Posted by astrid_the_spy
on Fri 15 May 09, 6:29 PM to astrid_the_spy's blog.
Not really BDSM but a naughty extract from my blog I know some people might appreciate more than others
"We are a pair of filthy bastards aren't we?" he chuckled before kissing me on the forehead.
Just sometimes even I have a "what the fuck are you doing" moment.
I'd like to blame the bottle of wine, the free poured cocktails and the sneaky wee lines of charlie but really it would be a hollow excuse. He hit the nail on the head. We really are a pair of filthy bastards.
Sex with Mr Wednesday was always good but when did it start being this good? Was it the first time I apologised for gagging on his cock and he told me "no need to apologise, that noise is giving me the horn" and pushed my head down harder onto his cock? Or was it the first time he smeared lube on his cock and I, already on my hands and knees, hissed and groaned and enjoyed something good girls are not meant to like?
The starting point to all this filthiness doesn't really matter. There I was, in my bed, hot and wet with my make up smeared down my face and my hair in disarray.
It always starts the same. Just a kiss. His lips hot and firm, his tongue strong and wet and tasting of wine and weed. He smells good. Some aftershave I instantly forget the name of mingled with fresh laundry and that special male smell you only notice on men you want to fuck. It doesn't take me long before I am grabbing him by the wrist and attempting to drag him bedroom wards.
"What is it Petal, do you want something" he chuckles as I wriggle out of my jeans and brush my hair from my already reddened cheeks.
"Well bend over and let me fuck you then."
Let him fuck me?? Ha. I am almost ready to beg. I stumble out of my knickers and bend over. He doesn't even need to check if I am wet. I lean over the sofa and spread my thighs. He puts a steadying hand on my back and slides inside me. His groan matches my own.
My god it feels good. At first he is slow and I feel the full length of him slide in and out of me. I can't help myself from moving in time with him, my arms braced against the back of the sofa. His hands grip my arse and his fingers dig into my cheeks, spreading me wide. We are both breathy with excitement and he starts to thrust hard. All gentleness forgotten now, my face is press against the sofa and I struggling to stay balanced on my tip toes but he keeps thrusting. He grabs my hair and I arch my back as he roughly pulls my hair back. The combination of the pain of my pulled hair, his roughness and the aggressive way he is fucking me is intoxicating. Just when I am so dizzy with excitement I wonder how much more I can take he stops and pulls out of me. Without talking I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth.
My mouth is dry from the gasping and goaning and my juices, which coat his cock, help it slip down my throat. I like to take as much as I can straight away. It's a challenge and the sound he makes deep in his throat encourages me. There is a point at the back of my mouth where it almost feels like his cock can't go any further but if I twist my head or he pushes hard enough I can take him all. I can't breath when he is deep in my throat and when his fingers wrap into my hair I panic a little and gag and struggle as he tries to hold me still. When I finally get free, gasping for breath and with drool on my chin, the smug grin on his face causes me to nip his thigh with my teeth.
I like it once we are in my bedroom with the door shut. We leave our phones and watches in the other room and bring everything we need for the next few hours with us. With wine, weed, lube and coke the real world feels a very long way away.
So that brings me back to how I ended up in my bed wondering what the fuck I was up to?
At some point during the night, during the rough, aggressive, fantastic fucking or the blow jobs that are probably described as face fucking in porn films, during the exhausted cuddles or excruciatingly exquisite nipple teasing, licking and twisting or maybe it was when his head was between my thighs, my back arched and the bedsheets bunched in my hands or maybe it was as I lying in the crook of his arm watching hard core porn on his laptop when I remembered the dog collar and leash at the bottom of the naughty box.
"Go get it them" he ordered.
Soon the "not tight enough" collar was discarded and the chain leash is fashioned into a choke chain round my neck. It's not long before I am excitedly wiggling on my hands and knees with his cock deep inside me. I am excited by having so little control. He is fucking me so hard I have to brace my arms not to fall from the bed, the chain is pulled tight on my neck and I gasp for little breaths every time he allows a little slack. My head is swimming with endorphins when he pulls out of me, pulls the leash through the end of my bed and drags me to my knees.
On my knees, the chain wrapped round the bed post so when he pulls hard on the chain I am pinned in place by my neck. Already struggling to breath he threatens to pull tighter unless I open my mouth so he can thrust his cock in and out.
And then he drops the chain and leans back on his heels. He wipes my hair from my forehead and kisses it softly.
"We are a pair of filthy bastards aren't we?" he chuckled
| 15 May 09, 7:19 PM candle_in_the_wind UK(RM), 5 yrs  |
Bloody hell, woman !!!!
I'd just got out of the shower....... now I need another - a cold one
The Gene Pool could use a little Chlorine |
| 16 May 09, 7:11 PM mini_velvet UK(EH), 6 yrs |
That's a perfect any day of the week. Colour me jealous. No colours or shapes |
