed when, at last, the dildo nudges my lips.
It’s hot. Really hot. Oh jesus…
She doesn’t have to explain but does anyway, “I was stirring my coffee with something while I was humming.”
For what seems like the hundredth time it makes me realize how good she is at this game.
Still, I’m not so sure coffee’s going to be healthy where she’s about to put it. “Dee, I don’t know if…”
“Shhhh, it’s okay, pet. I wiped it dry. Now be quiet and enjoy.” She punctuates with a gentle forward press of her hips.
Dear god in heaven. Cocks, real ones, as opposed to latex toys, are pleasantly warm. It’s a definite upside to sex with a guy. This is different, what’s pressing at my opening is hot.
I tense automatically but Dana just pulls my hips upwards and pushes more firmly.
“Guuuuh,” I grunt as the heat pops inside and I buck at the absurd sensation of a coffee-warmed dildo worming its way into me.
“Good?” Dana chuckles and slowly eases in a little further.
“Fucking fantastic,” I hiss.
She stops. “That better not be sarcasm,” her voice darkens.
“Uh uh… more… please…,” I say quickly, wriggling back against her and succeed in filling myself a little more. It’s nowhere near enough.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Dee, is this one bigger too?” I ask as the thick, hot length gradually sinks further.
She pauses again, whether to tease me or to let me adjust, I can’t decide. My body can’t decide either.
She’s amused now and I can hear it in her voice, “So you’ve noticed?”
She starts pushing again and it makes my answer come out between tightly pursed lips, “Yeah.”
“Then, yes, it’s bigger.” She chuckles and pauses again.
I’m panting into the bed with what has to be at least six inches of toasty-warm sex toy buried in me. “So how big is it?”
“Does it feel good?” she counters, pushing in a little deeper, but I can’t tell how much. I just know that the heat is working some kind of magic and not just in my vagina. I can feel it radiating out into my fingers and toes.
“Fucking… hell… yeah…” I eke out between gasps.
She pauses and strokes each of my upturned butt cheeks tenderly. “Then it’s really none of your business how big it is then is it?”
From the first time she kissed me, Dana had explained that she had every intention of developing a relationship with my body that did not require me to do much thinking.
“In fact,” she’d smiled and taken a sip of her straight tequila before continuing her explanation, “it’d be best if we kept that big, college-girl brain of yours out of this. Some of the best sex is primal.”
She’d earned my trust that same night when I invited her back to my apartment. We’d peeled off our clothes and rolled around on my kitchen floor, never even making it to my bedroom. Armed only with a bottle of vegetable oil hastily snatched off my counter, she'd done things to me in places I'm too ashamed to think of now. I'd cum violently, clawing linoleum with one hand and clutching a kitchen table’s leg with the other.
Dana had some serious skills and a knack for persuading me to use them. She'd earned my faith in her ability to make me feel good, but I’m still fixated on the size of the toy she’s fucking me with.
“So it’s pretty big then?” I try again.
“Love, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Her smug comment comes just as she bottoms out inside me and I feel the hot tip of her fake cock nudging at my back wall.
She holds it there and the heat does what the dildo can’t do – it sinks deeper, warming my insides. Even my damned uterus is thanking her and my ovaries are starting to get jealous. I’m dripping openly now too. Plus, the juices rolling down between my lips and trickling down my stomach then wicking into the bed are warmer thanks to Dana’s demented imagination.
This is utterly insane. And perfect.
“Ready, love?” she asks after a long while, hands now stroking up and down my back in long gentle caresses.
She’s trying to relax me for what’s coming. I know it. She knows I know it. It still works.
I only nod, steeling myself for her exit.
She pulls back slowly. The dildo is big enough that my insides are gripping it, and I exhale through my nose as they tug along with it for a few scary moments. She gently drags it further and further out of me. I shudder when the end pops completely free and she’s just nuzzling it at my entrance again.
And, because physical pleasure isn’t enough for Dee, she starts monkeying with my head too.
“Karen? Who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?” she whispers into my ear as she slowly drives into me again until her delicate hips mash into my backside
I don’t have to lie, “You are.”
Back out, then in again. “Whose little honeypot is this?”
“Yours,” I croak.
Back out, then in again. “Do you know why it’s mine, sweetie?”
“Because… because you know how to… to make me cum more… and better than anyone I’ve ever met.” It’s getting hard to form a complete sentence already.
“That’s right. And how many times have I made you cum since we met?”
That one I don’t know the answer to and even if I did, I’m not sure my voice is working enough to respond.
Back out, then in again.
My hips are moving on their own, pulling away when she does, rising to meet her. We’re fucking now. She’s fucking me with a giant, hot cock and she’s going to make me cum with it.
Since I never answered her question, she does it for me, “Forty-three. Forty-three times, love.” She pats one of my butt cheeks than gives it a playful swat. The soft crack makes me jump and moan. Her answer is to start thrusting into my deeper and faster.
I’m having trouble following her motions. I give up and collapse flat onto my stomach, still struggling to keep my back arched and lift a little to meet her. I lose all sense of rhythm. It’s a dead giveaway that I’m going to cum soon and Dana picks right up on it.
“Is forty-four close?” she asks softly as he stretches out on top of me, her hands pressing into the bed on either side of my shoulders.
“…yeah…” I manage to whimper.
She falls to her elbows to be closer and her breasts mash into my back. She’s drilling into me. I can feel my insides fluttering around her shaft and my opening greedily squeezing around it over and over.
I’m still managing to keep my hips up while she fucks me. I’ve been getting better at that. The angle helps her get to all the really sensitive spots inside me.
A warm fullness starts to spread. Oh hell, I’m ballooning inside. I can tell because the sensations from the middle of her hot, fake cock fade away. Now it’s just the warm girth stretching my entrance gloriously and the thick tip prodding at my very bottom with each of her giant strokes.
My fingers twist in the sheets. My legs twitch limply on either side of her. It’s getting really good and Dee can sense it.
“Don’t fight it, honey. Let it take you,” she urges me gently, getting her knees under herself again. “Your body knows what to do. It’s okay." Her fingers sink firmly into my ass cheeks, kneading the muscles there. Dana likes my butt, she told me I had a nice tush that first night at the party. I'd actually blushed.
“…fucking… hell… Dee…” I mewl.
“Shhh… don’t talk, baby, Don’t think. Just feel. No brain. Let this gorgeous little body of yours lead the way. It knows where to go.”
She’s right, of course. I let everything else fall away.
My heart thuds once and it brings a tiny moment of stillness that stretches out like warm taffy.
I can smell her sweat and my sweat and the fabric softener in her sheets. I can hear us both panting. The steady smack of her hips meeting my ass. The nasty squelching noises of good, uninhibited sex. There’s the trickle of a bead of sweat rolling down my back. And her fingernails sinking into the soft skin of my ass. Dana says something like, “Good girl,” but it sounds far away, like she’s down a long hallway.
My heart thuds again and the moment of stillness is over.
Ecstasy rushes in to fill the void. I’m already jerking and bucking and twisting when the orgasm ignites the pleasure oozing from my pores like gasoline. I’m liquid fire and for several long, glorious seconds, I swear I’ll burn forever – a blazing beacon of joy to light the way for others so they can find this unbelievable place I’ve reached. This way everyone, I’ve found Eden!
It's a short visit.
Dana pulls me back slowly with kisses at the back of my neck. She strokes my shoulders gently while the world reorganizes itself around me.
The thing under me is a bed. It’s her above me. That pressure inside me is a…
“Uuuuuuh,” I whimper as she carefully pulls the dildo free. I feel my poor little hole pulse, struggling to close again, and the gentle cramping of my insides collapsing.
After much stroking and a few more kisses, Dana rises from the bed and ruffles my hair. “Good?”
“Fucking rockstar, Dee.”
“Sure you don’t want some Jujubees, honey?”
“Hell no,” I giggle weakly.
“That’s my college girl,” she pats me affectionately and I listen to her leave.
When she’s gone, I’m still tied naked and facedown in the middle of a bed and waiting to get fucked. Again.
