True Sex Stories: Ball Gags And Shower Sex

The music and my breath echoed in the bathroom. His fingers found my clit and rubbed quick circles into me. He twisted my nipples hard, and I yelped. He pulled them, and me down to my knees.

Last week was fun. The Chef helped me test out my new ball gag and riding crop for reviews. We spent a long time fucking, which was welcome after our weird emotional night last time. At one point he had me on all fours and was fucking my ass. I had the ball gag in. He was pulling my hair hard, and then pulled me back and pressed his lips against my ear.

"Do you like me fucking you like this?" he growled into my ear. His hand wrapped around my neck.

I whimpered "mm-hmm!" into my gag and nodded.

"Good girl. I like having my cock deep in your ass. I like having you as my little bitch."

He didn't usually talk dirty to me, but I looooved it. I like when he's rough with me. I liked being gagged and dominated. I liked the force behind his hands. Endorphins surged though my body as if they spawned where his fingers touched my skin. He fucked me, hard.

When we were done I turned around to face him. He was standing next to the bed. I was kneeling on the bed in front of him. I nuzzled into his chest and he held me gently.

"That was good. You did a good job." He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. He gently undid my ball gag and kissed me.

Yum.

Another favorite part was riding him and kissing him. He ran his nails up and down my body, all over. He scratched me hard, and left red welts up and down my pale flesh.

I fell asleep nestled in his arms.

I saw The Chef a little this past week. It was kind of crazy because he was busy, so he was pretty distracted. Hopefully it will be better next time. Our weekends haven't been lining up schedule-wise, so we've had to see each other at odd hours.

He came home and we watched a little tv. He tickled me on the couch. I kind of like that- he has complete control over me. I like his hands. His roommate got home and he and I went to go take a shower while she cooked dinner.

He shut the door and turned on the radio.

Instantly he had pushed me up against the wall and was kissing me. We made out with fervor- hands firm and fast and intent, exploring and stripping each others' bodies. He kneaded my breasts and kissed and bit my neck. The music and my breath echoed in the bathroom. His fingers found my clit and rubbed quick circles into me. He twisted my nipples hard, and I yelped. He pulled them, and me down to my knees.

I took his cock into my mouth hungrily and sucked him. He cock was hard and thick and I bobbed enthusiastically on him, slurping and sucking. I looked up and him and sucked his balls, one by one, while I stroked him.

After a while he pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over. I grabbed the sink and the wall for leverage and he pushed his cock into me from behind. He bit and pinched and scratched my skin as he fucked me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"Take it, bitch. You're mine. Your body belongs to me."

Fuuuuuuck. :)

That boy knows how to turn me on.

He fucked me long and hard. I held onto the edge of the bathtub and bucked against him, trying hard to be quiet. When he was done, he pulled out and came on my ass.

A hot shower followed, and then snuggling in bed together until we fell asleep.

It was lovely.

I think it will be a while until we see each other again, but that's ok.

I like missing him. 

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