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Click hereI could go on forever this way, sucking softly on her engorged nipples, licking her sternum, kissing her lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue as we meld our minds and bodies in the bonds of love.
But I mustn't.
For as much as I'd like to imagine satisfying Samantha with my skill alone, she insists on taking over once we reach this point. My job is to keep my body rigid and my penis hard. She'll take her delight in maneuvering her devil's doorbell to wherever it rings the loudest, for as long as it takes to be answered, and I'm not permitted to mess her up. By tensing myself isometrically, strenuously enough to turn myself into a human vibrator, I can make it better for her, but that's about it.
Above all I mustn't go soft and when she comes, I'm expected to come along.
I'll confess. Fantasies and memories are a godsend here. If I have a good one I can move it in and out of my consciousness, modulate my arousal, keep myself painfully stiff for as long as necessary. With care I can hold myself on the edge, ready to come at a moment's notice.
Samantha squirms, undulating sensuously - I have to react fast to stay in control when she starts that. She bumps and grinds like Elvis at 78 rpm, fueling her arousal, pleasuring herself on my body, She's panting faster and faster. I sense her back bending away from the bed, pressing me upward, forcing our bodies tightly together. Her love-canal squeezes my engorged manhood as hard as I can bear. Now I'm certain she's passing the point of no return.
Lickety-split I bring Tuesday to the fore. The memory, as vivid as the evening it happened, commingles with the reality of Samantha's body churning around my hypersensitized pleasure-shaft, blasting me over the edge.
SNAP... SNAP... SNAP...
Ahhhrgggg, AHHHHH, AHHHHHRGGG...
Yes, YES, YES...
We explode in orgasm.
SNAP... SNAP.
My body shudders violently as the last two strokes fall, reinforcing my orgasm fivefold. My bodily essence rushes into Samantha, jetting deep inside her, showering her uterus, filling her up with my seed. We collapse in exhaustion, still coupled. My erection gradually softens as we nuzzle each other in mutual bliss.
"I know exactly what you were thinking about." Samantha smiles sweetly.
"And it's just the way I want it. I love you."
"I guess you know all my secrets. I love you too!"
We drift off to sleep, both of us dreaming of the wild skirmish we've started inside Samantha's womb. I love her so much - I'll do anything for her!
- COMMENTS
bondanonabout 2 years agoAuthorAwwww, yes, she is a bitch, but I love her! BTW, the board is considering starting up wife/girlfriend punishment night. Samantha thinks it's necessary, in the spirit of inclusion😜
True enough, there are moments when I long for Vanya!
Anonymousabout 2 years agoShe’s a bitch. Go home with a Vanya and get some good aftercare. Probably not a wife/girlfriend punishment night in this PC club, but if there were, she’d regret the hell out of this night.
bondanonalmost 4 years agoAuthorFair enough! First I’d like to thank all of you for posting non-anonymously - it’s frustrating when comments, favorable or otherwise, are anonymous. I like to be able to engage, here, in the forum, or by dm, and it gives me an opportunity to look at stories you’ve written, or stories you’ve liked, maybe find some I enjoy myself, and get some fresh ideas.
And indeed, thanks for posting comments at all! I appreciate your reading to the end and taking the trouble to give feedback!
ShadowRosie, I’m sorry I made you feel sick. Clearly this particular shoe didn’t fit well (or for you, greenman440) but there are many sizes and styles on Lit and elsewhere, even among my own stories. I can tell from the quantity of your favorites that you have found some, and over time I’ll peruse them to better understand what you and others might enjoy more.
One of the real benefits of playing in a club (versus at-home) is that others are watching. I hope I made it clear that the victim (myself) was fully prepared for what was going to happen, and I could have safed-out had I felt like I had to - the severity was no accident, in spite of what Samantha said when she gave me my aftercare. Further, while Samantha was not watching during my punishment, I hinted that she was aware of my progress, and trusted Kalisha, who was watching, to terminate it if appropriate. I fully agree, BDSM ‘fun’ machines must be used with great care. BTW, I am a bit of a pain slut myself, so this didn’t really strike me as all that extreme.
As for the PC, a couple of things. First, greenman440, thank you for being gentle. I put this story up with some trepidation, wondering if I’d be seriously flamed (it’s still early!). But I was writing from the heart - these things do matter to me, and I also write with some awareness - a member of my family (not my wife!) is a member of the board of a BDSM society, and they do have to deal with these issues a lot. I think all my stories have a little bit of PC in them, but perhaps not so in-your-face.
I alluded to SSC in the intro, but I personally prefer RACK (Risk-Aware Consensual Kink). I chose SSC because I was afraid that RACK might put some readers off - maybe that was a mistake! But anything I (or anyone else) does carries some risk, and the best way to deal with it is to be prepared, going in with as good an estimate of the fun/risk ratio as possible, taking into account the risks for everyone involved.. And that gets to consent… which is incredibly squishy and difficult to pin down - until it isn’t. That matters. In this story I think consent was fully presented - in some of my others it’s more problematic, but in real life, in my view, consent is absolutely paramount, if not always easy to assess.
ShadowRosiealmost 4 years agoThis almost made me sick. It brought out the biggest thought of sickness ever by showing what could happen if the person were accidentally allowed to get beat up so badly due to overtime on a BDSM 'fun' machine. And yes, it can happen. I've seen it.
