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The con with no good classes…

Usually, in July, Garnet and I go to a con.  In the past, we’ve mostly gone for the classes, and learned lots and lots.  Doll play stuff, sutures, self-aftercare, first aid, and much more.  But this year…there just wasn’t much of anything.

I mean, classes happened, but most of them were either really basic or stuff neither of us was interested in.

And yet we had a really good time.  I kind of feel weird about just spending time hanging out, etc.insteadof LEARNING ALL THE THINGS, but I really had fun.

Because of past issues with me not setting an alarm in time to make it to morning classes (which have been 100% my fault), we got a hotel room for Friday night.  Now, this particular event is at a hotel with an enclosed courtyard, and the courtyard gets used as an outdoor playspace.  And this year, we got a hotel room with a window that faced the courtyard!  We pretty much immediately made plans to fuck up against the window once it was dark out, which sadly ended up not working out because we didn’t want to interrupt the complicated rope scene right outside the window.  But the sex?  The sex was amazing.

They positioned me on the bed on all fours, and I was already so excited.  They popped my new gag into my mouth and fiddled with the strap, which was too loose.  ”Oh, well,” they shrugged, “I can use it as a handle.”  Then they grabbed the strap and twisted, pulling me back.  They were wearing the Share with their gorgeous dark red leather harness, and I was pretty much gone from the moment they thrust into me.  I’ve written before about “slutspace,” which is kind of a silly name, but it accurately describes that feeling of wanting nothing more than to be fucked, when all my thoughts focused entirely on being filled up and used.

Garnet pulled me back onto their cock, sometimes grabbing my hips and at others grabbing the strap on the gag.  I pushed back frantically, wanting nothing more than to be fucked as hard and fast as I could possibly take.  The way they pushed into my cunt, filling me up over and over, withdrawing to tease me and then pushing back in, fucking me so hard that involuntary sounds were forced out of me with every thrust.  It was completely delicious.  Soon, they handed me the Hitachi and I pressed it to my clit.  Now…I’ve written about thisheadspace before, and I’ve experienced it several times, but I don’t think I’ve ever really had an orgasm while in that state.  This time, it seemed like I was ready to come almost immediately.  I asked for permission, of course, and when Garnet said I could the orgasm fizzed through me and I was coming and coming and my toes actually curled and it felt amazing.  Garnet kept fucking me, hard and fast, with myface pushinginto the mattress and tears on my face from the overwhelming force and sensation of everything.  They pushed their boot into my back, which I would have loved to have felt more, but my neck and my stomach had decided I needed to change position.

They allowed me to flip over onto my back, and they took control of the Hitachi.  They grinned at me as they slowly slid the wand over me, still fucking me, playing with how sensitive my clit was.  They pulled the Hitachi down to press right against the head of my clit and I cried out andpantedand tried to pull away (though of course I couldn’t), and then just when I thought I’d break they slid it back up so that the vibration was a little muffled and I could be calm again.  They laughed as I writhed on the bed beneath them, pointing out how little they had to move the wand to switch from pleasure to almost-pain.  Sadly, after a little bit I had to ask them to stop because it felt like I was going to squirt and I didn’t want to do that on the hotel bed or their new leather harness.  A few moments after that they pulled out, and I lay on the bed, blinking, vaguely confused as to why I was no longer being fucked.

Once I had a chance to recover a little, I asked if there was anything I could do for them.  ”How about you give me head?” They asked, “we both always like that with the Share.”  I was extremely happy to comply.

They laidback on the bed and I knelt between their legs, slowly sliding my mouth onto the head of their cock.   I couldn’t take very much at that angle, but I stroked the bottom of their shaft with my hand with I sucked on the head and teased it with my tongue.  It was delightful, sucking and stroking them as they occasionally moaned.  I really wanted to take more  in my mouth, though, so after a little bit I changed position, crouching beside them while facing towards their feet.  At that angle, their cock slid easily down my throat, going deep enough to gag me a little.  I pulled back, then slid down again, feeling them slip deep into my throat until I couldn’t take any more.  They petted me and told me to be careful, and I assured them that I didn’t want to accidentally throw up either.  I took them down my throat a few more times before changing position again.

“I wonder if there’s room in there for the Hitachi?” they said when I paused.

“Probably,” I replied, and as they reached for the vibe I went back to sucking, bobbing my head and pumping my hand as they held the Hitachi.  I slurped and sucked, hard and fast and sloppy, drooling on myself a little, and their breathing started coming faster.  I angled their cock down towards my mouth as best I could, and one last time I tried to take as much as I could.  I gagged, and as my throat contracted they cried out, starting to come.  ”Don’t stop!” they said, and I went back to stroking and sucking and licking, as they cried out my name as they came.  I was having so much fun that it was hard to stop, but we were both pretty worn out.  I hope I get a chance to practice sucking them off again soon…

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