5-22-2015 Fiction

You're My First

I had finally talked her into some playtime. She wasn't new, but it would be her first time with a woman- mine too, in fact, and I nervously tweaked the final touches in the room. I had things strategically placed: a paddle over there on the bookshelf, a blindfold hanging on a hook on the back of the door, some rope dangling over the futon, and a short flogger on the coffee table. Everything was set. I had no idea what she was even into, though, our negotiations had become more fantasy dribble than realistic. I would simply ask for reaffirmation before each new thing, I figured. She knocked at the door and I held my breath as I opened it.

Stunning. She stood there, eyes lowered and face flushed. Her brown hair, soft and buoyant, hid a good portion of her reddening face so I tipped her chin upwards. She closed her eyes and remained silent. I smiled.

"Are you ready?" I asked, stepping aside in the doorway so she could enter. She barely nodded. I could feel the heat of her nervousness and it excited me. I looked her over, spinning her around. "Take off your clothes," I whispered.

I spun her around again once she was naked. Her breasts, framed by her cascading curls, were dotted with goosebumps. Her nipples were hard and beckoned to me so I reached up, cupped one breast and pinched her nipple gently with my other hand then turned her around to face the mirror. Her body tensed up for a second then she relaxed into me, leaning backwards onto me just enough to encourage me further. Watching her reaction in the mirror, I placed my one hand around her throat but didn't squeeze. I leaned into her ear.

"I asked are you ready," I said sternly, "and all I got was a mere nod. Do you think that flies around here?" Her eyes widened and she shook her head 'No'. I grinned at her and started to nibble on her ear a bit. "What's the matter with that tongue of yours?"

"N-Nothing," she replied quickly.

Her voice sounded sweet, innocent. I knew right then I just had to hear how she whimpered and moaned. I left her by the mirror and grabbed the flogger from the coffee table. I showed it off in the mirror. A smile ran across her face and then she hid it. I glided it from her shoulder down her back causing her to shiver. I saw her full breasts jiggle slightly. I gave a quick half-hearted snap of the flogger so that it wrapped around and hit her breast.

"That stung!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, yes it did," I chuckled. I repeated the action on her other breast. Then I started on her ass. I moved fast yet kept the intensity low. She started to move closer to me as I struck causing me to pick up in intensity. I was striking her at a medium now and she loved it. So I stopped.

"Huh?" She muttered as I plopped my toy back onto the coffee table. I looked at her reflection and saw her sweet lips pouting.

I walked over to the bookcase and got the paddle. I wanted to see just how red her little bare behind could get for me. I announced my intentions. I didn't tell her that I had also grabbed the blindfold. I slipped it over her head and paused for a reaction. She didn't say anything.

"Are you still comfortable?" I prodded.

"I have a safeword, I am fine unless you hear it," she said almost in a snotty tone.

"Oh really?" I said and gave her a nice hard crack. She jumped and sucked in her breath, but said nothing. I did it again. I caressed each cheek tenderly then hand spanked her a few times only to give her a vulgar crack when she least expected it.

"More …. Flogging?" She asked.

"You don't care for the paddle?" I asked with one more crack catching her left ass cheek.

"I really liked the flogger," she said sweetly.

I obliged. Besides, I preferred to work with it than the paddle anyhow. I built up quicker than before and started to throw some really strong handed strikes when she bent forward. I wrapped my hand around her left hip and pulled her ass into my body holding her there as I danced the flogger over her upper back. She started to moan and hump my leg. The more she grinded against me, the less powerful my flogging became and I knew I had to switch tactics.

I dropped the flogger on the table nearby and kneeled down. I traced my finger tip across her clit slowly, waiting for a reaction. She gasped and then moved her body closer so that my finger was now at her entry. I plunged my finger in half way, turned my hand slightly, and brushed her clit with my thumb. When she moaned her approval, I began to move my thumb in circular motion. I couldn't get my finger in any further like that so I ordered her to lay down on the futon and spread her legs.

I got in between her legs and petted her bush; she was trimmed yet soft. I parted her pussy with both hands to expose everything to my tongue and rubbed her clit hard with my nose. Then I got started with my tongue, I licked all around the areas I wanted and every time I got closer her body would heave up, trying to force my direction.

"Please?" She started to beg. I darted my tongue out and licked her clit really hard, then I hit it again with a few gentle flicks along each side. I soon stopped and went back to licking elsewhere and just letting my fingers explore her wet hole.

Each time I'd get my finger all the way in, I would twist my wrist fast then exit half way. I started to lap at her clit again, occasionally rubbing it with my nose which seemed to give her an extra thrill. I heard her nails drag across the leather of the futon and her legs suddenly grabbed me and held me between them. I went full force knowing she was close.

Suddenly her vagina closed up no my finger and a warm gush slid down into the palm of my hand. I couldn't move my finger much so I kept licking at her clit.

"Oh my God!" She hollered, "Stop, stop stop! Too sensitive, fuck!"

I didn't want to stop, I wanted to see if she had anymore, but she tore herself away from me and scooted all the way back on the futon. I consoled myself by licking her juices off my finger and hand and winked at her as I got up.

"And you've never been with a girl before?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"Nope," I said sitting down next to her, "You're my first."

5-20-2015 Fiction

The Red Balloon

I watch the red balloon pass from set of hands to set of hands, always keeping track of exactly where it was. The latex was shiny and new and I felt a sense of pride and happiness looking at it. My little red balloon, filled with water. Friends and family had been invited to the table for a feast and spent the time passing around the balloon. I openly warned everyone who came into contact with the balloon to be careful, but soon it became too loud to get a message through and the table had grown so much in size and occupancy that there was no hope in instructions. I had to rely on trust, after all, there were my closest friends and family.

Most of my guests were gentle. At first. The first one to handle it roughly wasn't paying attention, and while not causing any purposeful harm, he had set a precedence. Others who had previously been very respectful in their handlings, started to wan in attention themselves; and once, the balloon was dropped entirely. It didn't break and splatter everywhere. The man who dropped it merely picked it up, swiped a bit of food that had long ago hit the floor off from the balloon's surface, blew on it for good measure, and passed it on as if it were good as new. I gasped, unnoticed by anyone at the table, for I alone realized the balloon had deflated slightly. The red roundness no longer looked as bright, it was dull with the residue of the hands and debris from the floor it had hit a few more times. Each time it was handed to a new person, I feared they too would drop it. I noticed a very small drizzle; the balloon was leaking!

Then finally, my balloon came into your hands. You looked at it then looked up at me. Your eyes told me that you saw the damage. Your eyes! I memorized them as you pushed back in your seat a little and threw my balloon to the floor. I saw the smile in your eyes as the red balloon burst forth hitting nearby people with water and minute bits of latex. I watched in horror as people at the table delighted in this as if it were a fun game. You never took your eyes off me. You watched me. You smiled at me.

I got up to clean the mess. On hands and knees, I blotted the carpet with towels. I gathered up what pieces were left of my red balloon and held the pieces in my hand as it formed into a fist. You watched me. I felt your eyes on my back. Refusing to even look at you, I took my towels into the other room and threw them in the sink. The latex pieces I held onto so tightly, I pried open my chest and put them back where they had come from and acknowledged with a single tear that now I was indeed empty.