He Was In Charge Of The Fucking; It Was His Pace, His Depth

When does good sex start? For me it starts with dialogue, and with the invigoration of my mind. James and I talk, and we bounce ideas and thoughts off each other. The energy re­leased from that becomes the catalyst for our sex. Sexualis­ing that energy is exciting: it sears my cunt and allows my lust to flow.

Foreplay started today with a delicious brunch at a old haunt, and a bit of impromptu flashing and cellphone photography for our Scavenger Hunt. (Which will be appearing on this blog next week!) As we walked back to the car his hand found my hair and he pushed my mouth to his. His hungry kisses made the mid-morning hustle disappear. I breathed in the kiss and delighted in the scratchiness of his beard. He kissed me again a few steps later, but this time he grabbed my throat instead of my hair. I was vaguely aware of another couple walking past, and I grinned as I wondered what they were thinking.

He asked me what type of scene I wanted. One of the things I appreciate about our relationship is that kink is not the priority: kink is just something that happens. When James asks me these kinds of questions I have been learning to shut up my inner voice about what I ‘should' want, and just answer with whatever comes out. Today it was sexual: I was in the mood for a really sexual scene.

So it was not a surprise when we found our way to the Black Room. After we'd stripped naked he had me indulge him with a bit of body worship. I like doing that. It narrows my focus, and I take in the details of his body and appreciate them individually with my lips, tongue, hands and hair.

It had been a cool morning and my hands were still somewhat chilled, so to warm them up he got me to slap my cunt twice with each hand. Then he entertained himself further by putting the Fairy Wand between my thighs, so that as I roamed over his body it varied its pressure and vibration against my clit, labia and mons. His hand eventually snaked into my hair to direct my ministrations. He moved my face all over his body, and then up to his lips for a hard kiss which smothered my shriek as his other hand reached down to squeeze my nipple.

It was a treat when he moved my head down to his cock. I bobbed my mouth up and down, first between my lips and then deeper into my mouth until I could feel him pressing his cock against the back of my throat. I love it when he uses my body just how he likes.

It had been different from our normal progression: he hadn't tortured me, he hadn't incited me with his sadistic desires. But his cock was still hard and ready and he wanted to fuck me – and I was all good with that! From when he first entered me he was in charge of how the fucking would go; it was his pace, his depth. He moved my legs so that he could pull me onto him and fuck me deep, his phallus driving directly onto my cervix. It hurt and it felt good. His hands ranged over my body, finding my muscles, bones and flesh; grabbing, scratching and feeling all of me. I writhed under his touch, lost in pleasure and intensity.

He continued to grab me by my hair and my throat which pushed me further into fuck-toy space. I dropped my head onto his shoulder and lifted my hips slightly higher, and we both groaned in pleasure as I moved shallowly up and down. His cock enjoyed the tightness of my vaginal entrance while I felt my g-spot being pressed again and again as he kept re-entering me.

When it's feeling that good ya' just gotta keep going. It wasn't long before my thigh muscles were trembling but I could hear James's breathing change and knew that his orgasm wasn't far away. I willed my body past the edge of my comfort zone and he came and came and came. I only stopped when he slowed my hips to a standstill.

We laid there for a bit. I could have happily stopped right then, but as I lay there there was still a throb in my cunt. I was well-fucked, but yet I was aching. "Would you mind if I…?" He passed me the Fairy Wand.

Sometimes my body surprises me. I thought that I'd come immediately, or at least quickly, but I didn't. As I ramped it up he was distracted from his own post-orgasmic bliss and his hand found my nipple. That bit of encouragement made me come hard – and then the D/s dynamic kicked in. "Hold it there," he said, "hold it on there until your orgasm is finished." This pushed out my orgasm way past what I would normally do to myself and I howled at the intensity. I begged to take it off, but I held it there with my clit on overload until he said I could.

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