Side Note: The following erotica was written by one of our beloved customers! and with their consent, we are immensely pleased to share their kinky adventure on our blog. Do note that the names and a few details have been altered to provide them with the utmost confidentiality. Thank you once again for trusting Hedonist with your pleasure, Timothy Granger😉.
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Hi! I'm Tim, and let me tell you about the incredible love story that is Lisa and me. We began our journey as high school sweethearts, and our bond has grown stronger over the course of nearly two decades. Recently, we’ve become “empty nesters”, which has spurred us to embark on a journey to infuse some excitement into our marriage, where our escapades have taken a decidedly less conventional turn. With determination and passion, I decided it was time to elevate our connection to a new level.
Lisa, my beloved, has always had a certain reserved charm about her. She would either enthusiastically join me in my pursuits or firmly decline when her heart wasn't in it. Exploring our desires has been thrilling, and I couldn't wait to see where this new chapter would lead us. After extensive online research, numerous heartfelt conversations, and careful deliberation, we thought one of the best ways to start our sensual exploration was to acquire a card game from the Hedonist that promised to deepen connections and lubricate some naughty conversation - which we thought was witty! Little did we know that it would pave the way for one of the most unforgettable days of my life. Allow me to share the story of what unfolded.
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A few weeks before our fifteenth wedding anniversary, Lisa and I were on what we called a “lazy date”. It was essentially just her and I relaxing in our bedroom, cuddling up with wine to loosen us up, a charcuterie board to munch on, and conversing about everything. That night, we decided to flip through one of the sexy card games we had recently purchased. It was a collection of cheeky ‘truth or dare’ prompts, but we were too tired from our busy day to be “adventurous”, so we decided to only play with the ‘truth’ cards. Each question on the cards had us revisit memories, and it was fascinating to know kinky details about my wife that I was unaware of.
A particular card that really piqued my interest was the one that asked, "What is your wildest sex fantasy?". Lisa's swift response caught me by surprise. Her desire was to be sensually involved with a hot teacher or lecturer while dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, and honestly, that left me quite captivated. Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't resist asking her to elaborate on her fantasy. That conversation certainly left an unexpectedly sensual allure, stirring my own desires. It was a thrilling and enticing exchange, one I wouldn't have objected to exploring further.
As the week unfolded, Lisa's sweet words lingered in my thoughts like a captivating melody, and her enchanting image from that fantasy occupied my mind. Considering we had both been into small-scale acting back in the day and had engaged in role-play once or twice, my mind graphically conjured what it would be like to have her act as a naughty schoolgirl and me be her raunchy teacher. Soon, it became clear to me that I had to take action. Fortunately, our upcoming wedding anniversary provided the ideal occasion to turn her fantasy into a reality.
The morning of our anniversary soon rolled around, and the ball was set rolling. I had told her that I would be in charge of the day and all she needed to do was follow my lead. I had bought her the sexiest collegiate outfit — a very short pleated plaid skirt that would proudly show some of her ass cheeks underneath the skirt’s lacey hem and a matching crop top with a seductively plunging neckline that left little to imagination.
The day was planned to be perfect!
My Lisa awoke to a morning filled with delightful surprises: a meticulously chef-prepared breakfast adorned with a bouquet of roses and an intriguing black box that held a playful ensemble. Inside the box contained a naughty outfit and 2 cards placed above it: the “What is your wildest sex fantasy” card from the card game and a handwritten love note from me that read, “Follow up with a text to Professor Granger for your next set of instructions."
Lisa and I had planned to meet at one of the town's most sophisticated hotels. I had reserved a suite with an office area, and I took the opportunity to create an ambience of intellect and refinement. I set up the spacious work desk, surrounded by a collection of books and a tall, freestanding desk lamp, all next to a plush armchair to set the mood. Besides, the walls were soundproof, and privacy was guaranteed, so my wife could scream from pleasure as loud as she wanted without feeling uncomfortable.
Several hours later, my carefully crafted scheme was set in motion when I received a message from Lisa.
"Alright, Timothy Granger, you mischievous charmer," her text read. "Thank you for the delightful breakfast you prepared, your pancakes are always the fluffiest 😊. And, may I say, I’m VERY intrigued with the outfit you picked out. Now tell me, where the hell am I supposed to meet you!”
A warm, affectionate grin adorned my lips as I shared the hotel's location with her and playfully directed her to proceed directly to the reception desk to retrieve the key for room 609. In a teasing tone, I also dutifully reminded her that I was now "Professor Granger ", and she was now in her first year of university.
When it came to my appearance, I made sure to opt for a smart-casual look that I knew would catch her eye. I wore a light blue, long-sleeve dress shirt, its sleeves casually rolled up, with the top two buttons undone. My dark blue tailored trousers hugged my form, subtly revealing my longing desire. The absence of a tie created an air of ease, emphasised by the silver Omega Speedmaster watch she had gifted me just two years ago — a timeless piece. My black dress shoes gleaned from a recent polish, perfectly complemented by a matching sleek black leather belt. As a seasoned professor with a decade of experience, I felt confident in my presentation. To add a touch of excitement to our rendezvous, I had prepared three playful surprises, neatly arranged on a tray, awaiting the perfect moment to introduce them into our evening. Hopefully, these surprises would enhance our shared experience, and she would select one to further ignite our passion.
About an hour after texting her, I heard a soft knock on the suite’s door, and an all-familiar twitch in my underwear sent shivers down my spine. My Lisa wasn't even in the room yet, and I was already so horny. I took in a deep breath as I walked to the door and opened it. Her acquainted floral perfume immediately greeted me, and I relished my wife's gorgeous appearance. She had an oversized trench coat slung over her shoulders to hide her revealing outfit but had managed to keep all the front buttons undone so I could be greeted by how stunning she looked. More so, she had taken the time to wear my favourite red lipstick shade, which she knew was my kryptonite.
My eyes lingered on the plunging neckline of her top, and I could feel blood rush to my dick. Still stumped by her beauty, she gently hurried past me with a cheeky smile and into the room so I could close the door. I could not move from the doorway because my eyes were fixed on her body. I watched her purposely shrug the coat off her shoulders and sucked in a deep breath as she bent forward to pick it up. The hem of the skirt softly caressed her ass as it rolled up, showing me she had conveniently skipped the thong as her pussy lips greeted me. She slowly stood straight and turned to face me as a blush crept on her face. It always fascinates me by how shy she could be in my presence, even after so many years together.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke up. "Hello, Professor. My name is Lisa. You asked me to meet you concerning my extra credit paper." She said softly.
A slight grin escaped my lips as I regained myself and got into character. Clearing my throat and extending my arm to hers, I spoke sharply, "Hello, Lisa. I am glad you came over. Most students would rather not be on campus during the holidays."
I held her hand and gently stroked the back of her palms. I watched her cheeks get red again as I let go. "I liked your paper on female pleasure." I grinned and gestured to her to walk with me across the suite to where the office was. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the excitement in her eyes as she took in the décor, and I knew she was pleased with me.
"Thank you, Professor. Pleasure matters a lot to me." She whispered into my ear very seductively and walked past me into the office where a sturdy table with chairs stood.
I could smell alcohol on her breath and was grateful for the liquid courage.
"My pleasure matters a lot to me." She said again as she sat on one of the chairs, opening her legs wide and showing me her pink slit, causing my breath to get stuck in my throat.
I swallowed. I felt my dick twitch again, and I knew there was only so much I could say before I pounced on her. I went behind the desk and sat, still mesmerised by her beauty.
"As much as I liked your work, I don't think your paper was your best". I said, giving a scrutinising look.
"My best?" Lisa said in her most sultry voice as she turned the chair to face me, placed her elbows on her knees and pressed her arms close to her chest, pushing up her breasts and making my thoughts run wild.
"I am sorry, Professor Granger. I do not understand." Lisa gently stood as she sheepishly smiled, leaned on the desk, and bobbed up and down, slightly bouncing her breasts. She bent lower, knowing I would become privy to her nipples, and a smile crept up her lips.
I became aroused thinking about how I wanted my head between her breasts, and I had no idea when I made my way to the door and locked it. The 'click' rang through the room, and I swallowed — Only one thing could come out of locking a door entrapped with a student in a short skirt and low-hanging top and a very horny lecturer.
I leaned on the door as I stared at her, and my eyes darted to the tray of toys I had kept.
"Well, I felt your paper had no personal touch. You were writing about other women, but I would have liked to read about your pleasure," I said as I began to stroll towards Lisa.
"I would have liked to read about your orgasms…." My voice trailed as I closed the gap between us and placed the curve of my hand on her back. Her breathing became ragged as I stroked her cheek with my free hand. I leaned into her, putting my forehead on hers, keeping our lips very close and taking in her breath.
"…. And I would like to hear your screams as you have those orgasms," I finally whispered, taking in her soft lips and absolving myself in the warmth of her kisses as her soft moans filled the room. I began to invade her mouth with my tongue, and our lips danced back and forth.
Soon, I started planting kisses on her neck and shoulders, and when I grazed the back of her ear, she sucked in a heavy breath. I was unsure how long to wait as my fingers traced her bra's outline. She caught on and began to remove her top and skirt. After helping her undress, I was greeted by her only clad in her bra. I drew her close, still kissing her and squeezing her ass tightly. It was particularly remarkable having her almost nude and I still clothed.
"Do you know how horny you make me, Lisa?" I said between hot breaths.
"How horny?" She chuckled.
"So horny that all I think about when you’re in my class is how your pussy would taste", I laughed as I took a few steps back to look at her body.
"You're so perfect", I said, through kisses and freed one of her breasts from its cup, loving and adoring the freed nipple. I unclasped the bra and let her breasts fall into my hands as I paid ample attention to each globe, forming a triangle of kisses between her mouth and breasts.
I was already fully hard by this time, and she knew all I wanted was to be buried in between her legs. I led her to the desk and helped her sit on it. Pushing her down, I told her to use her elbows to rest on it, giving her body the perfect incline and allowing me to view her most intimate regions. My hands then went to her thighs, instructing her to gently place the soles of her feet on the table and open her legs. I grabbed the chair she had sat on and set my face directly at her pussy.
A huge smile formed on her face because she knew I wanted her to watch me eat her out. I waited a bit to build anticipation, and making sure we didn't break eye contact, I brought out my tongue and licked her entire vulva with one swift stroke.
"Fuck. I love how you’re making me feel, Professor.” She sighed, letting her fingers get caught in my hair. She threw her head back as I did it repeatedly. When her juices started to ooze out of her, I focused solely on her clit ─ kissing, licking, and flicking. I didn't stop worshipping her hood even as I introduced a finger into her.
Her body gripped my digit, and I gently began to drill her core. As I felt her get wetter, I introduced another finger.
"Oh fuuucccck, Professor! Don't stop." Her moans became louder. She had her eyes tight shut, and I knew she was getting close to that much-needed orgasm.
I raised my head, and she instantly opened her eyes, wondering why I had stopped.
"Look at me, I want to see your beautiful face," I said, calling her attention with my low, raspy voice. I caught her gaze and made her watch me spit on her pussy. I pulled out my fingers, licked them and bent down again. I gave her clit a good lick and pushed a finger into her asshole and two into her vagina. My Lisa couldn't contain it anymore as I stretched her open.
"I'm commmiinnng!!" she belted as her feet and elbows gave way. She lay flat on the table, throwing her head back and writhing from pleasure. My head was still between her legs when she let out the warmest yet sweetest gush of fluid. She tried to keep her legs together to control it but failed as her juices went everywhere ─ drenching my face, shirt and the table. I had never seen her so wet and so shaken.
I finally raised my head as she came down from her high, smiling ear to ear.
"Your shirt is drenched Professor Granger." Lisa chuckled as I held her hands and helped her sit upright on the desk.
"It is, and you will pay me back for it," I snickered.
"What do you want, sir?" She said, leaning down, cupping my face and kissing my cum stained lips.
"I want to fuck you," I whispered as she kissed me again, giving me her approval. I stood up, helped her down from the table, and turned her back to me. I leaned in and drew the tray of covered toys closer. She uncovered them and giggled. "What will it be, Lisa? The paddle, the nipple sucker or the butt plug?" I asked as I kissed her back. She stared at them for some minutes, wrapping her fingers around the spank paddle. I instantly became aroused.
My fingers traced along her collarbone, and I gently placed my hands on her waist and stroked her belly with my thumb. Her breathing became heavy.
I placed my palm on one of her breasts and lightly squeezed it as I began to massage in slow, circular motions. Her nipples puckered again, and I placed one of them between my fingers and rolled them around. I closed my eyes and then took in a deep breath.
I gently pushed Lisa onto the table so her round backside could face me and I could enjoy the view. I straddled her leg apart and found my way to her pussy hole. She was still wet. Without much thought, I undid my buckle, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and thrust into her. I went in slowly as she whimpered from discomfort but soon adjusted to my girth. I made sure she took in all my length. When I had stretched her open, I pulled back and away from her, causing her to squirm and protest, but I had better plans. I leaned in to kiss both ass cheeks as I grabbed the paddle.
'Smack!' rang across the room as the paddle landed on her ass. I was unsure if I was to go again when I heard her mumble, "More". I chuckled at how eager she sounded and repeated the act. With her legs astride, I could see into her pussy hole. Her juices started to make their way out like honey.
The more I hit her, the more she moaned and creamed. I continued for as long as I could, causing her to writhe and beg me. I was so aroused that my cock was so hard, and I could not cope any more.
My vision started getting fuzzy, so I grabbed the chair to sit and get a breather. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and opened them to have my Lisa standing before me.
"Tired already, Professor?" She giggled as she leaned in to kiss my forehead and rub my hair.
"I could never be tired of you, my love." I lightly laughed.
"Good." She said, staring at my dick, which was now slightly flaccid.
Lisa cupped my face as she tilted my head upward and kissed me. She then pulled my chair closer to her and the table. I smirked, wondering what she wanted to do as she bent, grabbed my penis, stroked softly and massaged my balls, causing me to stand at attention quickly. A moan escaped my lips, and she sealed them with a kiss. She turned towards the table and leaned into it for support, with her back and ass directly facing me. Making sure she had a wider stance, she began to lower herself onto me with her pussy hole aiming for the head of my cock. I knew she wanted to fuck me while I sat on the chair, and at this point, I was not going to fight it.
I angled myself so my dick stood higher and held on to her waist to give her more support. As her pussy entrance finally got to my dick, I lowered her gently onto me.
"Fuck”, we both thumped in unison.
I had never been so deep inside her, and it felt wildly intimate. We remained like that for a few minutes as I kissed her back. When she was ready, she began to ride me, making circles and pumping. Our bodies always managed to sync easily, and however motion she wanted, I would reply fiercely.
"Harder, Professor Granger! You know I love feeling your dick in me," she moaned as my length rammed in and out of her. I was so turned on at how the room reverberated with the sounds of our grunts, my moans, and the wet noises of our sex grinding against each other. She groaned as she fucked me, each stroke accompanied with profanities.
I began tracing circles around her back. I could not get enough of her. I started replacing those kisses with soft bites, hoping to combine pleasure and pain and make them unique. After a few more hard thrusts, I knew I was close to cumming. It was as though she could read my mind when she stopped riding me, got up, turned around and knelt before me.
I watched her take my cock into her mouth and suck on the head as she stroked my shaft with her hand and massaged my balls with the other. She kept her eyes firmly on mine and gave my balls a tight squeeze ─That was when I felt myself lose all inhibition as my brain went static from the intense sensations that flooded my body.
My vision went dim, and I saw stars. Lisa's strokes became faster, more intense, as though she drilled for my pleasure, and she sucked on me as though her life depended on it. I had never felt this way before as ecstasy filled my veins.
"Happy Anniversary, my love". I moaned in pleasure as the world around me stilled.
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In a world that's all about flexing biceps, flaunting six-packs, and sweating through cardio sessions, it's time to shine a spotlight on a rather underrated and often overlooked part of your body that packs quite a punch when it comes to your overall well-being – the pelvic floor! These humble muscles might not be fitness magazine cover stars, but don't underestimate their importance.
From achieving better control over your bladder to giving your core a power boost, we speak to Monica Donaldson and Tamara Gerdis, both experienced pelvic health physios, and founders of Physio Down Under, to share with us the secrets unlocking the power to your pelvic floor health! Discover why giving your pelvic floor some extra love and slipping in some simple exercises into their daily routine can be the best thing you do for yourself. So, if you’re ready to strengthen, steady, and pleasantly surprise yourself with the perks of tending to a muscle group you've probably never thought much about, all while enhancing your wellness (and even boosting your bedroom prowess), keep reading on!
Image credit: Continence Foundation of Australia
Meet the pelvic floor muscles – the unsung heroes of your pelvis! These muscle buddies are like the rock-solid foundation of your lower half, forming a hammock-like structure that stretches from your tailbone (that's the coccyx) in the back to your pubic bone in the front. And guess what: EVERYONE's got 'em! Both males and females possess these pelvic floor muscles, they are universal.
For the female, these muscles are like a trusty support crew for your pelvic organs, including the bladder, uterus, bowel, urethra (the gatekeeper for your pee), vagina, and the backdoor exit, aka the anus – they all rely on the pelvic floor muscles.
As for the male, these muscles are there to lend a hand in supporting the bladder and bowel, while also providing a passage for the urethra and the rear exit, the anus. So, no matter your gender, these pelvic floor muscles are the unsung MVPs holding things together down there!
Training your pelvic floor muscles is like doing a secret handshake with your body, and it's essential for everyone. Think of it as the superhero of muscles below your belt, responsible for preventing embarrassing leaks when you laugh (or sneeze!) and boosting your intimate moments when they are in healthy conditions.
In men, robust pelvic floor muscles can enhance sexual performance, extend endurance, and address concerns like premature ejaculation.
For women, it plays a crucial role in post-pregnancy recuperation, preventing awkward leaks during laughter (or sneezing), and intensifying orgasms!
The wonderful thing about doing pelvic floor muscle exercises aka, kegels, is that they can be done in any position, however when you are starting out, lying and sitting tend to be a bit easier than upright or standing positions.
Now that you've become aware of your pelvic floor muscles, let's give them a little workout!
Squeeze those muscles around your front passage, vagina, and back passage with all your might, and hold that squeeze for a solid three to five seconds. As you do this, you should feel your pelvic floor muscles almost lifting you up from the inside, and then be sure to release fully for the same amount of time, allowing your muscles to relax. If you're up for it, you can try holding that squeeze for a bit longer, but never more than ten seconds – and remember, that squeeze should stay strong, and the 'let go' feeling should be definite.
If you're one of the rare few who aren't sensing anything down there, you can try a little experiment: try stopping your urine midstream when you're on the toilet, just to locate those elusive pelvic floor muscles. However, please don't make a habit of this as it could lead to a pesky urinary tract infection.
Oh, and here's a little tip – make sure you're not recruiting your gluteal or thigh muscles while you're doing your Kegels! We want those pelvic floor muscles to do all the heavy lifting. And don't forget to breathe while you're at it; we don't want you turning blue.
By the way, it's worth noting that not everyone's pelvic floor muscles are weak. Some people with overactive pelvic floor muscles can experience discomfort during intimacy, trouble with tampons or menstrual cups, battled constipation, struggled to empty your bladder properly, or just had some persistent pelvic pain. If you suspect you're in the 'too tight' category, hold off on the pelvic floor muscle strengthening routine for now. It might actually worsen your symptoms. Instead, schedule a visit with a pelvic health physiotherapist for a proper evaluation. They'll set you on the right path!
Yes, absolutely! Everyone can benefit from doing pelvic floor muscles exercises on a daily basis, as long as you don’t have overactive pelvic floor muscles (as mentioned earlier). In fact, in 2021 the National Institute for Health and Care Excellence (NICE), released new guidelines where they recommended that women of all ages should do pelvic floor muscle exercises regularly for the rest of their lives as it helps to prevent symptoms of pelvic floor dysfunction.
Doing your kegel, such as contracting your pelvic floor, can help to prevent the involuntary leakage of urine, help in the control of passing urine, gas, and bowel motions. It can even lift the internal organs of the pelvis and tighten the openings of the vagina (in females), anus and urethra! More importantly, while lots of emphasis is usually placed on strengthening your pelvic floor muscles, relaxing them (through breathing techniques and massages) is just as crucial and also helps to keep your pelvic health in check.
And wait, there's more! These pelvic floor muscles aren't just about bodily functions; they play a pivotal role in the bedroom too! Pelvic floor muscles are important for sexual functions in both men and women. In men, it is important for erectile function and ejaculation. In women, voluntary contractions (squeezing) of the pelvic floor muscles contribute to enhanced sexual sensation, arousal and even lubrication.
So, in essence, by keeping your pelvic floor in shape, you're not only preventing mishaps but also setting the stage for a more exciting and satisfying love life. How's that for multitasking muscles?
In the pelvic floor, we have two types of muscle fibers: fast twitch and slow twitch. Fast twitch fibers are critical for sudden increases in intra-abdominal pressure, such as when you sneeze, cough, or lift objects. To strengthen these muscles, perform strong contractions of your pelvic floor muscles. Instead of trying to sustain the contraction, focus on squeezing and then releasing. Allow a brief rest between each squeeze. Repeat this sequence 10 to 20 times or until you sense your pelvic floor muscles becoming fatigued.
On the other hand, slow twitch muscle fibers provide endurance to our pelvic floor muscles. To target these fibers, aim to maintain your pelvic floor muscle squeeze for up to 10 seconds. Remember to maintain your breathing and experience a satisfying release of tension in the muscles before moving on to the next squeeze. Repeat this process up to ten times or until you feel your pelvic floor muscles getting tired. Take short breaks between each repetition.
It's recommended to perform these exercises 2-3 times daily, and it's important to note that research indicates it may take 3-6 months of consistent pelvic floor muscle exercises to achieve noticeable strengthening. So, stay committed and don't give up!
The pelvic floor muscles, much like other muscles in the body, don't operate independently. Engaging in exercises that focus on the glutes (buttocks), adductors (inner thighs), transversus abdominis (deep abdominal muscles), and the diaphragm (a major breathing muscle) can be beneficial in improving the strength and stamina of the pelvic floor muscles.
After ensuring that you can correctly contract your pelvic floor muscles and that they aren't excessively tense, you can begin incorporating them into comprehensive body workouts.
If you wish to enhance your pelvic floor muscles, increase your mindfulness and even intensify orgasms, consider incorporating Kegel Balls into your exercise regimen. It's essential to ensure that you don't suffer from overactive pelvic floor muscles, which might manifest as discomfort during intercourse, difficulty inserting tampons, pain in your pelvis, vagina, testicles, or penis during extended periods of sitting, or challenges in bowel movements. If you're free from these issues, Kegel Balls can be a valuable addition to intensify your pelvic floor workouts and boost your training.
When using kegel balls, be sure to use them correctly to maximize their benefits. Avoid placing them too high inside, as they should challenge your pelvic floor muscles rather than just resting on them. Opt for positions that engage the muscles against gravity, like standing or being on your hands and knees. If you experience pelvic or hip pain, it's wise to consult a healthcare professional for a pelvic floor assessment before using weighted vaginal devices. So, remember to exercise safely and enjoy the journey to a healthier pelvic floor!
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When the email announced that I would be the lead violinist in the most prestigious musical set in the country, I knew I had to get on a call with a close friend of mine, Milo Carpenter.
Milo was a once-in-a-lifetime talent who had retired from actively playing to being the conductor of his show at only thirty years of age. He was the violinist I consistently looked up to and the same man I had a crush on for years. He was tall, with beautiful dark locs, and he never had a clean shave.
His rough-around-the-edges demeanour drew me in, and as fate would have it, our paths crossed when a mutual friend introduced us at my college's “artists hangout”. We were instantly drawn to each other and kept in touch. Although I initially thought it was weird that he chatted with me like I was his friend and equal, considering he was ten years older and I was only twenty at the time, there was never a dull moment.
It started off platonic, with Milo inviting me to artistic group events where we discovered we had so much in common; This led us to planning paired activities, with me eagerly looking for how to dress to impress him or stealing a glimpse of his features up close. Milo made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help talking to him about everything and nothing every day.
Soon, our conversations became more intimate, and our chemistry was undeniable. Naturally, holding hands and pecks evolved into steamy romp sessions where I’d scream his name loudly from pleasure. I unabashedly spent several months in and out of his bed, where he plastered imprints of his body in my mind. It felt right, not only because he was all mine whenever he was around but I loved showing him off. Unfortunately, my joys were short-lived because Milo did not think entering a defined relationship was necessary. He had his reasons, mostly because he travelled so much and didn’t believe in long-distance relationships, so we left it at that.
After calling to tell him the good news, we agreed to meet as usual whenever he was in town, and he even suggested mentoring my plays during those few weeks! The idea of it sent butterflies in my tummy all over again.
Being the lead violinist would be no easy feat because it would require a chunk of my time travelling and attending practice. So, as soon as I got off the call, I began practising in solitude to ensure I warmed my body back into the rigours of the season while also secretly honing my skills to make sure Milo saw me at my best when we finally met.
As the days drew closer to our meeting, my self-training became more focused on scales and etudes, but spending no more than four hours a day to prevent my fingers from wearing out. Yet, all the while, my mind kept getting distracted. Just the thought of hearing Milo’s deep baritone voice, or seeing his chiselled face, or taking in the warmth of his soft masculine lips again, ohhh… I spent days recovering from the sensual aftermath. He was always the one who seemed to know how to push all the right buttons all at once, making my brain go mush.
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That fateful evening had arrived. I received a text early in the morning from Milo to an old concert hall that was recently being renovated and under his supervision (hence the reason for his trip back this time). The only thing he had instructed me to bring along was my violin, but knowing us, I was sure the night would end with more than just us exchanging musical notes. I wore my shortest maroon gown to amp up the mood. It had a deep V accentuating my fairly large braless breasts, and if I carelessly bent forward, it would ride up, exposing the under cheeks of my ass. I paired it with black tights and heels, making my long legs seem longer and sheer enough for him to see my beautiful red lace thong panties. I made no effort to cover myself with a coat, hoping when he saw my daring outfit, it would turn him on even more.
When I arrived at the destination, I was greeted by the entrance door, which was locked. I quickly sighted a small latch where a letter was written with instructions on opening the door and a map to get to where Milo was. I chuckled slightly and guessed the evening would be a private event.
I went to the back of the concert hall, where a reasonably large music room stood. As I looked around and admired the rather dim room, I was drawn to the centre, where the lights enamoured a chair. I turned to the far right and saw a silhouette - I knew it was him. As I made my way to him, albeit slowly, he sent me a text message on my phone and signalled for me to read it,
"You should be at the centre stage, lead violinist. Sit down and play."
Is this a part of his first lesson as a mentor? I wondered while walking up on stage and finding my way to the seat. The chair was positioned on a podium at a rather high level, and with my outfit, positioning myself to play effectively would mean he would have the perfect view of what was between my legs from where he stood. And although he was encased in the shadows, I knew his eyes saw me struggle and squirm to be a bit more decent. That was when I heard the word "Play" echo loudly across the room.
My heart started beating loudly for some reason, and frankly, I was beginning to feel a bit flustered. I’ve played the violin in front of Milo a thousand times before, but this was new and never with this much intensity. I quickly crossed my legs, picked up my violin case and brought out the instrument, taking as much time as possible to tune it as my mind raced.
"There's no time to waste when you're lead violinist Lydia. Play." His baritone voice broke through the shadows.
I heard him take a few steps closer to me, and as he emerged, the dim lights in the room cast a shadow on his beautiful face. My heart skipped for a second, and swallowed hard as our eyes met. “Play” was all that kept ringing in my head. I steadied my breathing, took a deep breath and with my fingers on my violin, I positioned myself and began playing.
I played my heart out to a classic piece from Tchaikovsky and slid in and out of rhythms flawlessly as practised. When my piece ended, I finally looked up in a daze. I had my eyes closed towards the end, lost in a trance of my own tunes, to find Milo right in front of me, staring at me stoically. He had breached the gap between us and stood about a foot away. His eyes were fixed on my outfit, causing my eyes to trace his, when I noticed my legs were astride and my gown had ridden up, bunching just before my crotch. I quickly crossed my legs and looked down at my violin.
"How well do you want to play?" He finally said after a few minutes.
"I want to be the best," I said quietly.
"Just the best?" He asked again.
"Better than you," I smiled, giving him a slight smirk.
"Really? Then you would not have worn that to a meeting we both knew would be a teaching session." He scoffed as he ran his fingers up my tights, causing shivers to run down my spine.
"Did you go around town in this outfit? Without anything to cover up?" he whispered into my ear as I felt his hot breath against my neck. I clutched the violin and swallowed.
"I thought you would like it. You said you wanted your women to be a bit more free." I said quietly, taking in his scent and wanting him closer.
"That means you don't know me." He chuckled as his fingers continued to run down my thighs. "The first rule of being better than your mentor is to know him, and if you knew me, you'd know I don't like sluts.”
My brows contorted into a frown as I heard such derogatory words, but I knew my mind was fighting a lost cause when my crossed legs were now astride. Milo took the opportunity to stand between them. He gently raised his hands, brushed away my hair, and cupped my face while stroking my cheek. His warm lips fell on mine. He enveloped my upper lip, the lower one and returned to where he had started. I began to feel my panties get wet. He quickly grabbed the violin and returned it to its case. As he returned to kiss me, my hands began to stroke his taut muscular back, pulling him closer to me. Suddenly, he broke our kiss.
“Are you ready to know me, Lydia? Are you ready to be the best?” He firmly but gently said.
“I am ready,” I said in a whisper.
He smiled. “Close your eyes.”
Obeying him, I felt him leave our embrace, but he soon returned as I felt a cool cloth, probably made of silk or satin, fall over my forehead and cover my eyes. I was about to say something when he pulled me back into his chest, squeezed my right breast and whispered into my ear, "Do not say anything."
I became mute, relishing the baritone in his chest on my back. He placed his hands into mine and helped me down from the chair.
"Follow my lead," he said. I had no idea where we were going, but he gently led me away from the light and into the shadows. With gentle nudges, he told me where to place my feet and halted me when we encountered an obstacle. It felt like a sensual dance. We finally stopped when he whispered, "We are here. Follow my instructions very carefully."
I nodded, and before I could say anything, I felt myself being hoisted up by my ribcage with his firm grip. My legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, and my hands fell on his neck. I was a little surprised at how much I still trusted this man after all this time as he carried me effortlessly into the room.
“Sit here for me.” He said as I felt his strong fingers trace down my ribcage into my waist and push me down gently onto a soft and wide padded seat that ran up the sides of my butt, it felt different. With one hand still holding my waist, he traced his fingers to mine and gently placed my hands onto a solid strap. As I grabbed onto them, it clicked in my head! 一 I knew I was undoubtedly on a swing as my feet were now airborne! This is new.
As he pulled back slowly and left me alone, I found myself clinging on tightly to the solid hand straps and moving my hips around against the seat. That was when I felt a hard surface behind me that felt like what I assumed to be a large door. It held my position, and I adjusted myself to get more comfortable, with my gown slowly riding up even more, past my crotch and going midway up above my ass cheeks.
“Lydia, I need you to know that I dislike mixing business with pleasure,” Milo whispered.
“Why would you wear such slutty clothing and get me so hard?” He said in a hot breath as he kissed me again.
I could feel his hands finally reach my pussy, and I held on the straps for dear life. I was sure that my juices had soaked through to the tights. His hands connected with my clit, and a throaty moan escaped my lips.
I could feel Milo cup my face, and he kissed my moan away, only this time he took the blindfold too. When I met his eyes, I could see he was just as flushed as I was. His gaze was soft but fiery, letting me know whatever he would do to me would be solely for pleasure.
“Are you a slut?” He said as his fingers reached my breasts and squeezed while rubbing my covered clit.
“No, I'm not,” I whispered, thoroughly turned on.
“Let’s find out.” He slightly chuckled.
He kissed my forehead and left the room, returning with a pair of scissors. Before I could say anything, I felt the cold edge of its rounded-tip blade against my skin. He never broke eye contact and kept giving my lips airy kisses as he ripped away my dress, tights and panties, leaving me in tatters. My body relished the feeling as my clit jerked from the cool breeze, and my nipples stood at attention.
He moaned in my ear as he sighted my naked body and leaned in to kiss me again, this time more fervently.
“Since you have decided to look like a slut, I will fuck you like one.” He finally moaned in my ear and stepped away from me.
Milo picked me up easily from the swing with one swift move, placing my feet gently on the floor. I wasn’t even aware I had lost my shoes in our rendezvous until my feet had touched the ground. Slowly, he spun me around, and his hands guided my back to his chest. Gently, he peeled off the rags from my body and, with his fingers, made gentle circles around my shoulders and upper back, kissing my nape and tracing it down my spine, making me shiver from pleasure.
Taking the swing seat and bringing it over my head towards my chest, Milo positioned it against the bottom of my bosom. Unsure of what he had planned, I stiffened, but he allayed all fears when he brushed my hair softly behind my right ear and with a hot whisper, he mouthed one word, “Relax,” causing my body to soften instantly. Leaning me forward with one broad palm resting against my back and another against my left hip, Milo instructed, “Hold onto these straps and bend over for me,” causing me to obey immediately. With the seat positioned comfortably below my chest as I looked down towards the ground, I found that I was in an almost standing doggie position, yearning for his next anticipation.
As he gently leaned me over, my legs parted with my ass right before him. I could feel his hardness as I pushed back against him, hungry for more attention, but he knew how to tease me and kept pushing me away. Soon, I felt something slippery on his hands as he grabbed my ass cheeks firmly, causing me to match his ragged breathing as he massaged them in between squeezes.
Decisively, his fingers reached the engorged lips of my pink slit, which was now saturated with the heavy flow of my warm juices. The combination of pain, pleasure and nasty words created a cocktail of moistness, and Milo knew just how to make me coo as he circled around my nub, playing with varying pressures and intensity.
A loud moan escaped my lips as he pushed me further into the seat and hoisted my ass higher. He tactfully dragged his finger upward along the valley between my ass cheeks. I felt him bend, and I could swear he was looking at my ass hole. I wondered if he enjoyed watching the pulsating motion of it. My question was answered when he circled the rim with the pad of his thumb and gave my entrance a light push.
“Fuuuccckkk,” I yelled. With each circular motion, Milo could see me shiver. They grew more profound when he simultaneously slid his fingers against my flushed slit and back up to my cheeks.
"Look at you, groaning under my strokes like the little slut you are,” Milo laughed, applying more pressure with his finger against my hole. He then traced his other fingers to explore the opening of my pussy.
"I’m your little slut”, I belted out, unsure where that had come from, but he seemed pleased because he pushed his full finger length deeper into my ass hole and pussy and whisked them out of me with one quick pull. I jerked up in pleasure.
Using both hands, Milo pulled my ass cheeks apart as he leaned down to lick up all the juices from my pussy entrance to the rim of my hole. He took his time and licked all my crevices like he was entitled to them. I knew he could feel my breathing get harsher, and he knew I was close to cumming when he lay a wet, smacking kiss on my rim before rising to his full height.
Milo then pushed his finger into my ass hole and slapped my ass repeatedly with his free hand.
"What the fuck are you doing to me, Lydia?" He asked in grunts.
I moaned in ambiguous syllables as Milo slid his levelled digits in and out of me. He swatted an ass cheek again, and I was sure pale handprints would be left behind.
"I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He said in a low tone.
Pulling his wet fingers from my love hole, I felt him part my ass cheeks again and dribble more slippery substance into me. He used as much of it to prime me and then said smoothly, “Are you ready for your finale?”
I nodded almost comically as he placed all three fingers and a fourth into me while another hand expertly rubbed my clit simultaneously. The sensation of being stretched out in my love hole caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head, and that was when I felt my orgasm rising! My body shivered even more as he thrust and rubbed against me faster and faster, matching each breath. Once again, I gripped down hard against the hand straps and cried, “Oh god, oh god! I’m cumming!” Without a moment’s notice, I came, quivering hard, thankful that Milo held onto my hips as my knees caved in.
Resting my body weight against the soaked-up swing seat and catching my breath, I heard Milo chuckle as my juices trickled out of me, planting kisses of praise on my ass cheeks and lower back.
“Welcome to your first lesson, lead violinist,” Milo said softly.
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I sighed as I slowly pushed open the blinds and saw Big Dave leaning on his counter with a smile. I stepped back, letting him know what I had in store, causing him to run a hand through his head. He chuckled, and in a few seconds, he removed his shirt in response.
He was game.
Using our windows, we participated in a hilarious game of striptease, texting each other what we liked about each other's bodies. That fine line was no longer there, and we were in dangerous territories. Finally, I went to the bedroom, where my bra and panties came off. He was now in his underwear, and I was fully nude but surprisingly not shy.
Praise is good for you in more ways than one, and you don’t have to take our word for it, it’s scientifically proven. Compliments induce pleasure, kickstarting dopamine production that leads to feelings of gratification. Praise can also harmonise and strengthen your relationship, helping you to build trust and feel more comfortable with one another. When someone strokes your ego and tells you how fabulous you are, you’re going to feel good about yourself. It’s little wonder that praise kink is so popular!
You might be surprised to learn that praise kink doesn’t just benefit the person receiving the plaudits, it’s also advantageous to the person dishing out the niceties. If you’re offering praise you’re providing pleasure, increasing happiness, and reinforcing desired behaviour. Your partner is more likely to dress up, have fun and get raunchy especially if they know how much you like it and that you make them feel good about what they’re doing.
Receiving compliments may feel a bit strange at first, but embracing positive affirmations can heighten happiness, so why not accept those wonderful words?
BDSM is typically linked to discipline, impact, and bondage, but there’s more to kink than the thwack of a riding crop across bare buttocks. Being bad is certainly fun, but being good can be just as thrilling, and it allows you to delve into the gratifying world of praise kink. If you love compliments, praise kink could be right up your alley. This particular kink involves deriving satisfaction from giving or receiving positive affirmations, glowing feedback, and praise during day-to-day life, play, and sex.
Compliments are always welcome, be it a commendation for your hard work, a nod to your new hairstyle, or a standing ovation for the fantastic blow job you’ve just provided. Approval fills us with joy, especially when it’s delivered by a special someone. For fans of praise kink, the sense of pride is joined by another feeling - sexual arousal. When it comes to praise kink, compliments not only provide gratification they’re also a massive turn-on.
Positive reinforcement can be given in a variety of ways, if you’re new to the world of praise kink you might not be sure where to start. Thankfully, there are a couple of common phrases that work well for all occasions e.g. “You’re such a good girl / boy,” and “I’m so proud of you,” are encouraging on all levels. You can also tailor your phrases to fit the situation.
We’ve touched on telling your partner that they are a “good girl/boy.” This phrase works particularly well if you share a total power exchange (TPE) or Dominant/submissive (D/s) relationship. Praising your submissive can bring you closer and reinforce your roles. Other ways to praise behaviour include “You really know just how to turn me on,” and “That's right, keep going, just like that."
Delight and arouse your other half by highlighting their good points and assets. This is a good way to vanquish insecurities and build body confidence. Phrases such as “Bend over and show me your cute ass",” “Your ass looks amazing in those jeans,” and “Your lips are so kissable,” will make your partner feel like a million dollars.
Pleased with the way your partner is going about things? Tell them how well they’re doing by uttering phrases such as "You can really take a spanking, I like that," and “The sounds you make are so hot.” Praising their performance will motivate your partner to continue on the same path.
When praise acts as a turn-on, accolades in the bedroom can take sex from run-of-the-mill to remarkable. Telling your partner how much you fancy them and want them will give them one hell of a boost. Try “I love it when you lick/ suck, [body part],” or “You feel incredible, I want to make love to you all night long” and “You are an amazing lover.”
It can take time to figure out which phrases turn you on and which switch you off, and whilst some like to be praised verbally, others feel that actions speak louder than words. A broad smile, a cheeky wink, or a reassuring squeeze of the arm can all be used as subtle ways to praise your other half. You could even mix it up by using a combination of the two e.g., an encouraging kiss on the cheek combined with the words “You’re doing so well, I’m so pleased,” can work wonders.
As with all BDSM-style play, you should discuss your boundaries and limits up front and always engage in SSC (safe, sane, consensual) play. You’ll need to talk about how this is going to play out for you before praise kink becomes part of the equation. A few things to think about:
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Enhance foreplay and intercourse with flattering compliments. You don’t have to go straight to the bedroom, start the night with a fancy meal (don’t forget to tell your partner how gorgeous they look).
Once you’re ready for bedroom antics you can set the mood with lingerie and even sexy masks for a touch of mystery. Throw in sex toys to ramp things up, adding praise kink as you go, “I love it when you slide that glass dildo in and out of your pussy.”
A good spanking works wonderfully well with praise kink. “That’s it, over my lap now, you’re such a compliant slave.” The flat of the palm slapping bare cheeks, “I love it when you take your punishment so well.” The thud of the paddle and the sting of the riding crop coupled with teasing words, “Look how well your beautiful round buttocks jiggle”, can elevate the whole experience.
Bondage and praise kink fit together exceptionally well. Restrain your lover and give them gentle encouragement as you bind their ankles and wrists with rope, “You’re such a pretty rope bunny, let’s suspend you so everyone can see.” Other restraints work well with praise kink too. Why not secure your submissive to the bed with cuffs, adding a blindfold and ball gag to ensure they stay put? Watch them squirm as you whisper in their ear, telling your partner how much you love it when they obey you and are at your mercy.
If praise kink seems nerve-racking you can take the edge off by combining it with role play. There are plenty of costumes and scenarios to choose from, and adopting another persona can help you to relax. Play out a classroom scene featuring a strict teacher and naughty student “You are so clever! Here’s a gold star,” or engage in medical play Doctor and patient style “Super, you’re doing so well, I’ll just lube my rectal thermometer.”
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“To praise is an investment in happiness” – David Dunn
If you think you might have a penchant for praise kink you’re not alone, after all, there are plenty of BDSM fans in the world. Some crave pain, some relish pleasure and others prefer a heady mix of the two. Praise kink falls on the mild side of play, and you can both try it out wherever and whenever you’re comfortable.
It’s all about mutual pleasure, offering compliments will make your partner feel happy, which in turn will make you feel great. With praise kink you get the added bonus of arousal and a sexual buzz. So if you’re looking to invest in your happiness and boost your sex life, why not give praise kink a go?
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"What a day, Lydia!" Nicole chimed into my ear, raising one of the cups of my headphones while I buried myself in the changing room's locker. Without warning, my nose was instantly filled with her breath's warmness and signature floral perfume.
I could tell she had finished eating popcorn, and I was sure the sweetness of the aftertaste still lingered on her tongue. I tried as much as possible to whisk her scent away by remaining stoic, but I could not help when the corners of my mouth folded into a smile. With no remorse, I turned to face her, and my heart began to flutter.
"Why are your ears plugged after such a perfect set?" Nicole laughed, showing those perfect pearly whites that caught everyone's attention, especially mine, "I did not expect the team to tell me you were still here. You should be out celebrating."
I let my brain construct a perfect response as my eyes lingered on her outfit and body. I traced every curve on her and marvelled at the beautiful juxtaposition of hills and valleys. She was the object of my deepest thoughts on some rather lonely nights when I wanted to run my tongue through them.
My feelings were not necessarily new to me. Heaven knew the feminine erotic art that hung on my bedroom wall during my late teens was not because I loved the artist, or so I had let my mother think, but because I was so intrigued by the very silhouette that is a woman's body.
Nicole, the novel and younger assistant swim coach, was the stark aide-mémoire of those emotions I had repressed, and what drew me to her was how unabashed she was of her sexuality. "Pansexuality," or whatever she called it, was what she described as being attracted to people because they were people, and that was the new motto I had recently sworn to live by. If I were to get involved with a woman, I would want someone as fun and bold as she was to be my first.
I initially had met her at a bar, and we even flirted a little before all hope was thrashed when the head coach introduced her as a temporary replacement for her assistant, who had just had a baby. Yet, we made sure to keep it light which I was sure would have no consequences.
My lingering eyes finally caught hers, and I responded with as much suavity as I could muster. "Well, now that you're here, there's no reason to have them plugged. Besides, I'll celebrate when we win the tournament."
"The whole school's super excited about it. Who would've thought you'd make the swim team a household name? You guys have never come this far before." She smiled as she drew me into a hug.
Although a seemingly harmless act, I was only dressed in my swimsuit. We had shared hugs before but not with this much skin. Unfortunately, the barely-there swimming bra she wore and short shorts was too much of an invitation. She felt soft, and she felt warm. More so, it felt like she didn't want to let me go.
"You flatter me, Nicole," I replied after a considerable time, breaking the hug.
"Who would've thought I'd be friends with a household name?" She excitedly chimed through what seemed to be hurt in her eyes. When it came to my relationship with her, I always threaded carefully. We were barely three years apart in age, but school rules were not meant to be broken.
My mind began racing, so I quickly turned to face my locker and wondered why she might have been upset. Still, sadly nothing came to mind, so much so that in a few seconds, it had reached a point where my brain began to question if our relationship was not as platonic as it seemed. I swallowed. I needed her to say something.
"Ugh, you're sticky. Why haven't you showered yet? Everyone has left." Her voice came through, crumbling all likelihoods in my head.
Whatever this situation was, it was precisely the problem.
With Nicole and I, lines had never been crossed, yet, I hoped they eventually would.
"Have I told you the amusing story of why I don't shower till everyone leaves?" I said, salvaging the situation and keeping the air light. I could always make her laugh.
"Humor me! Because even the head coach seems fed up with you." she joked as she sat on the bench behind me.
"Okay, if you insist," I chuckled as I grabbed my bathrobe, shielding away my nudity and removing whatever clothing I had on. We were somewhat close and knew how to get along, but I was grateful that whatever Nicole looked like underneath her clothes was only a figment of my imagination.
I turned to look at her and winked. She looked like a goddess as she leaned back into the bench and fluffed her hair. Her ostensibly harmless act of getting comfortable pushed her breasts forward, and it was the most erotic thing I had seen. The gentle rise and fall of her chest did not help matters either. I swallowed. I started feeling hot, and all familiar moistness formed in my panties. I needed to lighten the air.
"So, thirteen-year-old me was the captain of my county's junior swim team." I croaked.
"That doesn't seem so bad." Her voice echoed. It was light, cheery, and indicative that she had not caught me drooling.
"Mind you. It was a mixed team with mixed bathrooms." I garnered courage as I tightened my robe and turned back to her.
"Oh, God!" She snorted, melting my heart once again.
I signalled to her to pass the bag next to her so I could get my flip-flops and shower essentials.
"It still baffles me because I have no idea why my conservative mother thought it would be a good idea to enrol her pride and joy in such an extracurricular program," I grinned.
"Church lady?" She giggled.
"No, just a very moral woman." I made a face. "Now, as you'd know by now, my very exploratory self decided to flaunt the rule that the guys should shower in the shared bathroom first."
"No! Lydia" She threw her head back in amusement.
"What was there in a penis I hadn't seen before? My eight-year-old brother had one." I smiled as her eyes lit up.
"I was stealth." I dramatized, "I waited until the last guy was in the shower, and when no one was looking, I walked in."
"Tell me why, my virgin eyes see what looks nothing like my brother's penis but solid, red, and with veins?" I wailed.
"He was masturbating?" She said in between giggles.
"I have no idea," I laughed as all my drama landed me right before her. It was so good to see Nicole happy.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." She smiled, tugging on my robe and loosening it a bit. I assumed it was harmless, but I wanted to see what she would do next.
"You're a cool kid Lydia." She smiled as her fingers reached my thigh like a light breeze. I wasn't sure she didn't do it intentionally, but I was rattled. I was sure I would have begged her to push them much higher if she had moved them again.
"A cool kid who needs a shower, " I said, moving ever slightly away from her.
"Maybe I should come and watch you." Nicole winked, "You know, as payback for that poor kid."
"Maybe you should." I swallowed, hoping I wasn't taking things too far, "But I can assure you that my showers are nothing like those commercials." I recovered.
"Oh, what are they like?" She coaxed.
If the head coach walked in on this conversation, she would bench me for weeks. All sense left my head as my fingers stupidly now found their way to her body to tickle her. This newfound courage probably resulted from texting her too often and being invited to hang out with her outside practice. Her enticing laughter reverberated through the room, and I could not stop. I was getting in too deep.
"Okay, okay, stop it." She finally spoke, catching her breath and pushing me away. Unfortunately, her efforts were futile as I was pretty close to her face and entrapped in her space. My eyes registered every wrinkle, every pimple, and the glitter she had in her soul. I was unsure whether I wanted to leave when she reached up and caressed my cheek.
I quickly withdrew, embarrassed at my fright. I had no idea what that meant.
"You don't have to flinch whenever I touch you, Lydia." She shyly stated.
"I know, I'm sorry, but I swear it is not that. You said I was sticky." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"Okay. It's fine," Nicole smiled.
"I'll be out in a few. Just give me a second," I begged.
Those few minutes in the shower were the longest of my life.
All I could think of as I washed myself was Nicole. Her face was plastered in my imagination, and it was torture. I wanted her so badly but had to spare myself of all the longing. After all, things were only forbidden because society said they were but, if we started anything and she left the job in a few months, as she had hinted, no one would know… right?
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I was alarmed when soft hands enveloped my waist.
Startled, I turned. "Nicole, is that-"
Shutting me up, her soft lips enveloped and caressed mine slowly. It was gentle initially, but as soon as she began to invade my innermost corners with her tongue, I knew I was a goner. My hands were plastered to my body, and I could not move. I had no idea what prompted her to kiss me, but I liked it. More so, I liked that we could get in trouble for it.
“Nicole, we shouldn’t-“ I tried to say.
“Don’t overthink this, Lydia. You and I know we should’ve done this the first night we met,” She said between kisses.
I nodded. I had lost this battle.
I must have been dreaming because I had no idea how she started planting kisses on my neck and shoulders. When she grazed the back of my ear, I couldn't breathe. I wanted all of her, and I needed all of her.
My hands finally regained life in them, and I cupped her face and replied to every kiss with as much enthusiasm as I could. It was her air I was breathing as the water dripped and washed all hesitation away. This moment was where I wanted to be.
"Are you okay with this? Should I continue?" Nicole asked as she stared into my disbelieving and questioning eyes.
"Yes, yes, please," I replied.
We were just getting started.
I had no idea how she would get home because she stood before me with soaked clothing, but I did not care. My hands traced the outline of her bra made of sturdy material, and quickly unhooking it, I watched the contraption fall to the floor.
"You are so beautiful, Lydia," she whispered, admiring her oval areolas and nipples that glistened as the water bathed them. My hand reached lower to help her remove her shorts.
"You're perfect," Nicole quickly replied, closing the gap and drowning me in her kisses. Reaching behind me to switch off the water, she kissed me again and bent to take my nipples into her mouth. Like a skilled lover, she paid ample attention to each globe, forming a pyramid of kisses between my mouth and breasts. Every suckle was followed by rolling my nipples on her tongue and biting down softly on them.
I began to inhale deeper and deeper. I needed more, and I wanted more.
"I need you against the wall. Make sure you grip the railings," Nicole whispered as she pushed me backward.
Snaking one hand down my thighs, she instructed me to part my legs. I was entirely bare for her, and I knew we were now past the point of no return.
She caught my eyes and ensured they followed her as she lowered herself to the front of my mound. I hadn't shaved in a while, but she seemed not to care. It was as though she wanted me in whatever form I came in.
I could feel her hot breath on my entrance, waiting for her to make a move and amaze me, but she didn't. Instead, she brought each thumb to my pussy, pushed my legs apart, and opened my lips. My exposed clit was so sensitive, and she knew.
With a smile, she began to blow hot, repetitive breaths, and I had no idea when a soft moan escaped from my lips. A sly smirk played on Nicole's face as she continued, ensuring she was staring into my eyes. I watched as she finally lifted her tongue and licked my entire stretched-out vulva with one swift stroke.
"Fuck”, I sighed, releasing every form of inhibition from me. I wanted Nicole to do it again. I needed Nicole to do it again.
Like a mind reader, she flicked on my bean repeatedly, alternating between making circles and drawing it into her mouth as she pursed her lips to create a vacuum. She did it repetitively, following my moans and knowing exactly when to intensify her worship and when to allow me to beg her for more.
When she was sure I could not take it any longer, she gave me one hard lick and pushed two fingers into me. I was surprised at how quickly my body latched onto her digits. Soon she found a rhythm I could sync to, and I felt myself bobbing up and down as she drilled my core gently. She felt so good inside me.
Finally falling prey to her exquisite ministrations and getting to the edge of my orgasm, she flipped me around, pushed her fingers into me, opened my ass cheeks, and gave my asshole one firm hard lick.
I crumbled right there and then as ecstatic explosions rippled through my head.
I was floating.
I had no idea when Nicole got up from where she was, but I could feel her erect nipples against my back and her soft hands cupping my breast and gently kneading as though petting me as I came down from my high.
"This is just barely the beginning, Lydia.” She said, planting kisses on my back.
I had nothing to say.
“You can't keep pretending to shy away from my touch when you were always practically begging for it," Nicole whispered.
"You knew," I said between heavy breaths as I began to regain myself.
"I always knew." I heard her chuckle.
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I stretched in my seat and rubbed my eyes, feeling the tension in my body. It was a long flight and I couldn’t wait to get to my hotel room for even a few hours of proper sleep. Soon my plane landed and I could finally stretch my back. While I was walking through the tunnel into the airport’s building I slowed down and pulled out my phone, turning on the camera to take a look at myself. I shouldn’t have cared about the way I looked, no one could look good after such a long flight, but I did. And the reason why I felt this way was getting more and more obvious to me.
When I found out I was going to Japan for the work trip I felt eager. I always wanted to visit the country and get submerged in the culture, but there was another reason for my excitement, one that I tried to ignore - James, my coworker, lived here. So far the only way we connected was through Zoom calls and even during these brief moments I felt that there was a connection between us. We often talked about things that didn’t have anything to do with our work and it made me feel like I was a teenage girl who was having a major crush but, I’m not going to lie, it felt nice to be this excited about someone! And now that I was about to meet him, things were shifting. Would I still feel the same way about James once we meet? Will he feel the same way about me? I wouldn’t know until I saw him.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the terminal, then into the waiting area, looking around. There he was, James standing about 6 feet tall, slightly taller than I had expected and wearing a blue button down shirt just like he said with a wide smile on his face.
“Hi,” I said shyly, walking closer to him.
“It’s nice to finally see you this close, Anne,” he smiled in return, taking my luggage. “Wow, this is heavier than I thought.”
“That’s the weight of being a photographer,” I laughed, trying not to think about the cheeky thing that was tucked between my equipment. When my roommate, Vanessa, was dropping me at the airport she presented me with a belated birthday gift – a neatly wrapped vibrator. She said that I’d need it, given how little action I was getting over the past few months which to be fair was valid, considering how busy work has gotten now that my advertising company offers multiple packages that included global services.
“Hope you didn’t wait for me too long.” I moved to stand beside him, as we started walking to the exit.
“I wouldn’t care if it was longer, because any wait would’ve been worth it.”
I tried my hardest not to squirm at his words. I didn’t want to look like a naive, easily impressed woman, but my body had a mind of its own.
“How was your flight? Hope it wasn’t too tiring,” he asked, distracting me from my thoughts.
“It was long, but nothing I can’t handle,” I assured him. It was an early morning in Japan, but I still was ready to go to bed after a few restless hours of sleep on the plane. “I’m surprised you’re the one meeting me. I thought they’ll just send the driver.”
“They wanted to, but I volunteered to go instead.”
James didn’t follow up on his words, we just continued to walk to his car, but I didn’t just want to hear more, I needed to hear more.
“Is there a reason for it?” I asked once we stopped next to his car.
James turned to me, looking down at my body before he glanced back into my eyes. I felt fully awake at that moment, my heart beating fast.
“Isn’t it obvious?” James asked, his voice low. “I wanted to finally meet you in person and besides, who better than me to make sure you get to your hotel room safely.”
Heat ran through my body at his words and I didn’t know how to react. Was he always this sweet? Luckily, James got busy with my luggage and I could get into the car and have a breather before my thoughts began to race. I’ve felt this electricity between us before, but now, that we were this close, it was ten times stronger.
“We’ll be at the hotel soon, so you’d have time to rest,” James said to me. “Unless you had something else in mind?”
“No, the hotel is fine,” I smiled, not sure if his words meant something or if it was just my imagination. Our drive to the hotel took much less time than I expected. Our conversation just seemed to flow so easily that I wasn’t even thinking about the time at all. After parking the car, James followed me into the hotel, but all the while I could only think about one thing – I didn’t want him to leave my side, not right now when we finally met.
Our small talk continued to the reception and we were having such a good time bantering. The check-in process went smoothly and soon I had the keys to my room in my hands. Turning over to James, I politely asked, “So you don’t have to walk me all the way to the room if you don’t want to, you've already done so much for me.” As soon as I said those words, I bit on my tongue, secretly hoping that he would come with me.
“Hey, that’s no problem at all Anne. I promised Mr Mitsumoto (our client) that I’d take great care of you and so I must insist.” Grabbing my luggage, James led the way towards the lift lobby.
I don’t know if this was his way of charming me by being such a sweetheart but whatever it was, he was definitely leaving an impression! I just nodded, trying to hide my excitement. We stepped inside the elevator and part of me was excited by the fact that there were only the two of us in this small space.
“Honestly I still can’t believe that you came here after all! I know how busy your schedule must be back in Singapore, but Mr Mitsumoto really insisted that we flew you this weekend because he really loves your photography and your aesthetic eye for detail and quite frankly, I couldn't have agreed more.” There was a warmth and sincerity in his voice and I couldn’t have felt more appreciated and seen in that moment. Then, I felt a light touch on the back of my hand, which at first I thought was an accident but, when the back of his palm continued to stay there, lightly brushing up against mine, it left an impact on me more than I would’ve liked to admit.
Taking my chance, without any words, I gently extended my pinky finger towards his, then the rest of my other fingers, pretending to give them a bit of a stretch. He reciprocated. In that moment, every floor that went by felt like an eternity and with each tease, it shot electricity throughout my body and I knew for certain that I wasn’t alone.
‘DING!’ As the elevator door opened, there was an awkward moment at first then, James held his hand out to open the door ushering me to walk out first and I coyly exited, tucking my hair behind my ear. After a short walk down to my room 801, I finally spoke.
“So, I guess this is goodnight. Thank you so much James for all your hospitality!”
“No problem, glad I could help.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow at… 8am?”
“Yes, that’s right, well… I shouldn’t be holding you up then…” With arms wide open, James leaned in for a hug and I followed. Pressing my chest up against his, he gripped me firmly, both forearms around my back and we stayed that way for a while. I could feel my heart about to explode at this point! As we slowly pulled back, his arms began to loosen its grip, gliding them down from my upper back to my lower back then resting his hands on my hip. Our eyes meet and now our faces are just inches away from one other. I could feel him breathing over me. Heavy. Hot. flustered. Just like mine. Then, without missing a beat, instinctively, our lips immediately locked in with our tongues rolling around passionately, wet and hungry in each other's mouth.
There was a rush in our movements, even if we didn’t acknowledge it. Both of us wanted to just get inside and close the door. I could barely scan my keycard while James struggled to push my luggage into the room. Closing the door behind us, we turned around and continued to pash faces as we clumsily found our way into the room.
With every kiss, excitement and desire filled my body and I opened my mouth for him, feeling his tongue inside. All my tiredness was long gone, transformed by the desire I felt in James’ arms. His mouth was still moving against mine when his hands dipped under my top, touching my stomach, and moving to my breasts. I let out a whimper and James stopped, looking at me.
“Is this okay?” he asked, making me smile. It was endearing to see how much he cared about my comfort. I grabbed his hand, pushing it up until it was laying on my breast.
“More than okay,” I grinned, ready to give all of myself to him.
My trembling hands went to his shirt, fighting the buttons and pulling it off his shoulders, putting my palms on his hard chest. My top was off too, his mouth moving against the top of my breasts, sucking gently and making me moan softly.
“You sound so hot,” James said, sending a rush of goosebumps up my body. “I want to hear you moan louder.”
“Mmm, you’d have to work for it,” I laughed.
“I love a challenge,” James kissed me again, this time messily, making me think even more about the wetness between my legs. “I’m eager to see how much of a mess I can turn you into.” This is a totally wilder side to James that I never imagined existed and somehow, it was hitting all the right notes with me.
After this offer our clothes got off even faster. At that moment I didn’t care that James could see my body for the very first time, that I could see his. James stepped closer to me, his hand laying on my waist, then moving down over the curve of my hip, making me feel excited about what was going to happen next. He looked me right in the eyes when his palm slid lower, right between my legs, making me gasp.
“You’re so wet already Anne,” there was a smug smile on his face, but I didn’t care about it, not now when I could feel his fingers against my clit. “I can’t imagine what you would’ve done if I wasn’t here.”
“I…” I could barely collect my thoughts and he wasn’t even moving his hand against me yet. “Well… I happen to have a vibrator with me… you know… just in case.”
James laughed softly, pulling his hand away, just to push me closer to the bed.
“I love a woman who comes prepared, but I hope you’d prefer my company at the moment.”
“Don’t ever doubt it,” I smiled, feeling growing heat between my legs. I needed James to touch me right this moment before I would start begging him for it.
“I’m sure I can make you cum harder than any toy could anyway,” he moved around the bed and laid on his back, his head resting next to my hips. I looked down over the length of his body, enjoying the view of his hard cock. “You should let me show you.”
He tugged on my leg and I didn’t realize what he wanted at first, but soon all of my doubts were gone – James wanted me to sit on his face. With my cheeks burning, I did it but turned myself so I would face his body and his cock. I wanted to make him enjoy it just as much as he did.
“Come here, sweet Anne,” I heard his words, before he pulled on my thighs, making me lower my body.
His tongue was on my clit in an instant, teasing me, making me moan out loud. The strokes of his tongue were slow and gentle, only igniting my desire. But I didn’t have to suffer alone, did I? I leaned over him, my breasts resting against James’ stomach when I started to lick his tip slowly, my tongue brushing over the firm softness.
“Go slower,” I heard him groan.
“You too,” I could only answer, trying to prolong our mutual pleasure.
The more insistent his tongue was against my folds the deeper I was taking him in my mouth. What started slow and gentle was now turning into something fervent and rushed. My pussy was aching with the pleasure I felt when James was flicking the tip of his tongue over my clit again and again, making my body tense in anticipation. When I was sucking him I was just matching what he did to me, my lips aching around his shaft.
Another one of my moans was muffled with his cock and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I pushed my body forward, letting him see my even wetter slit.
“Make me cum,” I asked, leaving his cock for a moment. “Please.”
“Gladly,” I couldn’t see James’ eyes, but his husky voice told me all I needed to know.
I continued to move my mouth over his shaft, while James pushed his fingers inside my slick core, fucking me fast and insistent. My walls were tightening around him, his thumb on my clit only making my pleasure feel sharper, before my body gave up, letting the pleasure flood me. All of my moans were still muffled by his length, my orgasm squirting onto his chest, creating a mess that James didn’t seem to mind at all.
I tried my best to continue pleasuring him, but seeing my climax seemed to be enough to help James finish too, his warm cum filling up my mouth. I was just glad that I could make him feel just as good as I felt. I rolled off him, laying on my back.
“I don’t think I’d be able to catch any sleep after this,” I confessed, hoping I didn’t look like too much of a mess.
“Then I have another offer,” James smiled, moving closer until our faces were against each other. “We could continue.”
I smiled, leaning for a kiss.
Sleep is overrated anyway.
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