I feel like I haven’t come back down to earth yet after last night. We smoked some pretty awesome weed and I was having quite a lovely little trip. We headed to bed early for some molesting. He made me cum and, as instructed, fucked me as I was cumming. He came too. I felt really floaty, was seeing everything with a slightly pink twinge, the room felt a bit wobbly and it was rather fun.
He arrived home with a Nintendo DS3 as a present, which was a lovely thought, so I got to play some Pokemon Y last night. Just made it out of the starter area (which took ages because I was really stoned). Looking forward to more pokemon action tonight.
I feel healthy today, or I feel like my new health eating regime is starting to kick in. Like when I wake up in the morning, I don’t feel like I want to die. I have a lot more energy, although my muscles are a little achey from the exercise, but hoping to get some positive results. My head feels well fuzzy though, having trouble concentrating on anything that isn’t thinking about my partner naked or in some sexy clothes. My stupid libido.
We’ve planned dinner with my mum for Friday evening which should be fun and we’re staying over at her house – separate bedrooms of course, good ‘ol catholic mother.
Temperatures dropped to below zero this weekend. This meant we had the fire on pretty much non-stop all weekend, which was nice. I love having a cosy open fire.
We played Path of Exile most of the weekend. It was really fun – got our main characters up to level 61 and we’re on the last act in the final difficulty mode, which means engame is coming up soon. This will of course involve more farming and grinding, but the gameplay is fun and the progression is interesting, so it’s holding my attention pretty well. We had several gaming breaks over the weekend.
I fancied one such break on Saturday and decided upon a snuggle next to the fire. I laid some duvets out and blankets and got him to bring up some pillows for extra comfort. We lay there for a while, holding each other, in front of the fire, listening to it crackle and feeling the heat on our backs. It was peaceful, serene. I thought to myself “more couples should do stuff like this”. Just to take an hour out of our day and spend some time together, in each other’s presence and company.
We chatted for a little bit and my hand eventually wandered downwards to gauge his reaction to possible playtime. He responded well, smiling at me and moaning quietly when my hand brushed his cock. I produced some massage oil and sat upwards, having him lie on his back in front of the fire. Oil is something you have to be particularly careful with being so close to the fire, I put the fire guard up, just to be sure nothing would spit out at him or cause him any distress. I brought him ever so slowly to orgasm with long powerful strokes, lots of oil and lots of attention. I felt like he was on edge a little bit and later learned that he was having some pain in his eye – a burst blood vessel or something, that could have been the cause of it. He enjoyed the orgasm anyhow and I cleaned him up and held him for a little while. Later on, we had a little smoke and he repayed the favour, artfully bringing me to orgasm from nothing. I was surprised at how fast I came with very little thought, although, I guess my actions earlier, watching his reactions to my teasing was still very fresh in my mind.
Sunday was lazy – sausages for breakfast, a nice Sunday roast dinner and lots of gaming. He had suggested the previous evening that today might be a “green day” (a day in which, I can paint him with green body paint all over and have my wicked way with him – weird fetish of mine), but the temperature and our energy levels were both substantially lower. I’d much rather it on a day where we both felt energetic and well, warm. Instead, we got really stoned, had a shower later that evening and I sent him to sleep after some nice oral, hand and vibratory stimulation. I think the shower desensitised him a little bit, I still think he enjoyed it, but perhaps not as much as he normally would have done. It seemed to take a lot of “effort” for him to cum. He said that it’s nothing I’ve done wrong, but I felt the need to go off and read up on lots of technique articles today. Not just to brush up, but to learn what other people do.
I think it’s important that we pull our resources as much as possible on topics such as sex. Sex is one of those things that can either make you really really happy or really really miserable. It’s also one of those things that I think, in our society, is incredibly overlooked as a way to attaining happiness. Everything seems to revolve around ideals of people getting married, having babies and buying as much crap as possible before they die when, in reality, that shit doesn’t necessarily make you happy. If more people were open about sex and what they do and don’t like – pegging for example. If you suggested “pegging” to most straight men they’d be like…. What? that’s gay. In reality, a lot of pleasure can be gained from it. A lot of people hide who they really are and what they really like because of how society has shaped them into thinking how they “should” act. What’s so wrong with just being yourself?
He’d only gotten in from work the poor thing. Smiling, a little dishevelled. I was lying stretched out on the sofa reading a book. I did make him tea and allowed him to smoke. I could tell he was pleased to be home as he flung his coat off which landed halfway down the stairs. I had the couch pushed up close to the open fire, some psytrance playing in the background. Once he’d completed his usual routine, he locked the front door.
I found him standing there in front of me, almost expecting me to undress him, or at least giving me the opportunity to. I didn’t give him time to doubt me, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and flinging them on the floor hard with his underpants, he removed his jumper and t shirt and I pushed him down onto the sofa. There he sat in all his naked loveliness, soft, pale skin, long hair, rich blue eyes looking at me wantonly. I stroked his body with the back of my hand, feeling its warmth and softness. I love his skin. It’s my biggest addiction.
He moaned gently. I positioned him so that he was spread out for me and I could touch him where I wanted to without his interference. He accepted the position, lying there like a little doll, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I spent a long time stroking his thighs, pressing my hands tightly together and using it to push his cock inside them, I stimulated as much of his balls as I could, feeling them slip around my hand as I teased him. He moaned when I brought him close. He’d admitted that he’d spent a lot of his work day fantasising about me. I could tell that I wasn’t going to get much more out of him. After edging him 5-6 times, I grabbed his cock and used it violently and hard to get him off very fast. He lay there moaning and panting. He’d cum hard, it was all over his chest, belly, my arm, my dress. I smiled at him and kissed him.
After cleaning up, we sat down and had a smoke and played a bit of path, ordered pizza, watched some TV, played some more path and then I suggested that we go downstairs. I wanted my turn…
He followed me down obediently, putting the light on and getting into the right position. We lay there chatting for a bit. I could feel his little wandering fingers caressing my body. I was so sensitive and he, so gentle, it was hard not to get tickled. I positioned myself on my back and let him continue. He slid his hand in between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I could feel his little fingers working their magic and I lay back and began to think about his cock, what it might be doing now, if he was enjoying pleasuring me and if it was making him hard.
I removed my panties. He tried to tease me with gentle strokes but I grabbed his wrist and forced his hand harder against my pussy, looking down at him to ensure he knew he wasn’t allowed to be too gentle. I saw a meek little smile and I let him continue. My body swirled with sensation, he rubbed me in a different way for a while and then changed as I was getting close, I experienced a lot of new feelings as he experimented with pleasuring me.
I was soaking. It felt amazing, but it felt amazing because it was him doing it. Every single thing he did felt amazing. I wanted to cum so badly. I thought back to earlier when I had him held at my mercy, imagined his little face looking up at me, the noises he made, the feeling of power I get when I control his cock like that, take hold of his orgasm. All of a sudden, I came, it rushed through my body like a tidal wave. I almost blacked out. It lasted for what felt like about 20 minutes. Every time I moved any part of my body, I could feel it spreading to a new part of me. After cuddles, it didn’t take me long to fall asleep…
I probably had one of the best orgasms of my life last night. After we did some gaming (we’re currently working our way through Path of Exile again), I asked him to roll up and we had a smoke. It hit me really really hard, like, I was completely fucked after about 10-20 minutes. My arms felt really long and the room was wobbling. I had trouble completing the simplest of tasks, like, shutting down my PC.
We moved over to the sofa and he said he was going downstairs to put his new gold dress on. This dress doesn’t look half as fabulous in the photos but here it is… it’s kind of a fake-pvc material, super shiny, super tacky but super fabulous…
While he was downstairs getting ready, it felt like an eternity. I was totally tripping out. I was looking around the room and everything started wobbling, the lamp was wobbling, the floor, the ceiling. I was really chilled out. I had issues focusing though and the only way to sustain focus seemed to be to blink really fast. I attempted to regain my control but it seemed to be slipping from my grasp. I fought the sub-reality with all my strength and finally, he appeared, all glammed up in his shiny new dress and looking fabulous. He looked like a pretty mermaid. Because he has tiny hips, the bottom of the dress sat out, giving it a fish-tailed effect. I asked if he’d like to go downstairs.
Going to the bathroom was hard work. Our bathroom floor has black and white tiles, like a chess board. Every time I look down at them, I felt my reality slipping away again. I attempted to look up at the walls and blink really fast to get out of the bathroom asap. I’d made it. I headed into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. He’d put some psytrance on. I began kissing him and touching him.
His cock felt amazing underneath the shiny dress, my hand wanted to smooth it out and rub him. I brought him to close to orgasm a few times, using the dress as a way to bind his cock. Sometimes I motioned that he fuck himself using the bind that I’d created, other times I fucked him softly or hard, depending on what I felt like at that time. I told him that I might make him wait until tomorrow, just because I could. I could see the disappointment on his face, but he took his news with grace.
My favorite part of the session included ordering him onto his knees and spanking his pretty bottom. It looked so amazing in the tight gold dress. I kept him hard while I spanked him. It felt good to have that release. I felt like, he deserved a reward. I rolled him over onto his back again and lifted his skirt, feeling his cock in the flesh for the first time. It looked so pink and used and utterly delicious. I used both hands to bring him to orgasm, one holding the base of his shaft and the other stroking him. He came hard and he lay there shaking for about 10 minutes. I felt a warmth spreading over me.
I lay down and my mind started to wander. I lay there thinking about all the things I’d like to do to him in that gold dress. I felt his hands on me. My body felt so sensitive, too sensitive. Over stimulated. I kept getting lost in the monophonic psytrance. Sometimes I felt too much, other times I went numb. At one point, I went numb completely from the waist down. He suggested we go upstairs for a smoke, to clear our heads. Eventually we did. I’m not sure why that took so long. It was hard to get up. I sat up on the sofa while he had a smoke. I ate some crisps, I think and we eventually ended up back downstairs again.
This time around, I felt a little more alert, that I might be able to sustain a train of thought long enough to reach orgasm. I lay back and got lost as he started to rub me. I fantacisied about having him tied up in his gold dress, about fucking him in the ass in his gold dress, about sharing a vibrator, about just kissing him while we were both dressed up in something pretty. I then started to think about what I was wearing. I felt a little inadequate in my worn pink nightie. He makes so much effort for me and here I am in my ragged night dress probably looking like shit. It’s much harder for me to get decent sexy clothes though in my size. I always try and usually fail. I shouldn’t be thinking about this when he’s playing with me though, insecurities aside, here he is making me feel amazing, relax and enjoy it.
My mind wandered back to what his hand was doing, he was rubbing me and I was starting to dry up a little. I started thinking back to what I’d just done to him and how his cock felt in my hand, how his eyes looked when I told him that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum, how my hand felt when I was spanking his little ass. I was soaking again and his rubbing was in just the right place. I felt my orgasm building and when it hit, it felt completely unexpected. It shot up my spine and down my arms and legs, rendering me helpless for just a moment. I regained control of myself and attempted to control my breathing. I was still orgasming and continued to orgasm for what felt like ages. The warmth spread over my body again.