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Slutspace

I don’t remember exactly how we started, but it seems like as soon as we got upstairs my clothes were off and Garnet’s hands and mouth were against my skin.  I think they started with my breasts, teasing my nipples and the skin just below them until I was moaning and wriggling.  I must have been really wet, because when they slid their fingers into my cunt they slipped in easily without lube.

They fucked me hard and fast, pushing on my g-spot and filling me up.  They bit me.  They bit me on my breast and on the skin over my ribs and across my belly.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot, but their fingers inside me felt so good and I thumped my fists against the pillows and whimpered and it balanced out.  
They moved on to my thighs, biting hard.  Then they bit down on the mound just above my cunt, and it was very nearly more than I could take.  My hips bucked and I may have actually cried out, it was so intense.  They stopped very quickly, just when I could just feel the beginnings of tears gathering my eyes, they stopped and let go.  They kept pushing their fingers into me.
They told me later that I took it really well.  They told me I was a good girl.
At some point they asked me if I’d brought a vibrator, which I hadn’t.  I haven’t been travelling with vibes as much since I started my meds and mostly use the Hitachi.  But I didn’t mind, everything just felt so amazing, being fucked and filled and used like that.
When they flipped me over onto my stomach, with their fingers still inside me, I was gone.  I pretty much lost the ability to think about anything about how good it felt, how right it felt, to be fucked like that.  I was moaning and whimpering and making tiny noises and thrusting myself back onto their fingers, trying to fill myself up as much as I could.  It felt like this was what I was meant for, to have my cunt be stretched and pounded, hard and fast and deliciously full.  I get like that sometimes.  Feeling like all I’m meant for is to be fucked, and it’s perfect, and I never want it to stop.  At some point they bit me again, hard, and all I did was take it.
Slowly, they pushed the thumb of their other hand into my ass.  I could feel them opening me up, my ass opening up to take them.  It was so good, being all opened up and filled like that.
They stopped a little while later.  I let out a soft wail as their fingers pulled out of my cunt, disappointed at being empty.  ”Aww, are you upset that you’re not going to come?” they asked, teasingly.
“I don’t even care I just want more…” I gasped.  ”I just want to be fucked.”  I lay there, still occasionally wiggling my hips, trying to get the sensation back.  ”I’m confused,” I whined.
“Why?” they laughed.
“I don’t understand why my cunt is empty…”
They laughed at me again, and petted and soothed me.  When I’d come back to myself I told them again how good it had all felt.  ”I was pretty deep in slutspace,” I said, giggling.  I hadn’t thought to use that word before, but it’s accurate when I get like that, and I stop thinking and just feel…
I’m looking forward to the next time they take me there.

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