Posts Tagged ‘my hard cock’
Because if you’re not thoroughly enjoying having your face pushed into the floor, and a strong man’s hands gripping your hips to lift your cute ass up high and his knees pressing yours apart so that he can open you with his thumbs and lick you till you’re soaked and groaning with need before rising behind you and pushing deep inside you till his belly is slapping against you again and again and again…
If you’re not thoroughly enjoying all of that, sugarplum, why bother doing it at all?
Because grinding leads to…
More grinding, actually. It feels soooo good!
Sigh.
I got into grinding when I was a very young man, when my partners and I were generally too shy to go “all the way.” There’s something very, um, attention getting about being able to give a girl and orgasm while you’re both fully dressed!
Later in life of course it was pretty common to move more quickly… and remove clothes more quickly.
But I’ve never stopped enjoying that feeling of holding someone close in my lap, kissing so passionately our faces practically melt together, my hands on her hips or ass pulling her closer so she can grind against me.
Even after you’ve gotten my pants open, and I’ve gotten your pants or panties off, it still feels heavenly when you grind wetly against me, getting us closer and closer.
And even if neither of us can come that way it’s still one of the nicest, most intimate, and maybe the most reliable kinds of“foreplay” before we begin fucking in earnest.
Point being…
Mmmm, grinding!
This is my kind of breeding talk in the moment of it ❤️
I’ve had a vasectomy but role playing is so much fun isn’t it? Want to pretend Daddy’s fucking a baby deep inside your Little kittycat tummy, thumbtack?
There’s something kinda hot about grinding on someone in your underwear while they’re still in jeans
There’s something just as hot about someone grinding me in their underwear while I’m still in my jeans. Because mmmm, grinding!
Also, mmm, because grinding leads to…
Because an older, experienced gentleman understands that he’s got two hands, two thighs, two lips and a tongue, a voice that rumbles when he whispers filthy nothings, but only one dick…
would love to be sitting in the lap of a guy twice my size while he has one arm firmly around me and the other languidly runs up my shirt as he murmurs in my ear about how im all hes been able to think about all day. and when i try to grind against his dick he forces me to be still and growls against my neck that he didnt say i was allowed to move, that i just need to sit pretty for him right there while he has his fill of me
In such a mood!
Honestly! I’m usually nearly demi-sexual, where I need to be interested in someone before I’m interested in being sexual with them. But… don’t know if it’s the weather (it’s fabulously windy and misty and warm here today) or what but…
But today? Today I’m uncharacteristically In A Mood to Do Things To someone rather than with someone in particular.
That happens to include sweetly but very firmly teasing and toying with someone till she’s a whimpering, needy, pathetic little mess…
…while we get to know each other well enough…
… to do something about it.
Ugh. So embarrassing!
Spanking and hair-pulling might be one of those things we could do about it, but not till we get to know each other better.
Rolling my big, strong fingers across your plump little clit might be another, though not till we get to know each other better.
Pressing you to your knees and pressing your face roughly against my soft denim jeans could be another one of those things, though not till we get to know each other better.
Kissing passionately is not one of those things – that’s a lovely thing to do while we’re getting to know each other better.
But, yeah, allowing you to grind your wet little pussy against my thigh or cock (yeah, it would be hard too because you think I wouldn’t be just as needy?) would have to wait though, wouldn’t it?
Firmly gripping your hips to keep you still would be fine while we got to know each other. In fact it might be required, mightn’t it?
Pushing you onto your back, pressing your legs high and wide with my big, strong hands under your knees and kissing and licking and generally feasting on your wet little pussy would be sooooo lovely, wouldn’t it? Though not till we got to know each other better.
And rolling you onto your hands and knees, grabbing your hips and lifting them high, and slowly entering you and warming you up before fucking you hard enough that my flat, fuzzy belly slapped hard against your pretty upturned ass again and again and again… well… we’d have to know each other pretty well before I could do that, hmm?
Feel like getting to know each other a little better?
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Rub her clit till she’s squirming and eat her up to get her going. Then fingerfuck her till she’s trying to close her legs and you force them right back open so all she can do is buck her hips up and cry.
And then do it again. And then get out your cock. Because it’s just more fun to wait till she’s more than ready for that.
When he says only wake me if it’s an emergency
Don’t know if a Dom would appreciate their Sub taking initiative, let alone waking them up in the middle of the night. But an older, experienced Daddy doesn’t mind waking up for even the smallest emergency, does he, firebug?
Missionary
“Missionary is so boring.”
“Get creative!”
“Missionary is so vanilla.”
Yeah, well, all I can say in response to that is when I’m on my back with my hands tied behind me, when he has one hand around the back of my neck and one hand around my waist, when my feet are hanging off the bed so I can’t get any leverage, when the most active thing I can do is clench around his cock while he is using me hard and extracting every ounce of everything i have just to pleasure himself until he collapses in a satisfied heap, spent but still with energy to kiss me deeply and look into my eyes and tell me that he hopes this was a good reminder that I’m his?
I’ll take that any day.
D/s is a mindset, not a position.
OMG, missionary is sooooo D/S! Never forget that the same Victorians who came up with pretty much all our modern tropes about BDSM are the same ones who cooked up “missionary” sex.
I mean if you’re in the middle of vanilla bed death and only do rear-entry, or only do fellatio and cunnilingus after the Colbert monologue it’s not like you’re suddenly inspired and creative, right? So it’s not the position that’s the problem, right?
Meanwhile the goddamn “missionaries” invented the position specifically for orgasm denial!
Meanwhile what, exactly, could be less dominating than a 220 pound man pinning his 110 or 160 or 180 pound partner under him, his legs keeping her from being able to close her knees, his weight on her body, his cock finding its way inside her and driving her relentlessly into the mattress while she desperately tries to grind her clit up against him for a little contact… while she hears his animal breathing against her neck and shoulders and in his hoarse breath and low curses whispering in her ear as he uses her body like a rag doll?
For instance. 🤷♂️
Just saying that if you’re bored you’re probably boring.
Also, not to put too fine a point on it but do you actually even know what vanilla is?
It’s an orchid! An epiphyte! It’s native to gorgeous tropical islands. There’s an obvious reason why Georgia O’Keefe painted one. Its flavor enhances everything from chocolate to bourbon to bacon to creme brulee! If you use it right it tastes goddamn wonderful!
Again, if you’re bored you might just be boring.