A bit of background: this piece was originally posted on Waking Vixen on October 3, 2005. I *think* - though I’m not totally sure - that this was the last post I wrote about my personal sex life in sexy descriptive detail. It was written a few days before I came out about my whole life to my parents. The guy featured is my present-day partner and he really hates the pseudonym (Seth) I used to use for him.
I spent my day yesterday cooking vegan fineries, watching porn and drinking whiskey: a nice domestic Sunday. In the evening, Seth joined me to partake in said activities and add some deep dicking to the mix. He’d been dreaming of a particular pair of sparkly blue panties I have, so he bid me put them on, and I added a pair of heels I knew he’d like to the mix, and added enough opportunities to walk away from him so that he could get a good look at my ass. Soon we were in my bed, my tits heaved so the nipples poked out of my bra, panties on the floor, high heels intact, me crouched between his legs, letting my hair tickle his belly as my tongue tickled his cock. I looked up at him through the curtain of my hair; he snatched his cock away from me, and told me he wanted to fuck me. “But I’m not done sucking you,” I said, mouth engulfing him for one suck, two. “Okay, now I’m done, but I want you to play with my pussy first. Make me squirm.” He obliged and I relaxed, trusting, into his touch as he whipped my innards into a frenzy. I came hard, clapping my thighs around his hand.
Kissing him, I said into his mouth, “I’m soooo not done with you.”
“Hey, that’s my line.”
“Whatever, dude,” as I sheathed his cock in a condom and climbed aboard. “You made me so wet,” I commented as I slipped him all the way into me.
I rocked on top of him for a minute, and he could feel my muscles begin to tighten, my breathing grow erratic. “Come for me baby,” he commanded softly. In all other circumstances with all other partners, this command rubs me the wrong way (goddammit, I’m trying, don’t pressure me), but with Seth it’s a trigger: I came hard for him, eyes ablaze at his, his hands gripping the curve of my waist and pressing me firmly down onto his cock. My body stopped moving, frozen with taut-orgasm muscles, but he didn’t stop for a second as he pumped me from below, fucking me almost immediately into another orgasm, then grabbing a fistful of hair and flipping me onto my back.
“I’m a sweaty kid,” he said, as he rubbed his dripping face all over my tits, leaving beads of sweat indistinguishable from my own.
“You’re a nasty kid, is what you are.”
“But you like it when I’m nasty,” he said, spitting on my left nipple for emphasis. “And - for my first orgasm I’m going to come all over your tits and rub it in with my sweat.” Done and done.
We took a break and went out for refreshments, and when we got back he kind of smirked at me and said, “You have dried come on your neck.”
“You let me walk around in public with jizz on my neck?” I was slightly incredulous, highly amused.
“Well, I didn’t see it before we left, but then it was there and- it’s kinda hot,” he laughed into my neck as he licked me clean. Breaking away, he commented, “You know, as much time as each of us spend watching porn, we haven’t watched porn together.” I pawed through my pile of recent acquisitions and popped in a Belladonna dvd, shot while she was nice and pregnant.
“Heh. Is this what they call a couples video?” he laughed as we watched Belladonna push a baseball bat up Melissa Lauren’s ass. I reached over and fondled his cock, and told him that there was more than one box underneath my bed - the condom box, which he’d seen, and the toy box, which he had not. I pulled open the toy box and his eyes went a little wide; he was impressed at the quantity and variety of butt plugs. “I predict that there will be ass fucking tonight,” he said. “Now pick out a butt plug while I go to the bathroom.”
I pulled out my glass butt plug, pointed my bottom towards the bedroom door and started to work it into my ass. “Everyone loves a glass butt plug,” I told him as he came back in the room.
“Fuck yeah, they should,” he said as he clapped his hands down on my ass cheeks and spread them apart so he could get a look into my ass. “Goddamn, that’s a great view,” he said as he moved my hands to replace where his were. I held my ass cheeks apart as I heard him start to touch himself. “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he told me as he ripped open a condom wrapper. He wasted no time in plunging himself into my pussy. I wiggled the butt plug in my ass so he could really feel it; he groaned his approval. He fucked me fast and hard, wrenching one hand into my hair and twisting hard as I bucked against him. I came hard against him, orifices throbbing. He growled that he was going to come, pulled out, shed the condom and decorated my back with a sizable wad. We toweled off, eased the butt plug out of my ass, had some more vegan vittles and kicked back to watch porn. I yawned and snuggled into him, scratching my itchy nose on his chin stubble. “Bedtime?” he queried.
“Well, I’m not really tired, so I guess we should fuck some more.”
“Alright, let’s do it,” he agreed.
“Are we fucking yet?” I hadn’t moved at all.
“Almost. Come lie on top of me - it’ll be fun.” I made a big show of the effort it took for me to get on top of him. “For round five,” he declared (yes, I’ve left out some of the intermediary rounds), “I’m going to fuck your ass.” We talked about ass fucking a bit more, and I revealed to him that I’d never been DP’d [ed note - two years later, I wrote about doing a DP with this very same guy in Time Out NY's 2007 sex issue], and I honestly can’t remember the last time I was fucked in the ass by a flesh and blood cock, it’s been that long. He was surprised. I reminded him that though “I fuck my own ass a lot, I don’t trust the deed to just anyone. He promised he’d make nice with my ass, and he delivered.
We started with me on my back, with Seth easing his fingers into me to open me up even further than the butt plug had. The timber of our voices changed, as he switched into a dominant but caretaking mode and my muscles felt like they were made of jelly. He generously lubed my ass and then his cock and pushed the head into me. I exhaled deeply and felt my ass wanting more. He asked if I was okay, and I told him to push in all the way; another deep exhalation and I felt his balls against me. I continued to take deep breaths and I realized that he was in me, I could trust him, and he was going to treat my ass right. He started fucking me slowly, carefully, talking softly all the while, telling me what a good girl I was to take his cock all the way up my ass, the ass that belongs to him. I started to grunt and groan and slid my hands down my body to open my ass up for him. I pressed my feet against his chest, toes curling into him; he rubbed one foot and took my toes into his mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled out and I gave him a “no, don’t leave,” look. He commanded me to roll over, slapped my ass as I obeyed.
“Now I’m going to give you a serious fucking,” he announced, as he spread more lube on his cock. He pressed into me and grabbed my wrists to hold my arms behind my back, pressing my face into the mattress. He fucked me slow deep and hard, gradually increasing the intensity until he was really laying into me. My pussy started to feel a bit lonely, so I plunged four fingers inside myself, rubbing my g-spot while pressing my knuckles against his cock as it thrust in and out of my ass. I began to go cross-eyed and felt goose bumps creeping all over my flesh, tingly ice cream headache sensation up the back of my head until I was coming so hard my ears were ringing and I just couldn’t take an ounce more. Seth knew I’d reached my cock threshold, pulled out, shed the condom and asked me to flip back over onto my back.
I was really flushed and a bit flustered, but unable to keep away from his cock as usual. I gripped his cock at the base between my left big and pointer toes, while I pressed down on his balls with the pad of my right foot. His eyes told me he was intense about this. He reached for the lube and slathered it onto my arches. I put my feet together sole to sole and he slipped his cock in the space in between. He pumped his cock in between my feet and I masturbated appreciatively to the sight. “I’m gonna come all over your feet, so point your toes,” he said, and I did as he asked. His aim perfect, his load immense for orgasm five in as many hours, he spread his come evenly over my ten toes.
“I was awesome,” he laughed.
“Bring your awesome over here,” I said as I pulled his lips to mine.
My room today is a disaster area: used condoms, high heels, butt plugs, interesting underthings and porn films everywhere. That’s what I call a good night.
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