spicedchaicoquette

[spicedchaicoquette]

TPB

As I lay under TPB, I am trying so hard to get in the mood. He is already inside of me. I keep going through different scenarios in my head, trying to find the one that will excite me while he is fucking me. It’s not that I am not attracted to him, but after being together 9 years sometimes you need some excitement. I reach up to feel his muscular arms, it’s my favorite part of his body. I start to rub my clit with my other hand. He can sense I am having trouble. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know?”

I hide most of my sexual desires from him. Sex is not the safest topic with him. We have come so far in our sex life, but unfortunately there is too much baggage and I choose not to let him see that side of me. “Look at me.” He says. “I want you to think about another man touching you.” I try to envision it. I close my eyes.

“He is fucking you while I watch.”

I feel anxious, but I also feel excited.

“His dick inside your pussy, then I come up to you and put my cock in your mouth.”

I start to move my hips with his. I am imagining a stranger inside of me. I rub my clit faster. I stop so I can flip over and he can fuck me from behind. I reach back down and run my fingers up my slit making my clit moist. I start rubbing circular motions over it again.

“Keep talking to me.”

“I want to watch you get fucked for awhile, then I want to fuck you in the ass. While his cock is in your cunt.”

He slides a finger in my ass while he is fucking me. I am still imagining having another cock inside of me. I feel the pressure rising. I rub my clit faster as he pumps in and out in a rhythmic movement. His cock is rock hard.

“Yeah, you like being fucked by someone else?”

I start to cum.

“Cum with me.... please... cum with me.”

He uses his finger tips to lightly trace along my back bone. The waves of pleasure extend longer. He knows I have a sensitive spot on my back that intensifies my orgasm. I feel my pussy tighten around his dick. I am lost in a fantasy of another man. He starts to fuck me harder and I feel his cock start to throb as his warm cum fills me.

TPB and I were together for 10 years, married for 5. When we first got together we had crazy sex. In parks, cars, on pool tables. I didn’t even want to date him when I met him, I just wanted to fuck. It took 6 months for him to convince me to go on an actual date. That one date was all it took, and I stuck around. Unfortunately We had a toilsome marriage. I have never had someone love me the way he did. His family name has a reputation, they love hard, so hard it’s suffocating. Their love is forceful, and intoxicating, but for as much as they love they cause just as much pain and destruction. It’s much like Newton’s third law, for ever action there is an equal and opposite reaction. After many years of emotional abuse, and cheating, and finding out he was bi, we tried so hard to make our marriage work. Therapy. medication (he was diagnosed with impulse control disorder, depression, ADHD, anxiety, and as possibly borderline), more therapy. weed. Fuck I forgave him over and over for things I should have just left him for instead. I felt like I was running out of options. I felt like the only way to try to save my marriage was to have an open relationship. But secretly deep down, I desired it too.

I had outgrown (or at least I thought) my promiscuous college years. I was a mom now, I felt insecure with my body, convinced no one desired me. Even through all our troubles I had stayed faithful to TPB I didn’t even toy with the idea of being with other men. He had never been satisfied with me, and I thought maybe if I gave him the option to freely sleep with other people, I could somehow still get the love I desired from him with out the pressure of feeling like I wasn’t good enough. It took much convincing on his part for me to finally agree. At first I didn’t think I would want to sleep with other people, I would just let him do whatever he wanted, but he wanted me to have “fun” too. We decided we would look for another couple who wanted the same type of things. He and I sat down and came up with a list of rules for each other. 1) always tell the other person what is going on, if the other person is uncomfortable we stop. 2)never meet with someone else unless the other person is aware 3) we will stop all contact with other people if the other person wishes it to be over.... it felt like some weird contract, but this contract helped keep me sane. These rules turned it from chaos into something I could process. He set up a few online accounts posting pictures of us and little bios about how we were a couple looking for another couple. I was so nervous. We started getting replies almost immediately. I was astonished. There was this growing sensation in me that made me feel like I was in college again. I was excited. Everyday I wanted to know who was messaging us, who wanted us, were there people who thought I was attractive? TPB sifted through lots of convos and people until we met K and Z. TPB and K started talking and immediately hit it off. K and her husband Z were new to the swinging life much like us and were also looking to maybe find a couple to meet up with. One day I came home from work and TPB gives me a phone # “this is Z’s #, K and I thought you two should maybe get to know each other and then if we all agree we can meet up. You should text him. “ My head is spinning. What do I say? What if he doesn’t like me? I don’t know how to talk to other men. Fuck it’s been years since I have been with someone else. I send the first text ...

“Hey it’s TPB’s wife, how are you?” Fuck I sound lame.

He texts me back. “Hey good, you?”

Holy fuck ok I can do this ... umm what do I say? I don’t t even know him .... ok um “good so I guess we are supposed to get to know each other haha” ....

“yeah I guess so...”

ok this isn’t going well. I start to get nervous, I already want to back out. I turn to TPB, “I don’t think I can do this. I have no clue what I am doing, wtf do I say to him?”

“Just be yourself, you get so worried about what people think about you. You are such a fun person, and you’re attractive I know he will like you, just talk to him like you would talk to me. Or send him a dirty photo... just don’t over think it.”

.... a dirty photo ? I haven’t sent a dirty photo in ages ... I am starting to panic. I feel sick. I text back “so tell me about yourself” Z gives me a plain description about himself. He is in the military, no kids, likes guns and cars ....and sends me a photo. He is cute. Tall, a little skinny, he is younger than me. He is 22 I am 28. I am so nervous to send a photo back, I am a bigger bodied woman. I know not everyone likes bigger women. But I quickly put on some make up, push my boobs up in my bra and snap a quick photo back to him. I am waiting for a reply .... I don’t hear from him ...... I keep waiting and nothing..... alright he isn’t into me I knew this would happen. At least I tried. So much for that.

I wake up the next morning and see I have a text from Z “😍 😍 sorry I fell asleep, you are Gorgeous.”

I feel invigorated. I am tingling. What am I doing? A common theme in my life. We keep texting all day, talking about random things. I think he is nervous too, he hasn’t even broached the topic of sex at all. I finally get brazen... “what turns you on?” He texts me back and starts telling me his likes and dislikes, nothing out of the ordinary. He asks me the same question. I return with vanilla answers about muscular arms and doggie style sex. I decide it’s time to attempt a nude photo. After many position changes, room changes, angles, hair up, hair down and about 100 photos later I settle on one. All of this is is causing a sensation to build in my thighs. Am I really sending a nude photo to some guy I don’t know? I can’t wait for his reply. It’s been years since I have felt this way. He texts back “you are so sexy, I can’t wait to fuck you.” I run to TPB and tell him everything. I feel like I am doing something wrong, but it feels so right. I feel guilty. I tell him that I sent a nude photo, and that Z thinks I am sexy. “ you are getting excited aren’t you?” Yes, yes I am, but I mask some of my excitement because I don’t want to upset TPB. We used to have many run ins with jealousy. Especially over men. Or maybe just one man in particular. It’s been years since he has been in the picture. But it still makes me nervous to show my feelings. So I decide to not tell him everything. TPB kisses me. I don’t waste any time and push my hand down his pants and start stroking him. We head to the bedroom. He is close behind me and I don’t even get all my clothes off before he is inside of me. I push my ass into him. I match his rhythm and start tilting my hips so I can get him deeper. I grab my vibrator and push it against my clit. I haven’t wanted to fuck this badly in so long. I Push against him harder. His hard cock is tantalizing. Yes, fuck I am already going to cum. I rock against him. Harder. Harder. Harder. My lips start to contract around him. He cums with me. I catch my breath and tell him I think we should all meet. I am ready. He texts K and they start to plan out how and what will happen...

[spicedchaicoquette]

What even happened to Nick?

I met Nick off of Tinder. Our first date we went to a bar downtown. If this sounds like a plain beginning, then it’s a perfect start for for such a plain guy. You might be shocked right now thinking OMG she is using a first name! It’s true, Nick is his real name, but I don’t even know his last name. I actually don’t know much about Nick at all. As quickly and quietly as he came into my life, he left the same exact way.

“How was your date?” My roommate asked.

“It... was?” I replied.

“It was what?”

“It just was?” I laughed as I said it.

“You’re home earlier than I expected.”

“That’s what I was thinking on my way home,” I laughed again, “I tried to hit up Hall on my way home but he said he was busy.”

“Oh it was that bad?”

It wasn’t bad. It just kind of abruptly ended, he didn’t want to walk downtown anymore, so he walked me to my car, we exchanged a weird hug and I went home.

“Idk I wasn’t ready to come home I guess, so I hit up Hall to see if he wanted to hook up, don’t judge me! I guess he wasn’t into me, which is fine I wasn’t exactly super into him.”

“Why?”

Why wasn’t I into him? He was nice, and the conversation was decent. Slightly awkward, but I can’t judge on that aspect. He was just... plain. Maybe it was the thrill of dating and being free that made me text him back when he texted to tell me he had a good time.

“I am surprised to hear from you, I thought maybe you weren’t into me.” I texted him back.

“No I had a great time. I want to see you again. This week? Maybe this time we can meet at my house? 😏”

6 months before this I would have been too timid to meet a guy at his house after only meeting him once, but after acclimating to the dating scene and the world of Tinder I quickly found out this was pretty common. So I agreed.

Our first night of sex.... not memorable. It was, I am going to say it again, kind of plain. We watched a movie, of course made a ton of jokes because I am not a serious person, he felt me up, and it escalated to sex. We would sext each other sometimes and even that was nothing to write home about or in a blog in this case. So what is the point of this story? Our last night of sex and his disappearance. Don’t worry I didn’t kill him, this isn’t that kind of story.

We saw each other off and on for about 3 months, on the last night we had sex something was different. Nick was a bachelor through and through. His very expensive, but very empty apartment made it noticeable so. He didn’t cook. Ever. We had a joke about all the different ways he could eat frozen burritos, because it’s mostly what he survived of off. On the last night I saw him I offered to make dinner for us at his house. He didn’t even own the right pans for me to make dinner in. So I carted all the food and pans and supplies I needed into his apartment, and I didn’t even make it through the door when he started kissing me. Which for Nick was oddly different. Usually he waited until we were half way through our movie. I dropped my bags in the door way and kissed him feverishly back. His spark of playfulness immediately got me excited. We clumsily pushed the bags in the apartment and he slammed the door shut with his foot. His hands started exploring under my shirt as he continued to kiss me, pushing me towards his kitchen island. I took off my shirt and bra with haste as he firmly grabbed my ass and helped me onto the counter. Kissing his way down my neck he made it to my breasts. Spending time to circle his tongue around my erect nipples. Sending sensations down my back into my thighs. This was memorable. This is what I craved. He slid my pants off and planted his face in my pussy. The way he sunk his lips into me reminded me of how someone would dive into a succulent melon. Letting the juices run down his face. His arms engulfed my legs with force to bring me to the edge of the island. As he ravaged my pussy I could feel my climax building. He abruptly stopped, much to my dismay, and awkwardly picked me up. My legs lifted up but I fell backwards and we tumbled onto the floor. We laughed for a good minute until he held his hand out to help me up and we made our way into the bedroom. He pushed me back onto the bed so he could pick up where he left off. I was still giggling from our awkward kitchen moment until he vigorously used his tongue to recapture my attention. He slid his fingers into me while his mouth devoured my clit. The combination of sensation made me cum quickly. As I lay there in unconscious ecstasy his hands gently explored my body, an endearing side I had never seen of Nick. We laid there and joked for a few mins before he turned to me and told me to turn around. I flipped onto my stomach and he put his hands into the crevice of my hourglass waist. Slowly guiding he pulled me back towards him. “This is what you want right? Nice and slow entry so you can feel every inch?” He hissed in my ear. He was right. It’s my favorite moment. The first glide. After he slowly slid his cock into me he pulled back out to tease me. Until he started a rhythm. I followed his lead so I could savor every thrust. He started gaining momentum quickly, bucking behind me. He grabbed my throat and turned my head up towards him. “Fuck you feel so good.” He quickened his pace almost to a point of pain. “I want to cum on your face.” He pulled out and I quickly spun around. My movement wasn’t fast enough and he came on my tits.

After we got cleaned up he jumped in the shower and I cooked him dinner naked. He asked me to stay the night, which I don’t normally do, but in the spur of the moment since it was late and we had split a bottle of wine during dinner, I let down my guard and said yes. We had sex twice more before I left, so I guess it didn’t really count as sleeping. In the morning we exchanged awkward conversation about our plans for the day and the weather. I cleaned up the kitchen packed my pans and extra food and I left. The whole night (and morning) was completely out of our routine and his character at least what I knew of him. The following week we fell back into our plain text conversations with our plain sexting. It wasn’t until about a month after that, that I realized I hadn’t heard from him. What even happened to Nick? I went back and reread our last convo to see if I had accidentally ghosted him. Or maybe he had ghosted me? He was the last to text but our dialogue had been about a TV show and a reply from me wasn’t warranted. I thought about texting him that day but decided that maybe he felt the same since he also hadn’t reached out. Is there a secret blog about what had happened to me? Probably not. I think we used each other to fill a void but it was like an itch you just can’t scratch. It still feels good when you get close but it leaves you desiring more. So wherever you are Nick, I hope you filled your void. And I hope you’re okay.

[spicedchaicoquette]

Keeping right along with my time in college. Amongst my many promiscuous nights with CBass, I had a night that most likely “opened” the door for my open marriage down the road, but obviously I didn’t know it at the time. I partied a lot in college. Booze, drugs, weed. You name it I was down. There was nothing else to do in this po-dunk town I was in and it was everywhere. I had been invited to a house party with one of the friends I had made while in SD. We will call her L. I don’t remember much about the party other than these three things; I wore heels, we drank out of red solo cups (because college), and at the party there was a giant freezer with a deer someone had killed (because SD 🤷‍♀️). That’s it. I don’t remember how we got there, what we were drinking or even if I had a good time. I do remember leaving and walking to her bfs house. We were fucking toasted. My feet were hurting. I took my heels off and started walking in the snow. She did the same. I know as we were walking we were laughing and having a good time, I know this because if you ever drink with me this is likely what is happening 😂, and at one point she stopped because her feet were cold. She leaned on me but it quickly turned into a weird hug. I felt like she was trying to come onto me but I waved that thought out of my head because I was drunk. We arrived at her bfs house and went down into his basement. I decided I needed to shower before I laid down, I don’t remember why I needed to shower but it was decidedly so. Before I got in the shower I noticed L undressing while making out with her bf. I began to undress and started the shower. Now, the next part is slightly fuzzy, but I didn’t end up in the shower at least not until the end of the night. I clearly remember being on his bed and I am eating L out while her bf is fucking me from behind. This is another moment I remember asking myself how in the hell did I get here? Lets rewind slightly, I remember L and I kissing and I am feeling her body. She has soft skin. Her tits are milky and smooth, I am trying to gently caress her body. She is curvy. I want to touch all of her. I don’t really know what to do with my hands. Before this I had been with two other women but not like this. I feel him behind me but I block him out of my mind. I keep focusing on her body. Her hands on my nipples. Her wet tongue in my mouth. I kissed her neck and slid my hands down her body. Do I touch her? I decided to be brave and skimmed my fingers between her legs. She was warm. Wet. I was wet. He was still touching me, I continued to focus on her. She slinked down and sucked on my nipples while he slipped his fingers into my pussy with ease. I wanted to feel L’s wetness again. We moved onto the bed he wanted to fuck me and I wanted to taste her. I remember feeling uncomfortable. I didn’t want to have sex with him. But I wanted to please her. I wanted to be lost in her ecstasy. Her body was tantalizing. I couldn’t get enough of her. He grabbed a condom and snaked inside of me. L was laying on the bed legs spread and I inched my way to her slit. Kissing every part I can find. I slowly licked upwards but stopped and kissed her thighs. I was teasing her. I wanted her to want me. I was nervous. I used my hands to spread her lips and searched for her clit with my tongue. I heard her moan and I could feel that little hard ball protruding against my lips. I focused on it. I could hear her moan. I grabbed her thighs and zeroed in on her. Her wetness was sweet. We stopped to change positions, she laid on her back as he stood at the edge of the bed. I watched him enter her, as I climbed on top. My face was in her cunt and hers in mine. She started licking my clit and I returned the favor eagerly. She stopped. No, I wanted more. I swayed my hips towards her face. She was moaning saying she was going to cum. I began to lick faster, being diligent to swirl around her clit, he continues to fuck her. Her moans started to crescendo. They fade back down again.....

I honestly don’t remember much after that. He must have cum on my tits, because she helped me wash off in the shower after. Then she went to bed with him. I called CBass and had him come pick me up. I didn’t want to stay over. I had so many mixed emotions not unlike many other sexual experiences. I felt violated by him but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. We never talked about it and they broke up shortly after that. Plus not to mention he told half the school about our night, which is half the population of Atown. This was my first threesome, it was definitely not the last.

[spicedchaicoquette]

When you don’t care.

CBass had this way about him, he made you feel like you were the only one in the room. He made you feel like nothing else mattered. I didn’t care about anything when I was with him. I didn’t care about what people thought about me. I didn’t care about school. To be honest I don’t think I would have cared if I would have died. It’s wildly freeing when you don’t really give a shit about anything, but so completely dangerous. Our whole “relationship” was dangerous. It was erected (see what I did there?) with completely unhealthy behavior. Between drugs, lying, cheating, and the fact that I used sex as way for me to feel loved by him, we were building a great future👍. He was my first real love. The love that makes you want to rip your heart out. The love that makes you blind with emotion. I remember actually feeling my heart break when we ended things. You might say that sounds ridiculous, but I will never forget that tight feeling in my chest, that took my breath away and made me sick to my stomach. We only “dated” for a short period in HS but I followed him in college and most of our nights were spent fucking and getting into shenanigans. We kind of had a deal. He always came first and so did I. Meaning even if we had a boyfriend/ girlfriend we would drop them in a heartbeat for the other person. We also made a pact that we would wait to get married and when we were 27 he would find me and we would live out our happily ever after. He did try to find me when we turned 27 but our lives were very different at that point. I was already married and he was in prison, not exactly what we had envisioned as young reckless kids. I dated a lot of his friends and they all knew I was still fucking him. He was my sancho 😂 a nickname he gave himself. We partied... a lot. I was a seemingly “good girl” but I have always had a darker side that needed adventurous thrills to subdue me. One night when CBass and I were at a party, we started making out right in front of my bf BE. No fucks given. BE was scared of CBass. That’s what made me so attracted to him. He was intimidating and cocky. A fuckboy. This had happened a few times, but the night I remember most is the night I fucked CBass while BE was asleep on the floor under us. We had all hung out, doing god knows what, probably smoking weed and cursing Atown, but we all came back to CBass’s apartment and started watching a movie. CBass was on the couch and BE and I were on the floor. BE had been trying to fondle me under the blankets during the movie, but I continually brushed off his advances. I knew BE and I were there for the night, it was too late to go back to the dorms, but I didn’t want to sleep on the floor. I crawled up on the couch and cuddled next to CBass while BE stayed on the floor. BE rarely commented on actions like these. He once said he knew he would never make me choose between the two of them because that was a battle he wasn’t ready to lose.

3/4 through the movie BE is starting to doze off and CBass and I are caressing each other over our clothes. Lightly letting our fingertips trace each other’s bodies. His hand would near my tits and then would gently swoop back down towards my thighs, teasing my skin. Making me wet. I knew BE was right there, but I didn’t care. I never cared about anything but him. CBass became more brazen. He put his hand on the seam of my jeans, edging them down ever slightly. Running his fingers over my tattoo, the one that matched his, with a possessive and playful touch. I turned towards him and I started to kiss him, hard. He put his hand over my mouth as if to keep me from waking BE, who was sleeping right under us. He shoved his other hand into my panties and with one finger started teasing my clit. Using his fingers to spread my lips apart he ran his fingers down my slit. I felt the wetness spread higher as he continued to vigorously massage my swollen sex. He found the sensitive spot on my clit which made my back arch and me moan uncontrollably. He cupped his hand harder against my mouth. I was having a hard time breathing ,but like every other moment with CBass, I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel him. He had big hands, his hand covered half my face with ease. He was a tall guy, lean, tattooed, just my type. As I laid on top of him, I was begging to feel his fingers inside of me. I began grinding against him, trying to show him my thirst. I felt him unbuckle his pants and shimmy them down. I mimicked his actions as he helped me in a zealous manner. As I got my jeans below my waist, I moved my panties to the side and I impatiently pushed his cock inside me. He was pierced. I winced and realized I missed my favorite moment. That first push. When you feel it fill you up. But I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside of me. My mind was racing. In a swooping action He flipped me over and straddled me. Pushing back into me hard and fast. He grabbed my mouth again, the pressure of his arm pushing me into the couch. He was fucking me so hard I was afraid his piercings would tear me. But the desire out weighed my fear and eagerly met his hips his mine. I felt him tense up as he pulled out and came on my stomach. CBass was the first guy I ever had unprotected sex with. I felt like I was giving him something. Some sense of weird virginity. Looking back it was completely misguided bullshit of my self worth, but either way I wouldn’t let any other guy fuck me raw. We both struggled to catch our breath. He quietly tried to get up and step over BE to get me a towel. In the process he trips on BE and wakes him. BE doesn’t see what is happening and asks if I am going to sleep with him on the floor, I tell him I am comfy on the couch and he lets out some incoherent words and rolls over to go back to sleep. I laughed under my breath - did that really just happen? CBass brings me a towel and water and crawls back on to the couch laying behind me. He asks if I came - I lie and tell him I did. I didn’t know any better when I was younger. Even though I didn’t come I was so satisfied with myself. And ashamed. I had a sense of power and so much guilt. The next morning BE and I had sex and I thought about CBass the entire time, but this wasn’t out of the ordinary. The thrill of possibly getting caught was the first kink I realized I had.

[spicedchaicoquette]

I feel him getting harder in my mouth and I know he is close. I press my tongue on the underside of his head. Every time I come back up the shaft I add a little hard suction. I quicken my movements. This makes him spill over the edge. He starts pulsing and his cum fills the back of my throat. I swallow and keep sucking. Grabbing his ass with my hand, rubbing my other hand over his hips and torso. He is expressing his pleasure through a slew of cuss words. I start to slow down. I gently release him out of my mouth and kiss his thighs. As he regains coherent thoughts and words he looks and me and says “fuck mama ..... get on the couch.” I am tingling with excitement. BDG is fucking talented with his tongue. I have never cum they way he makes me cum when he is eating me out. Tonight he is forceful. I am overly eager for what lies ahead. I get even more wet thinking about how I plan to text M every detail of tonight....

If you are reading this, this is definitely NSFW. This is a blog of my real life sexual adventures. Some of these might get cringey and uncomfortable, some are hilarious, and others are just purely just about sex. But all of these are about an incredible journey of finding myself in sex.

Do you ever have moments where you are desperately searching for reason as to why you are where you are? What decisions did I make in my life that led me to this exact point in time? That is exactly what was going through my head as I stood naked in this guy’s bathroom after he caught me snap chatting nude photos to a different guy. He walked in unexpectedly right as I was about to send the snap. “Are you sending dirty photos in my bathroom?” I laughed; it’s what I do when I am nervous or even when I am not. People always tell me they know exactly where I am because they can hear me laughing. “Ummmm yes?” No point in lying, I know I have been caught. Things between us aren’t serious either, so if this is the thing that ends it, then fuck it I guess. My mind is racing; how the fuck did I get here? It’s really hard to say. It could be years of unresolved fucked up childhood trauma (save that for a different blog), or my cataclysmic marriage to an abusive partner (where I found out late in our marriage he was bi and cheating on me with both men and women; we then had an open marriage which ended with him threatening to kill me, but we will come back to that in a later story) or maybe the fact that my parents were way too open about their weird fetish sex life and it caused me to be overtly sexual. When I look back I have always been a pretty sexual being. Causing sexual mischief since I was 15/16. In high school I used to ditch class and give my boyfriend head in the bird sanctuary at Glennwood park while our friends were feet away from us. That should have been a sign that there was always this darker side that needed adventurous thrills to fulfill my sexual desires, but somehow I didn’t see it. And the next thing I know I am standing in silence waiting, for what seems like eternity in this guys apartment, for him to react. For him to say something. That I should leave, that I am a slut..... please just say anything. BDG (all these guys have nicknames and he is known as bad decisions guy to my friends) just stood there for what seemed like forever. Until he finally says, “You may be sending photos to someone else, but you are here with me.” Then he starts kissing me. I am immediately flooded with relief and desire. Fuck that was hot. He stops only for a second and says, “Go to the couch.” I promptly and excitedly prance over to the couch. He tells me to get on my knees with a shy but forceful command. As if he is in somewhat uncharted territory but it’s forceful enough to convince me there might be consequences if I don’t comply. His dick is already out and waiting for me. I part my lips and take him fully in my mouth. He encourages this by thrusting all the way back to my throat, grabbing my head for leverage. I moan when I take him. Somewhat for his pleasure but also because I am enjoying this moment. BDG loves my head and I love giving it to him. In a previous conversation he asked me where I learned to give head. He thought maybe I watched videos in order to perfect my technique, but I replied with a laugh and the thought that maybe I just got lucky. I start using my hands on his balls the way he likes and I cup my fist around his shaft in a movement that is congruent to my mouth, making sure to graze the crown of his head as my mouth sucks on the tip. He moans and starts talking to me. I feel so caught up in the moment I can barely hear what he is saying to me. His hands are tangled in my hair as I feel him use it to push himself deeper into me. I feel myself getting wet. I keep thinking about M, the guy who is forever in my head. He was who I was snapping earlier, and I keeping thinking about how not even 20 hours before this I was on my knees in front of him, but I bring my focus back to BDG. He is telling me I am a dirty slut, “You like daddy’s cock in your mouth?” I moan a yes type answer around his member. “How badly do you want this cum?” I moan again with eagerness. He reaches down and pinches my nipples hard. The pain makes my mouth tighten around him. (1/2)