ring ritual

I got a wedding ring in the mail.  When I opened the large bubble envelope, I saw a spider in there.  It was alive, moving around.  I didn't know what to do.

Boyfriend took over for me, extricating the small box, and I started wearing the ring when I was out.  But we hadn't done a ritual around it.

"I want to touch your penis with this ring," I told him.

"That sounds good," he said.

We went to bed.  I raised the ring to his lips, making him kiss it, and I kissed it too, while he played with my tits.

I touched his cock.  "Tell me I'm going to suck it," I said.

"You're going to suck it," he said.

So I did suck it, and it was nice and hard.  "It's been a while," I said.  I liked gagging on it.  I felt greedy for it.

"I'm going to put the ring around my clitoris and then I want you to fuck me and then I want you to ejaculate on it," I said.

That sounded good to him.

He climbed onto me and slid into my cunt so smoothly.  He fucked me, and we were both excited.  I liked imagining the ring there, around my clitoris, and I could feel it there, wanted, as he pumped himself in and out of me.

"You want me to come on the ring, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He pulled out of me and was there between my legs, ejaculating on the ring.  I was happy.

Then I masturbated as he touched my tits.

"Call me your beautiful slut," I requested.

"You're my beautiful slut," he said as I rubbed myself.  My clitoris felt strange surrounded by the ring, and I liked the unusual.

"Again," I said.

"You're my beautiful slut," he said.

"I'm going to come," I said.  My back arched, and I felt the rising and then the crashing as my pussy spasmed and spasmed.

Then we cuddled.  I removed the ring from my cunt and held it in my right hand.  I felt it had been sanctified.  I washed it off and wore it this morning.

I wondered what kind of sign it was that I'd found a spider in the envelope.  Friends told me it was a good sign.

hotel fantasy

"I have a fantasy that for some reason you have to spend a night at a hotel with her," I said, her being the person we talk about the most, in bed.

"How many times do you think you could make her come?" I asked.

"Eight," he said.

I imagine them in the bed with its white sheets, him fucking her all night, licking her pussy, getting her off again and again.  His hands on her tits, her smiles, her moans.  His sweet intentionality and determination.  Trying to make a friend happy, to make her feel good.

A good night.

tent fantasy

My first boyfriend cheated on me, he confessed, touching the breasts of another girl in a tent during a summer he spent away from me.

That was many years ago, but the incident holds a charge.  I asked anarchist boyfriend to tell me the story, and he did.  I liked it so much that a few days later, I asked to hear it again.

"I'm in a tent," he said.  "And a girl comes into the tent.  I'm thinking of you."

"Why are you thinking of me?" I asked.

"Because I love you," he said.

"But you're about to have sex with someone else," I said.

"Well, you'll never know," he said.  "She takes off her shirt, and I touch her tits.  They're small.  I can hold her tits in my hand."

He grabbed one of my tits as he said it.  I was lying beside him in bed, masturbating as I listened to his sacred story.

I imagined her wearing a peach-colored sweater like one I had when I was a teenager.  I imagined anarchist boyfriend looking at her lasciviously.  Her youth and innocence.

"I touch her tits for a long time," he said.  "I swirl my fingers around her nipples like this.  She really likes it.  Then she notices my erection in my pants and wants to suck it.  So I take off my pants, and she takes of her clothes, and she sucks my cock."

I imagine his big cock in her mouth.  She looks up at him as she blows him.

"She says she wants me to fuck her," he said.

"No, I don't think she's capable of communicating that," I said.  I imagined myself at that age.

"Okay, I want to fuck her.  So I spread her cunt lips and slip myself inside of her," he said.

"But you need to wear a condom," I said.

"But I have a vasectomy," he said.

"But you're a teenager too," I said.  "You don't have a vasectomy yet."

"Okay, I put a condom on my cock.  I begin to fuck her.  I do it deeply.  But she doesn't want me to come in her.  She's afraid of getting pregnant."

I was thrilled by the detail.  He was touching my tits as he told the story, and I started to touch his hard dick as I rubbed myself.  I remember being so afraid of getting pregnant.

"So I'm pumping myself in and out of her pussy.  It feels so good.  And I pull out as I'm about to come.  I take the condom off and ejaculate all over her little tits."

I imagined his wad glistening on her titties.  "What happens then?" I asked.

"Then she puts her clothes on and leaves.  We don't cuddle.  We don't love each other," he said.

I can picture it all so clearly.  I would like better if he talked about her small body, her cunt being little and tight, her long and curly light brown hair, the sound he makes as he comes.

Oh, I forgot the second time he told me the story, he said that after he came, he touched her cunt.  He liked his fingers inside of her.  She came on his hand.  She came hard.

I would like it better if he told me what sound she made as she came, her body moving against his hand as he rubbed her, her body bucking as she orgasmed.

I imagine them in the tent in the forest, surrounded by tall trees, cold in the night.  There's something so compelling about the story.  I want to hear it more.

make me struggle, threaten me

1.  I asked him to hold my head down on his cock as I blew him.  I said that when I seemed like I was about to take a break from sucking his cock, he should push me down harder.  He should tell me not to stop.  I told him I wanted him to make me struggle.

So I sucked his cock, and when I tried to move away, he pushed my head down harder onto him.

My cunt ached with desire.  "Don't stop," he said.

I wanted to tell him, "Yes, master."  I had never wanted to tell anyone that before.


2.  We were in bed making out.  I asked him to threaten me.  He immediately began threatening me as if we were on the same wavelength, or as if he had been wanting to threaten me for a long time.  That turned me on a lot.  I felt so close to him.

"Suck my cock or I'm going to hit you," he said.  "Like that?"

"Yes," I said.  "That's prefect."

"Let me have your pussy or I'll hit you," he said.

I was scared to tell him what I was about to tell him and paused.  "I most want you to threaten to rape me," I said.

"Let  me have your pussy or I'll take it from you," he said.  "Give it to me or I'll make you."

"Suck my cock or I'm going to rape your mouth," he added.  No one had ever said anything like that to me before, and I was thrilled.  It felt wrong and wonderful.

"Give it to me or I'll rape you," he said.  I gave it to him.

the good news: I want you to hurt me

I got some really good news.  We'd driven home, and the news was waiting for me after the six hour drive.  During the drive, we'd talked about how we wanted to have sex with one another.  While visiting family for Christmas, we didn't have enough privacy, and our sex suffered.

So at home we got the really good news, and I texted and emailed some friends about it.  Then we went to bed.  It was and is very cold in the apartment.  I kept my shirt on and moved his hand to my left nipple outside my clothes.  It felt so good, and I was more aroused than I'd been in a week.

He touched my other nipple too, outside my clothes, and I moaned again and again.  "I'm so horny," I said.  "I'm horny for specifically you."

"I'm horny for you," he said.

"I want you to hold my shoulders as you fuck me from behind," I said.  "I want you to hurt me."  I paused.  "Tell me you want to hurt me."

"I want to hurt you," he said.

"Tell me you want to pound my pussy," I said.

"I want to pound your pussy," he said.

"I want you to use me for my hole," I said.  "Tell me you want to use me for my hole."

"I want to use you for your hole," he said.  I lifted my shirt and moved his hands to my bare tits, which made me moan again, the reality of his hands on my skin.  We kissed.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"I want to push myself into you and come inside you," he said.

"I want to have your baby," I said.

"I want you to have my baby," he said.

"Tell me you want a blow job," I said.

"I want a blow job," he said.

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"I want you to lick my cock," he said.

I thought I could do that.  So we took off our clothes, and under the covers, I started licking his cock.  I licked the underside over and over as he caressed my hair.  I used my tongue to rub the place where the head of his cock connects to the shaft.  "That feels good," he said.  I licked the top part over and over.

"Do you like that?" I asked.  He touched my tits again.

"That feels so good," he said.

I dove under the covers again and licked him more.  Then I took him into my mouth.  He pushed my head down on his cock hard.  I gagged and let him do it to me.

I felt the head of his cock hit the opening of my throat again and again.  It hurt and I liked it.

I surfaced again, and he touched my tits again.  "Tell me not to stop," I said.

"Don't stop," he said, and I sucked at him more enthusiastically.  I paused.  "Don't stop," he said.

"Do you want me to turn over?" I asked, surfacing again.

"Yes," he said.

I turned on my side, my back to him.  We were lying under the covers still.  I positioned him at the opening of my super wet cunt.

He slid right in, and I felt loved and validated.  He held onto my shoulders and pushed me down on his cock.  He hurt me as his hands dug into my shoulders.  I loved the pain as he thrust and thrust himself into me.

"Is that the pussy you want?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

He pumped himself in and out of me, and I was getting exactly the fuck I needed.

"I'm going to come," he said.  He fucked me slower, and then I felt some come flow through his cock deep into me.

He paused, and then he fucked me deeper.  He paused once more, and then his cock spasmed again and again.  I felt the come flow through his cock and into me, an amount that alarmed me as if he were peeing.

"Oh god," he said.  His fingers dug into my flesh as he shot his load into my pussy.

We stayed like that for a little while.  "Is that what you needed?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"Yes," he said.  The purple christmas lights by my bedside glowed on us.

He held me in his arms, touching my nipples quickly as I rubbed my clitoris quickly.  It felt amazingly good, and I was so happy.

"Touch my cunt," I said.  He rubbed my clitoris from side to side.  "I'm going to come," I said.

I felt the feelings grow inside me.  I stopped touching my nipples and grabbed him, holding him tightly, as he made me come.

I struggled against him and made grunting sounds as the feelings coursed through me and I came.  I was so deeply with him.  We were so together.

something I like

I like when he beats off and then says, "Swallow my come."  I wrap my mouth around his cock and feel it spasm hard in my mouth over and over again.  I swallow every drop.

in which he fucks my titties

We were having sex.  I liked rubbing my tits on his face.  I said he should get some olive oil in a little dish and put some on my nipples.

He went to the kitchen and got some olive oil in a little dish.  He delicately dabbed some on my left nipple and rubbed his finger around and around.  He was almost in a trance.  It seemed like he would go on doing it forever.

I asked him to move on to my right nipple.  I was excited.  He treated my right nipple the same as my left.  It felt good.  The oil felt warm.

He put the little dish down and touched both of my nipples with the oil at the same time.  I moaned for it.  I was lying back on the bed, and he was kneeling there with his erection near my face.

"Can I put some oil on your cock?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

I got a little oil on my hand, and I put it on his stiff cock.  Again the oil felt warm.  "Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, almost gasping.  His cock felt so smooth in my hand.

"Do you want me to put some between my tits and you can fuck me that way?" I asked.

He thought it was a good idea, and he spread some oil on my chest.  He climbed onto me and fucked my titties.  I held them together for him.

The oil smelled good.  Holding onto my own big tits felt good.  His smooth cock gliding so close to my face felt good.  I liked the slippery feeling.

I asked him if he wanted me to suck it, and he said yes.  He fucked my mouth for a few seconds.  Then he went back to fucking my titties.  I looked up at his face.  His eyes were closed, and he did the thing with his mouth that he does when he's about to come.

He was breathing hard and stopped.  I felt his cock spasming on my chest.  He made a sound, and the hot come was on my neck.

My cunt was aching for him as his cock spurted more and more come.  I was surprised because he had come while fucking me just that morning.

He looked down at me adoringly.  "Does it look pretty?" I asked.  He said yes.