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kink and feminism and stuff…formerly known as Absinthe Cocktail.

I was in my nightgown and underpants, lounging in bed with Garnet.  They set aside what they were doing and started teasing me, running their fingers over my breasts and my thighs.  It was maddeningthe light touches over the most sensitive parts of my skincircling in towards my bits.  They drew it out for ages, until I was squirming and whimpering, then grinding against their hand and leg.  ”What a good little bunny!” they laughed as they teased me.  Their light touches were so intense, and hitting the spots that make me twitch and moan until they actually asked if I was okay.

I slipped my nightgown over my head and knelt up for them, and they teased my breasts more.  They trailed their fingers over the underside, making me breathe heavily.  They suckled at my nipples and bit hard on one side.  It was a little hard to take, but it also felt amazing.  They pulled out their little leather squid flogger and began to flog my tits, starting out far away and getting closer and hitting harder with each stroke.  It feltreally exciting and good.  And painful.  Obviously.  They complimented me on how well I was taking it, so of course it got way harder almost immediately.  They set aside the squid and picked up our little leather rug beater.  They hit me once and I immediately collapsed into a squirmy, squealing heap.  They tapped my butt and thighs, laughing as I tried to cover myself.  ”Aww, this is the toy you wanted,” they said.  They smacked me until I begged for them to stop.

This became a pattern.  They teased me and got me all turned on and riled up, then did something painful.  After more teasing, they pulled outa blackhead extractor.  Which, y’know, is not generally a sexy tool.  I laid back and closed my eyes and tried to hold still as they went to work on my chest and thighs with the extractor.  I’ll spare the gorier details, but at one point when I made a noise they said “It’s a good thing I get you all turned on before I do this.”  I agreed.  Turned out, they were completely joking, but I explained that it’s way easier to process  the sensations of them picking at my skin when I’m turned on.  And, when they’re using the extractor on the rest of my body, it’s easier for me to pretend they’re cutting me.

They grinned and slowly drew the tool across the skin over my ribs, and I gasped.  They pulled it over my skin in patterns all over my body, finally drawing a y-incision over my chest and abdomen.  It was impossibly intense, both the sensation and the thought that kept pounding in my head “They’re cutting me, they’re cutting me, they’re cutting me…”  I felt completely like their plaything, just a body.  I was so deep in subspace.  I may have started calling them Master.  They checked in a lot to make sure I was okay, since I was so clearly really out of it.  I managed to assure them I was fine.

When I could move, they had me stand and look in the mirror.  The extractor had left raised marks on me.  It looked like scarification.  It looked and felt completely amazing.

I collapsed back on the bed and they pulled out their toys to assess how we should fuck.  We’d been talking about buttsex all week, but it was really late at night and positioning was going to be tricky with their bad knee acting up.  ”You could still fuck my face…” I suggested, smiling wide.  They put on the Share, and I crouched between their legs and slowly licked up its length.  I slathered chocolate orange flavored lube over their cock and got to work, sucking and licking and bobbing my head.  Teasing with my tongue.  I loved it.  The way it felt, the way it tasted.  And, best of all, the way they reacted.  I ran my tongue around the head and over the frenulum, and they moaned and clutched at the pillows.  I pulled their cock as far into my mouth as it would go, and they told me I was a good girl.  I encouraged them to grab my hair, and soon they were holding my head in place and really fucking my face, purring and moaning and telling me I was a good girl over and over.  I took their cock as deep as I could, and they reached around to feel the bulge in my throat, clearly getting super turned on when they found it.

I wanted to keep going.  I just really, really love sucking their cock.  But eventually, I was forced to admit that my throat was starting to hurt.  They pulled out the Share and pushed the wearer’s end into my mouth so I could suck off their delicious juices.  ”Good girl,” they purred as I licked it clean.

I somehow ended up sitting with my hands in front of me balled into fists, and they pointed out that I was making hooves with my hands.  They stroked my breasts and teased me about being their cow-girl, then they stroked my tits firmly, pulling down as if they were milking me.  It felt delicious and humiliating and lovely.

Then they pulled out the Hitachi and we took turns getting each other off.  I asked if they’d finger-fuck me, and they said they were worried they’d hit my spot and make me squirt and wreck the bed.  I asked if I could hold the Hitachi, and as they pushed their fingers into me, rocking against my gspot, I came and came, squeezing their fingers and actually crying out their name, which I think I’ve only done a handful of times before.  When I was done shaking, they laid back and I slipped my fingers into them.  I pushed my fingers against their insides, and I talked.  I talked about how much I love being their slut, how much I loved the way they fucked my face.  I swirled my fingers inside them and I kept up the dirty talk and soon I could feel them squeeze my fingers tight as they came.  I love making them come.

I’m pretty sure we high-fived before going to sleep.  It was a night of really amazing play and sex.  We just keep getting better at this.

19 Responses to “”

  1.   Anonymous Says:

    I tasted my precum after reading this. It was lovely…

  2.   Artemisia Absinthium Says:

    I probably should've just deleted this, but it's too hilarious.

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