NSFW (mild)
With winter break from school coming to an end as well as the week-after-Christmas that PM took off, we made plans to make the most of our final opportunity for some quality alone time. We had had a busy New Year’s, with time spent on NYE and the following morning and evening with a few friends (all of whom are vaccinated, as is all of our family minus the toddler, so no worries!). PM and I were both feeling the need to recharge and reconnect with one another. That and I was excited to try out the new restraint system on a slightly wary PM.
So having sent all three kids off for the day to their grandparents‘, we enjoyed a leisurely morning of coffee and long showers. I briefly considered putting on something sexy, but when I enter the bedroom right after my shower, PM immediately greets me with a blindfold in his hand, so naked it is.
After blindfolding me, he leads me by the hand into the center of our room. He starts softly with ghosting fingers and lips, and when I lift my hands to caress him in return, he takes my hands and places them firmly down at my sides. He doesn’t give any verbal instruction, but his intent is clear — he wants to be in control for the moment. It isn’t what I had planned for our time together, but with his hands beginning to knead my ass as he nuzzles my jaw and neck, I find I have no will to argue.
I can’t help but lean into his touch, causing me to unsteadily sway in place, so I attempt to plant my feet firmly and not fall over like the slightly clumsy creature I usually am. Soon his touch becomes firmer and starts to take on a hungry, demanding quality, and when he comes to stand behind me, he pulls my hips back against him so that I can feel his burgeoning erection press against my ass. Then he nudges me forward until I feel my belly touch the edge of the mattress, and a gentle hand on my lower back urges me to bend over and let my upper body rest on the bed.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one in control today,” I huff at him, even as I settle in and get comfortable. “If you want to be, you can,” he chuckles, while running a hand up my inner thigh to brush his fingers lightly along my center. I moan quietly and shift my hips, trying to encourage more contact. His lips are on my shoulder and I can feel him smile against me as he adds, “Or you can enjoy yourself now, and it’ll be my turn later.” Well, when he puts it like that… “If you insist,” I reply, unable to suppress the grin on my face. Again he laughs, and I can feel him shift away from me. I hear him pad across the carpet followed by a brief shuffling sound. So I adjust my blindfold and settle in to see where he takes us.
When he returns behind me, he folds himself over my back to kiss my neck and shoulders, and the warm press of his body and the gentle scrape of his beard has me humming in contentment. He backs away, and I feel something small and cool touch my shoulder then make its way across to the other shoulder, before moving down and following my spine. It traces a few light circles over my ass-cheeks and then dips between my cleft and continues to move lower until it brushes my hot center, which makes me gasp at the sensation.
Then I feel his warm fingers again as he massages one of my cheeks before I feel a brief flick of the riding crop where his hand had been. He follows that immediately with a soft caress and a slide of his fingers down between my thighs. He teases my core for just a moment before he turns his attention to my other cheek, following the same pattern — massage, flick, and then teasing fingers. This continues with him alternating sides a few times, and I relax into the rhythm. He doesn't spend too much time with this though, just enough to help me shut my mind off and focus on the sensations.
When he presses his body against mine once more, he slides his hands underneath my torso and rolls my nipples between his fingers. I can't help but moan and press my ass against him. He glides his hands down my sides and cups my bottom one more time before his hand migrates again between my thighs. His fingers caress and tease my sensitive folds. He makes gentle circles on my clit, and I begin to rock my hips to increase the friction. "Please," I beg. "We'll get there," he replies and continues his ministrations. When he's worked me up into almost a frenzy, he finally enters me with his fingers. A few minutes of easy thrusts in and out, and I'm mewing and trying to push back harder on his fingers.
But then something changes. He starts to do something with his fingers that causes an intense sensation, very pleasurable but quite different from the friction of simple thrusts or even a "come hither" curl. I don't know what exactly he's doing, but I immediately feel my belly and thigh muscles begin to tense.
He pulls his fingers away for a moment and urges me up the bed. I flip onto my back, and he quickly brings his mouth to my center, tonguing rough circles as he starts again with whatever magic he was weaving before with his fingers in my core. It's so intense that it's on the pain-pleasure threshold, but I focus on the rising need, and my body becomes taut. When the peak hits, it's like a friggin' freight train, and I'm almost sobbing as my whole body collapses.
When I find myself again, I look up at PM's pleased grin."You okay?" he asks me. I nod and let out a breathy laugh before I ask, "What were you doing with your fingers?! Was that something new?" His grin gets wider as he answers, "Yup."
Quick aside about the riding crop
I got PM the riding crop for his birthday just this past year. I am by no means a masochist (nor is PM a sadist in any way), and in fact, I have made it a life habit to avoid that which I find in any way physically uncomfortable, whether that be a scratchy bra, pinchy shoes, extreme temperatures, and even strenuous exercise. So why get a riding crop? Well, for me it works similarly to the blindfold — it serves to help me focus on the moment and to ground me in my physical body. Instead of getting caught up in my head with all of the many thoughts and worries that I have as a mom of three and as a woman with the aging body of a 41-year-old, I can zero-in on the physical sensations.
We don’t use the crop to cause pain. Ever. PM had originally experimented with a light spank with his hand on my bottom when he would see me getting distracted from whatever he was doing. But I found the hand to be a little too jarring. After a little research, I landed on this beginners’ riding crop that I purchased from AdamandEve.
Some of the reviewers complained that this particular model wasn’t very strong and didn’t hold up to vigorous use, but as I have neither the need nor the desire to be whipped or flogged with any force, it’s proven just right for us. A light flick provides only a tiny localized sting, not even enough for me to categorize it as “pain” — just enough sensation to bring me back into the moment if my mind starts to wander.
(Just so we’re clear, I have no affiliation with the AdamandEve company.)
Now back to my mind-bending orgasm. So PM has picked up a new trick! But don't worry, I will share his inspiration with you in my next post. And trust me when I say that this information is going to blow. your. mind. And YES, I did get a chance to try out the restraints on PM, but I'll get to that funny, sexy story another time.
Until next time, stay kinky 😉
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