Sex, Spanking, and Deep-Throating

Last night, D came over, and we took the play to another level. Or at least, I felt we did. There were some good parts, and another embarrassing anal sex moment, and then some more hot sex.

He told me to put a plug in and watch some porn and wait for him. Well, I decided to give myself an enema for confidence, and I think that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t give myself enough time. Ugh, when will I learn? But who knows? Maybe I’m not eating right, maybe the Zantac is still in my system, maybe whatever… but maybe sex is just not meant to be perfect. It’s supposed to be embarrassing and messy. As long as it’s forgiven, who cares? If you are going to play with my ass, accidents may happen. He forgave me. Life is good.

You get the picture. Here’s the play by play:

I put on black thigh-highs and a powder blue lace cami. I know the colors didn’t quite match, but I thought I looked good. The cami had a padded top that could be pulled down for access to the boobs. I didn’t wear any panties. Because he told me to, I selected a butt plug. It was a clear rubber one with graduating bumps. The first bump was nothing, the second a little challenging, and the third… I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it. But, I did it before, so what the hey? With a little persistence, I took it. My pussy immediately began to drool.

I sent a text D that I would leave the door unlocked, because damned if I was going to walk around with that thing. I did, a little, but having it jiggle around in me makes my brain turn to mush. I went through two porn DVD’s before I found one that caught my attention. Defiled in Style. It has some D/s overtones and some hot sex. How can you go wrong?

I was sitting on the couch, legs spread, lightly touching myself. He told me not to play with myself, so I didn’t touch my clit. The sound of the door made me jump. I closed my legs. When I realized what I’d done, I relaxed and spread them again, knowing he would want to see me that way.

He came over to me, grabbed me, pulled me further forward, and stuffed his face in my pussy. It’s the first time he licked me. He didn’t do it for long before he stuffed his fingers in me and started finger-fucking me. I’m okay with that. I like what he does and I don’t need that. I’m not sure he has the patience to eat me properly, anyway.

He finger-fucked me roughly, then got his clothes off and fucked me. It’s slightly awkward to do it on the couch that way, but he made it work for awhile.

When he stopped, I slid my ass off the couch so I was crouching, legs stills spread, and my hands on the couch behind me to hold me up. I sucked him, and he gathered my hair into his hand. I gave him a good go. I usually like to use my hands on his balls and shaft, but in this position, I couldn’t. I was “forced” to try to use my mouth to its greatest advantage. His hand guided me with how fast he wanted, and I tried to take him as deep as he wanted. It was a vulnerable, sexy position, and a real expression of how much I trust him.

I rode him for awhile, and he sucked my nipples and watched my expressions. He commented on how wet I was. He put his hands on my neck while he shoved his cock into me. I wondered what I looked like, closed my eyes and imagined how vulnerable and sexy that looked. (I’m not a fan of how I look, but I need more mirrors! I love how I look when he’s fucking me.)

When he smiles and laughs, he doesn’t look like someone who would want to ravage me. When he’s fucking me, though, he doesn’t smile. He just looks at me like he’s memorizing me.

After I rode him, I got to my knees and started sucking him. He wanted me to take him as deep in my throat as I could. He’s not that long, but he hits my gag reflex and cuts off my air. But I tried. I managed to do it a little bit, too, until I gagged and my eyes watered. But the reaction I got from him when I did it made me want to keep trying. He really liked it. And I liked him telling me what to do. “Go down as far as you can and hold it,” he said, and I did.

He mentioned that I should lie on the bed and he would fuck my mouth, but he finds it hard to stop. One day, I will try that. I got close to wanting to last night, but I didn’t think I was quite ready for it. I’m afraid I will feel too claustrophobic in that position. And if he doesn’t stop when I want him to, I might get pissed. Or it might be the ultimate submissive dream. We’ll see.

He wanted me to get my nipple clamps. So we went into the bedroom. Of course, as I opened the cabinet and bent over to get them, he came up behind me and shoved his cock in me. I also grabbed the leather paddle out of the front panel, where I keep my pain and bondage gear, such as it is. (I actually own very little. The leather paddle, a latex whip, nipple tweezers, and a leather and fur blindfold. Hmm, maybe I need more?)

When he let me up, I helped him put the nipple tweezers on me, and handed him the paddle. The tweezers are light-weight play toys. I put them on, and they smarted a bit, but he couldn’t pull the chain; they came right off.

But he had that paddle in his hand. He told me to hold onto my bed. (It’s a canopy bed, so I could hold onto the upper bar.) I held onto the bar and spread my legs. He hit my ass with the paddle. The first few hits didn’t hurt. I think he was being careful, seeing what it could do and what I could take. I had the blue lights on, but I turned the bedside lamp on, said, “You want to see how red my ass is?” Because, yeah, it started to sting.

I can’t even explain what this was like. I tried to get my mind around it, to understand it, but I’m not sure I can. It hurt. But I endured it, and I liked it, and I wanted to see how much I could take. I held onto the bed, and hung my head, and just felt. It was so intense. I liked it, and I liked that he liked doing it. I didn’t want to cry or to tell him to stop. When he touched my pussy, he said I was so wet he was surprised I wasn’t dripping. If he’d have done it a little longer, I probably would have.

But, he’d been playing with the butt plug off and on, and that’s when I started to leak. Damn it! I was embarrassed. I had to get cleaned up, and my endorphin high went down. I will say that he was great about it, and I am so grateful for that. Some people are extremely disgusted by the matter of bodily functions. On my own, I wouldn’t be bothered. Everything cleans up. But I worry about my partners, and there’s this sense of extreme embarrassment, and will they want to touch me again, and are they all turned off?

When I got cleaned up, I went out to the living room. He was on the couch, and I got on my knees, and brought him back to full erection. I practiced my deep-throating again. Yeah, I was embarrassed, but I didn’t want the evening to be over. It might be weeks before I can see him again, so this night had to be the best that I could make it.

We went back into the bedroom, and I got to be on my back while he fucked me. (I guess his back is better.) I love that position, because the way his cock curves, he hits some good spots inside. But to finish, he took me doggy style again. Hard, fast, deep. He made me moan so loudly. I was still pretty wet, and the wet squishing sounds of sloppy sex could be heard. (He mentioned it later, too.) Figure that he was shoving air into me with his cock… lots of squishy bubbly sounds! See, sex is supposed to be messy and embarrassing. (Although the pussy bubbling thing doesn’t much embarrass me anymore. If you’re shoving air in me, how can that be my fault? It’s just a “side effect.”)

As we were cooling down, he mentioned about the accident. He said it was his fault for playing with the plug. I agreed, but my mind was thinking something else. He said, “Are you saying that it was my fucking fault?” I laughed. Then I told him what I was thinking, that I had an enema and didn’t give it enough time. So we got on this whole enema discussion. He’s had them, he’s given them, and so that’s why it’s not a whole big deal to him. It made me feel so much better.

He said that if the accident had happened to his wife, sex would have been over. I understand why he keeps comparing me to her, but I’m not her. I might have wanted to hide in the bathroom and tell him to go home, but I didn’t want it to be over. I couldn’t let it be over for something so stupid.

Before he left, we cuddled on the couch and watched the end of the porn DVD. He said he doesn’t think a woman should use the word “cunt.” It’s degrading. Besides, he thinks “pussy” is a prettier word anyway. I was going to say that I have read a bunch of things where women have attempted to demystify the word, that it’s just a word, but I thought, “Hell, it’s not like I’m going to use that word anyway.” The other thing he didn’t like in practice is ATM or A2M. I said, “Good, because I really have no desire to do that.” Something been in my ass is not going in my mouth. Whew! He also has no desire to write on me with lipstick. Good! It seems like we have some really compatible tendencies.

He has not yet said, “I want to do that,” where I’ve said, “Absolutely not.”

He also told me a little bit about this other chick. The one he was talking to that threw me into a jealous tizzy a week or so ago. (Which I handled very well, I think.) She’s apparently not a prospect anymore. She jerked him around too much. He met her, they made out, but that was it. (She claimed she was on her period, which may or may not have been true, who knows?) He thought she would have been a hot lay. He even got out of the house one night to meet her, and she didn’t answer his calls while she and a friend went bar-hopping. Ah, yes, she’s a dumbass, because honey, he’s worth it. I can’t say I’m sorry that he told her to fuck off. However, it did cross my mind that he could have spent his wasted time here, balls deep in something of mine instead. I know, I’m very selfish.

He truly didn’t seem to mind if I wanted to fuck Brandon. So, if Brandon liked me, he’s welcome to come back. I’d relish the opportunity to take them both on sometime, but I am not sure that will happen. Some men don’t like other men around their stuff, if you know what I mean. Brandon is one of those men.

It was an interesting day, and a very interesting evening. I look forward to going further and further with D, pushing my limits, trying new things. I really hope I get an opportunity soon!