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

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on June 9, 2015 by

It was late at night, and Garnet and I were snuggled up in bed.  They were spooning me and running their hands over my skin, petting and stroking.  Their hands slowly trailed their way between my legs, and they petted and teased me there.  They positioned my leg so that they’d have easier access, and they pulled my undies aside.  They ran their fingers over me, tracing around my opening, teasing my clit, dipping them just barely inside me.  I was making little noises and rocking my hips, wanting more and more stimulation.  When they’d teased me a bit more, they pulled up the Hitachi, flipped it on and pressed it against me.  I was gasping and whimpering, humping the wand.  I got close to coming very quickly.  ”May I please come, Sir?”

“Mmmayybe,” they drew the word out, like they were considering.  I whimpered, trying to stay right on that edge.  After a few moments they said “now,” right in my ear.

For just a second I was terrified I’d misheard.  ”Was that a ‘no’ or a ‘now,’ Sir?”

“Now, come now,” they said.  My confusion had pulled me back from the edge a little, but I got back there quickly.  Soon, I was frantically pushing my hips forward, riding the wand, feeling the orgasm building all through my lower body.  When I came, gasping, with yummy shivery feelings all through my legs, the orgasm pushed my hips forward more, rocking against the head of the wand so I kept coming.  Garnet was holding me tight against them from behind, and as I kept coming they flipped the vibrator up to high, keeping it pressed against me.  I kept coming.  Shaking against them, my leg kicking out, frantically humping the Hitachi.  I felt like a desperate little animal, rocking and shaking and coming and coming until they flipped the wand off and I was all orgasm-ed out.  ”Was that all one long orgasm?” they asked.  I said that there was definitely a break at one point, so I thought it was probably two or three, but either way it had felt like I was coming for a very long time.

In the morning, Garnet pulled me close so I was snuggled up behind them.  They wiggled their ass against me.  Ilaidthere silently, wondering if something were going to happen.  I remembered that they’d said they’d wanted me to fuck them with a strap-on a while back, and I started imagining that.  Nothing happened.

A while later, when we were hanging out checking various things on our phones, Garnet asked me “Why do you almost never initiate sex with me?  Because I wasn’t exactly being subtle before?”

I talked my way through my reasons (most of which were pretty dumb), and they said that it wasn’t just me, and we basically established that I am total garbage when it comes to initiating fucking them.  I am going to work on it.  I asked what they would like, and they said they wanted to try their new toy (a G-Force I had procured for them).

I started with their tits, giggling as I unzipped their new bra (it has a zipper!  In the front!) and sucking one of their nipples into my mouth.  I nibbled and played with their nipples, kissed my way down their body, nuzzled and kissed at their thighs.  The way I’m describing this makes me sound a lotmore slickthan I really was, I’m pretty sure I washella awkward, but they responded like it at least felt good.

When I nuzzled my way between their legs, they pushed their bits into my mouth and grabbed my hair.  They held my head, pulling my hair and fucking my face as I licked and sucked at them.  ”There’s more than just my clit down there,” they growled at one point, and I tried to do better, to broaden the strokes of my tongue, to push inside them, to suck and nibble their labia.  They were so delicious and I wanted to please them so badly.  The dildo found its way into my hand and I slid it slowly inside them.  ”Angle it up!”  they ordered, and I levered the handle down, thrusting into them harder and faster.

They pushed my face away and grabbed the Hitachi as I kept fucking them.  At one point when I slowed my thrusts they looked at me and said “C’mon, fuck me, bitch!” and I redoubled my efforts, thrilling that they were calling me that, ordering me to fuck them just the way they liked.  When I needed to speed up more, they said it again, “Come ON, bitch, don’t you want to make me come?”  I wanted that more than anythinginthat moment, and I thrust harder and faster.  As they started to come they pushed the Hitachi away and pulled my mouth back to their bits, holding me by the hair, and I was nearly sobbing as I lapped at their clit and kept thrusting as hard and as fast as I could, feeling like this had to be what I was made for.

They pushed me away when they were done.  ”Are you okay?” they asked.  It must have been clear Iwas near tears.  I nodded and assured them that I was fine, just having a lot of feels.  ”Then why isn’t your mouth on that?”  I got confused and doveback towards their bits, but they kicked me away.  ”Not that,” they said scornfully, and I figured it out and began to lick their juices off of the dildo.  I slid it into my mouth and down my throat, tasting their salty ocean flavor, their juices thick and creamy on my tongue.  ”Good girl,” they said as Ideepthroated the dildo.  And I was filled up with happiness.

It was a really great morning.

 

Shower stuff

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on December 31, 2014 by

One of my favorite things is attending to Garnet while they bathe.

So when they asked if I wanted to help them in the shower, even though I’d just taken a bath, like, the night before, I was pretty eager to help.  I stripped and hopped into the shower behind them, my hair tied back to keep it from getting too wet.

I shampooed their hair, trying to make it as pleasant and relaxing as possible.  Then I pulled on the scrubby gloves and lathered up with the tea tree oil soap they like.  (Seriously, those scrubby shower gloves are, like, my favorite thing ever.)  I feel like I write a lot about body service type stuff, but without really articulating what it’s like/why I’m so into it.  The scrubby gloves in particular really emphasize it for me–it’s super intimate.  I love Garnet’s body, which is delicious and curvy, and I love the way their skin feels and smells, and obviously I love touching them.  But I especially enjoy doing things like that to give them a feeling of luxury, to make them feel good.  To take care of them.

I feel like I’m really terrible at articulating this, but it just pushes all my submissive and service buttons.

I was crouched by their feet, running my soapy gloved hands over their calves and feet when they indicated that I should give their bits some attention with my mouth.  I was very happy to do so.  I pressed my mouth to them, licking and sucking at them, feeling like I was being such a good girl.  They twined their hand in my hair, pressing me closer, while I sucked at their clit and they pushed and ground against my mouth, basically fucking my face.  They asked me to finger them, so I pulled off one of the gloves and slipped two fingers inside, pressing against that firm, textured spot inside them.  The sound of their breath and the occasional moanabove me encouraged me, and I was getting really into a submissive headspace, moaning and whimpering against them while I licked and sucked at their delicious bits.  (At one point I got so into what I was doing with my mouth that I completely forgot to do anything with the fingers inside them, and they smacked me in the arm and admonished me to move my hand, so I was maybe not a very good girl.)  After a little while they pulled away.

I started to stand and they pushed me back down to a kneeling position.  ”I didn’t say you could get up,” they scolded, and I apologized.  After a moment’s pause, they angled their hips a bit and began to piss, the hot liquid pouring over my tits for a second before they grabbed my hair and pushed my face back against their bits.  I lapped at them eagerly, drinking everything down until they pushed me away.

I was practically dizzy withheadspacey feelings after that, and it took me a second to respond when they asked if I needed to get under the shower spray to get clean.  ”Yes, please,” I said, and they pulled me to my feet and wrapped their arms around me while I stood for a minute until I was rinsed off.

It was all a really delicious experience.