To Try Something New

I have always been, as I like to call it, a scientist. Always experimenting, there is very little I haven’t tried, at least once. I’ve said before, half-joking that there is in fact nothing I won’t try four times before I make up my mind about it.

I’m 31 years old, now and while my partnerships don’t number astronomically high (they really don’t even quite hit the stratosphere, I think) I have a fair number of diverse experiences under my belt. So imagine my surprise last week when I discovered something rather mundane that I had never experienced before.

Before last week, I had never had sex in a sleeping bag.

It’s not something I think I’ve ever given much thought to, but the night was cold and my lover and I opted to maneuver both our bodies inside one small, single bag. Skin against skin and breast to breast, our breathing quickly became laboured. Our chests pressed against one another and we giggled a bit as we tried to find a place for the four elbows which had suddenly become vastly inconvenient contrivances.

Before either of us knew it, he was growing hard between my legs. Pressing upward, warming me from within. Our limbs intertwined and we rolled, restrained and locked together. Thrusts were necessarily short and became quick and deep to compensate. The base of his cock slammed and pressed against me and we both began to gleam with perspiration which cooled almost instantly in the night air. I tried to raise my legs to him, to wrap them around his and open myself more fully to his urgent thrusts, but they were wrapped tight, the bag twisted beneath us, enforcing our closeness. I slid my hands down, over the slippery surface of his back and grasped at his buttocks, using them as leverage as I forced my body deeper into the bag, forced his body deeper into myself.

His body began to tremble and my pussy began to throb in answer. He whispered feverishly to me each sensation of his body, as we slid up and down one another’s forms, a layer of thin sweat the only thing which could fit between us.

My skin tingled and burned with the friction, the constant contact raising my pulse and exciting every inch of me. When I came, it was with my whole body and my whole body strained against the flannel and nylon, and against the body of my lover as his back struggled and strained to arch with his own orgasm.

We came together and it seems there was no other way it could have ended. Our bodies so firmly intertwined that every small ripple of muscle pushed and pulled against another. We were as one body, held together there as our breathing slowed. He dropped his head into the crook of my neck and I felt his heart pound against mine, slowing against our rib cages, perfectly in sync.

Productive

It’s been a while, readers. My sincerest apologies.

Recently, Eden Fantasys sent me quite an impressive pair of leather bondage cuffs to review. I only wish I could have taken them to a party, and really given them a true testing. Alas, I had to settle for some bedroom bondage.

The concierge stopped me on my way out the door. “There’s a package here for you, Ms. Sythes” I could have taken the package upstairs and saved it for later, but I’m impatient, impulsive.

I was on the train when I opened them. I tore the tape off the package like an eager child tearing open a long-awaited birthday present. Underneath a layer of bubble wrap was a plastic package, emblazoned with a rather juicy photo. The man in the photo, his lean muscular form gleaming, looked at me intensely through bedroom eyes as he strained against his bindings.

I glanced furtively around the car. How could I wait? I was already beginning to feel just a bit excited. Imagining the scenarios in which I might make use of the contents. Across from me was a well dressed middle aged man with white hair. He noticed me looking at him and there must have been something in my eyes, because he cleared his throat and returned to his newspaper, industriously rearranging the pages.

To my left sat an unabashedly lesbian couple, their sign language conversation punctuated with small giggles here and there. Perhaps they were on a first date. The longing in their eyes seemed fresh, to glow with that excitement of new discovery. I could imagine them later, lightly brushing one another’s bodies with their fingertips, the redhead’s lips parting slightly as her new, more butch companion lightly trailed a finger down the rise of her breast, curling it as it approached a firm, pert nipple. In my imagination, her lips and her nipple were the same deep shade of pink, flushed with excitement. Her green eyes standing out from her face, in sharp, perfect contrast to the pinkness that rose in her cheeks.

Unable to bear it, the redhead reached a dainty hand, nimble from years of signing and confidently slid it past the top of her friend’s jeans, finding a bare abdomen and a dampness that radiated heat. Her partner’s hands flexed and pulled slightly away from her body then grasped hard at her breasts with a gasp as she swiftly slid her fingers deep inside, laying her thumb atop an engorged button. Those red lips, that so perfectly matched those perfectly rounded nipples, wrapped around a slackened lower lip, sucking it in and nibbling her way up into a deep kiss.

Gently pinching, those graceful hands slowly began to stroke up and down the tiny shaft and over the top, massaging through the hood and curling her long fingers toward her new lover’s G-spot. Pressing her own lips against her partner’s thigh, she moved her mouth, trailing her tongue down towards soft breasts.

The dark haired woman moaned and arched her neck, her hands shifting to rest on round, white buttocks. She leaned back, to support herself against a wall and raised her knee into the softness she found there. The sensation of soft, moistening skin against her thigh urged her forth. Pulling at her date’s ass, she slowly flexed her musles, hardening her thigh and parting lips to rub the growing bud between.

Her orgasm came all at once and one high pitched cry after another pierced the silence. As her body relaxed, she slid down to return her partner’s generosity.

Flattening her hand against the red lips between smooth, soft thighs, she rubbed around to penetrate a satiny sheath. She extended the tip of her tongue and flicked at the swollen knob once, twice and then withdrew. She studied her girlfriend’s cunt a moment, spreading it to take in each crevace and then allowing it to close, slowly. Pointing her tongue, she licked up and then down between two rises of her lover’s outer labia, just barely reaching the silky skin underneath. Her upper lip followed, its dry softness contrasting the intense sensation preceding it.

She had taken the dainty redhead for a soft touch, but hands materialized at the back of her head, tugging her mouth suggestively closer, straining hips upward with a moan.

She grasped the clit lightly between her teeth and attacked anew, enveloping her lover, mouth filled with fragrant sex. She slid a firm tongue inside and flickered toward the front wall as her lips tightened, sucking noisily. She slid a hand down to her own pussy, suddenly eager for more. They came at once, bodies arching in unison and as her mouth filled with her lover’s pleasure, the butch reached up with both hands to draw it out, to rub and coax and bring forth another and another and another, enjoying, viscerally her lover’s repeated panting cries.

Before I knew it, the package containing my cuffs was open and I was furtively rolling up my pants leg, lifting my ankle to affix one there. I would surprise my date. When the night became quiet and we were alone, my evening’s companion would find me ready to be bound.

The man across the car studied his newspaper as I buckled first the left and then the right cuff. Cinching them as tight as they would go and rolling my jeans back down. When I looked up, the femme was looking at me, wide-eyed. She signed something to her girlfriend and the girlfriend’s intrigued gaze fell on me. We locked eyes and I smiled coyly. Furiously the redhead signed. Lascivious laughter; and then comfort fell back between them, their suggestive caresses becoming all the more propulsive, leading them closer to the evening I had so secretly planned for them.

My evening was about to start and I couldn’t wait to see to what heights it would bring me.

Why she stayed

Andalee slammed the phone into its cradle, frustrated. Three times in a row, now. Three times he’d cancelled at the last minute. How long was she going to put up with this shit? She’d convinced herself weeks ago that she didn’t need him. That his bullshit wasn’t worth the sex.

It was such good sex though – Her mind wandered to the last time they’d been together, his sinewy hands fimly wrapped around her hips, fingertips leaving small imprints in her flesh, her hipbones grasped for leverage as he slammed himself inside her.

Her face flushed a bit to think about it and her hand creeped, almost of its own volition, towards the band of her panties. It was hot in this room. Hot outside.

Her eyes fluttered when she thought of the way his old ties had been recommissioned, to bind her hands over her head. Fastened to the headboard, face down, knees spread firmly, with command. Her clit yearning for pleasure, her pussy filled with him. The vague pain that mingled with the pleasure as he reached the base of his own cock and still strained for deeper penetration.

She gasped as she remembered the feeling of his hair, brushing against her back as he lowered himself to grasp a mouthful of flesh between his teeth, his right hand swinging out to lay down an imprint on her ass. Her body jerked in reaction and he grasped her hips again, firmly pulling them back into position over his cock.

The pictures unfolded behind her eyes as she struggled for the surety she’d had only moments before. His lips and eyes flashed across her mind and she gave up the struggle. Vigorously, she attacked her cunt. Her left hand flew up and down, applying just the slightest pressure on her clit, her less dexterous (or should I say less sinister?) right hand curling up underneath her, striving for something approaching the depth of penetration he could acheive for her. Kicking the sheets and blanket down to the end of her bed, she curled them around her feet, creating a sensation of being bound. She moaned under her gasping, shuddering breaths as she pictured his lips enveloping her breasts, sucking the nipples in and biting down hard. How bad she’d been, doubting him, expecting him to adapt to the schedule of her clamouring libido. He was withdrawing the pleasure now. Leaving her trembling in anticipation, in frustrated desire.

She panted at the idea of his cock, dripping with her sex, and his demands that she finish him with her mouth. Her fingers crept up her chin and she sucked the juices off them, her other hand pinching her engorged lips together, punishing them for their presumption.

She could practically taste his orgasm shooting to the back of her throat as she let go suddenly of her pussy, the blood rushing painfully back into it, bringing with it her own climax, an excruciating pleasure which extracted a cry from her throat.

If he did it again, though, she was through.

Tie me up, Tie me down

Breath came raggedly to her. Her eyes bore into his with consummate intensity, the flecks of gold around the pupil flashing as she tilted her head to one side, arching her neck simply, pressing her breasts flat against his chest. He noted with satisfaction a flutter of her eyelids and watched as a bead of perspiration welled on her temple and then tumbled the short distance into rapidly dampening strands of hair.

She locked her eyes on his again and he sensed the surrender in them as she allowed her body to carry her away. He arched his own back and shuddered slightly as she drew him in. His head sank into her exposed neck, tasting salt upon contact with the slick skin. He ran his hands up her arms and over the rough hemp that bound her wrists. Her hips moved suddenly towards him, taking his breath away as his cock moved even deeper inside of her.

He moved his hands down her arms now and gathered her up, his fingers grasping her shoulders, pulling her down onto him. He realized dimly, through a haze of sensation that her deep, scarcely audible moans had risen in both pitch and volume and that his own lips allowed complementary utterances. Their bodies were moving more quickly now and he gathered up a mouthful of flesh and bit down on it as his cock swelled and stiffened urgently. Her cunt tightened around him in waves, ripples of electricity running from tip to base, timed with the treble of her distant sounds.

He let go of her neck, lightly brushing his lips over the dents left by his teeth, probing them with the tip of his tongue. His fingers slipped from her shoulders and he grasped her hips firmly as his body prepared for release. He felt her stiffen in his hands and released himself. She cried out as each throb pumped more of his pleasure into her. He looked down at her face, intensity on every line. Her breathing became deeper and also more rapid as her own peak hit. She fell silent as her body trembled under him and around him.