Recently on a blog I was reading about nostalgia sex. My mind drifted like a spinng slot machine and stopped on the following memory.
J and I shared a love of bondage. To turn over your regular sense of control willingly to another. The sense of trust that is built can also bring people closer. PSA – Know the rules!! Have fun -be safe!I know she like being tied up more. Some times she liked to make her point vividly and do some tying. This was usually during makeup sex. The woman could hold a grudge, even after an arguement, hell we both could. I think we both would bottle up a little extra of that anger or hurt and converted it to a sexual energy afterwards. Makeup sex was more interesting; releasing that pain bottled up, gainning pleasure in return.
The fight lasted almost two days. After WIH made dinner, bottle of wine, and flowers talk over dinner, a truce was struck. After dinner we sit on the couch have a toke and listen to music. Just talking about nothing. Her foot dances up my leg towards my crotch, I watch her toes move to the slow beat of the music. I watch it stop and flick over my balls, teasing me. My hands runs up her leg to her knee. I move down towards her legs and kiss my way up her thigh, over her stomach, up her clevage, around her neck, up to her lips. I slowly grind into her, I can feel her lips break our kiss and smile. I rub up and down her crotch so slow. Lost in the moment I don’t notice her reach under the couch and wrap the collar around my neck.
“You know what to do bitch” she hisses in my ear before biting its lobe.
We walk into the bedroom. As she leans back on the foot of the bed, I stand before her and strip. There is no cheesy tease. I watch as pull her slide her panties from under her skirt. Her hand dissappears under the material, she moans. Pulling it back out, bringing it to her nose and sniffing. Each button is done with purpose, not yet willing to cede control so easily.
“I do smell good tonight” I hear in her low lusty voice.
From under the bed she grabs the rest of the leather and tosses them at my feet. I pick up each one and place them one, buckling them. She giggles as fumble with the buckles. I look over, her head tossed back, moaning, her hand rubbing her pussy again, her smell in the air.
She stands up and walks over to me, grabbing my cock with her slick hand. My fights clench at the squeeze of her hand, not trying to be gentle. She yanks me towards the bed. I dutifully climb on the bed, my arms and legs attached to each corner of the bed. She covers my face with her skirt, the smell of her sex gets me high. She grind her pussy in my face, moaning into my leg. She slides off the bed, turns out the light and walks out of the room.
“Damn I pissed her off” races through my mind. After about 20 minutes she comes back into the room. She had gone and shaved her trimmed pussy clean. The taste of nicotine and whiskey on he breath and she moans in my ear “I want you to see it all tonight baby”
She slides her hand over my half hard cock, rubbing it in the pool of precum on my stomach.
“Oh baby, we are going to have fun tonight. Special treats are in store for you” she gently cooes in my ear, lick the outer edge. Her hand slowly tugging on me until I am hard again. She slides down, licking my nipples, kissing them, then the pain of her teeth grabbing hold and slowly twisting, still slowly tugging at me. All of my limbs pull at their restraints. She pulls her hand up and smears me over my other nipple. Slowly licking it off, without preamble, her teeth find their prey. This time she slowly clamps her teeth down, then holding it, pulling on it.
She pulls aways and props my head up with a pillow. Her feet rest on my shoulders, my torso spreading her and with her shave, it is a perfect site, she has a beautiful pussy. Nice lips, those slick wet lips. And the deep color red she turns. Her fingers tease their way back, playing with her lips, dipping in to pull out more of her sex, smearing it around. Her fingers jammed in, wanting to be deeper. Her other hand reaches back to play with her clit, her head rest on my shoulder, my cock tangled in her hair. She rolls off of me, her fingers glued to her pussy, still playing with it, whimpering as she cums on her hand. She rolls neck to me and smears a finger under my nose.
“Told you I smelled good tonight. You want a drink baby? No, didn’t think so” as she saunters out of the room. Turning off the light.
Again after about 20 minutes she comes back in.
She smears another finger under my nose, the smell and feel of her fresh cum.
“I came again without you baby” she taunts making a pouting face.
“And what about this?” as she tugs me hard again. My head gets a little dizzy from the ectasy it feels right now. I feel her climbing on my shoulders, her knees at my ears. I open my eyes and see her fingers sliding up and down her slit. Dried and fresh cum mingle over the thighs. Her smell is giving me that high all over again. My hands tug their captures. Wanting to take this slut and fuck her. Instead I felt the leather bite my skin and her finger dissapear up in her pussy. My cock twitches, and I feel the pool running off my stomach, down my side and onto the bed. She pulls her fingers from her pussy and rubs them all over my nose, taking care to miss my upper lip.
She bends down, rubbing her soaking cunt on my chest and whipsers in my ear “smell what you are missing baby?”
She leans back further, wedging my cock between her ass cheeks, pressing back. It strains against the pressure and sensantion. She squeezes her cheeks against me, rubbing until my precum oozes on her ass.
“mmmm, nice baby, but two fucking days bitch” she says in my ear, at first gentle, but then with the anger that flew eariler. She left the light on this time and my mind gets lost smelling her and looking at our cum covering my body.
I can hear the clink of ice in the glass and then her talking on the phone. Again 20 minutes later she struts back in the room.
She spits an ice cube in her hands and puts in on my balls. The sensation of cold, brings me back to life. And eases the pain my cock and balls feel right now.
She squats over me, one hand bracing herself on my chest, the other grabbing my cock and squeezing as early. Her nails dig into my chest, breaking the skin. I pull in fuetality with my arms, my back arching to meet her nails. She drags them down my chest. As she does I can feel her pussy sink down over my cock. Her tight band gripping around my head, not moving any further. Every so gently bobbing up and down.
Her head dips down to my chest and grabs a nipple with her teeth, again slowly applying pressure, then snapping shut at the same time she slams down into me, hitting her womb. She sits there grinding against. me, squeezing with her velvet lined hole. She spins around to provide me her show as she slowly rises and falls against me. I love to watch her pussy lips stretch when she pulls away from me.
Her hand plays with her clit and her moaning gets louder. She grunts and cries out as she cums, convulsing around me. I can’t take it as she slams down I wash her cunt with me. I hold her ass down and feel as our muscles clamp and expand with earch other.
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