It was an Italian sweet red wine that we had been sipping on for the past hour as we leisurely laid on the couch exploring each other's body. A large towel had been draped along the cushions. We enjoyed making each other extremely wet. Taking turns burying our faces in between thighs, mouths and tongues licking and drooling over sensitive skin, fingers exploring and penetrating sacred places. Getting lost in each other was always easy. The connection and melting between our bodies, familiar and welcomed after a long work week.
My mouth was dry and the wine was refreshing as it smoothly flowed over my lips and down my throat. My fingers swirled over the fine hairs lining that 'V' that trailed down to his cock. I looked up at his handsome face, his eyes closed, mouth half open in contentment. I tipped the wine glass and slowly poured a few drops into the small crevice of his naval. He flinched but kept his eyes closed. I poured more until it started to run along his cock, balls and drip into the crack of his ass. My tongue quickly licked along his skin and the taste was delightful as he moved reacting to the probing of my mouth. The texture of his flesh was warm and the sweet red wine mixed with his own scent made me want to bury my face deeper into him imprinting his creases onto my face. My nose and mouth followed the trail of wine down to his anus and he moaned as my tongue licked around his sensitive opening. My finger slipped inside him as I continued to lick back up to his ball sack and swirl one ball at a time in my mouth. The sweet aroma and taste continued to arouse my senses. I reached for more wine and drenched him again. His body always surrendered to whatever pleasure I desired to explore. His head back as far as it could go against the arm of the couch. His mouth fully opened in an "awwww' position. His hands reaching toward me, yet suspended in air.
Still between his legs I looked up at this man lost in arousal. His nerves heightened, his cock hard and bobbing from my slightest touch. The smell of his need mixed with the wine was intoxicating and made me long to feed off of him. To lick, devour and consume every lustful morsel that inhabited his soul.
My tongue licked along his shaft from the base to the tip of it's head. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with wine never forgotten.
To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site Sexual Destinies!
Today is about submission and the motivator behind it. For some men, it's the objectification. For others into pain it's the endorphin released causing the rush they crave. Then there are those who desire to please even at their own discomfort at times. Many forms and motivators of submission. The important factor is that both dom/top and submissive/bottom understand the why and take the journey together. It's the understanding and authenticity that gives both parties involved the rush and pleasure they seek.
This is from the TV show Elementary. The male lead is a kinky masochistic detective and the woman his business partner. What is incredible about this gif is the look on his face as she is tending to a wound on his back. I haven't seen this scene yet but knowing the story line, he's an clean heroine addict so would not take anything to numb the pain of what she is doing.
Look at his facial expression! There's contentment, then a hint of a smile as he anticipates the coming pain, then the pain and deep breath as he licks his lips and bites in pleasurable agony! He is lost in her touch and sucking every detail of what she is doing to him. This is what makes me wet! Gawd!
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"Put my bag over there by the small table. Strip and bring me your collar and leash."
He didn't like pain. Never liked pain or punishment. His only desire was to serve her, love her, cherish and worship her. Plant his body at her disposal even if it meant that privately there would be times she would inflict some pain on him. He was there to service her, love her, watch her and be owned by her.
She had planned this night with another. She always had others that she played with publicly. And for months now had one primary that she was training. He needed pain, needed to be broken...she was drawn to give him all he needed. The discovery of what lied beneath the tough exterior of a man always brought the sadistic side of her out. But he had never watched her with another. Was uncertain of the reaction it would cause deep inside him.
Work had kept him away from her and unexpectedly this night had opened up for him. So he tagged along. To serve. To finally watch.
He placed her bag on the table and began removing his clothing. It was his first time disrobing in public. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see others busy talking, playing, lost in their own desires. A few were off to the side looking their way. He pushed their faces out of his mind and concentrated on why he was there. To watch.
Naked, exposed he walked to her with collar and leash in hand and knelt before her. She leaned into him and placed the collar around his neck. The smell of leather from her black leather corset mixed with her own scent drifting from between her legs made his heart yearn for her touch. She clicked the leash to the ring on his collar and pressed his head against her crotch. Her fingers running along his shaved head.
"Be a good boy and serve me well." She whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek. Then she turned toward the naked man she had tied to the cross before her.
He soon found that would be the last of her attention towards him for the next few hours. With the exception of taking and handing her whatever implement she desired to use on her boy before her, her focus was on that man and his own heart rushed with longing each time she touched him tenderly between the assaults against his flesh.
He watched as her hands would gently glide across the cheeks of his ass. Warming them, preparing his flesh for more.
He watched as her fingers moved from his shoulders down his back leaving a trial of nail impressions behind.
He watched as she swiftly moved the flogger across his skin as he flinched with each strike and muffled the sound of his pain.
He watched her press her body firmly against his and reach around to twist his nipples, run her hands along the shaft of his cock and gather his balls into her hand.
He watched as she whispered into his ear things that caused his body to sigh and surrender even further to her.
He watched as the intimate scene between them continued to unfold. His mind fighting back his own insecurities that maybe he's not enough for her. He tried not to follow the thoughts that started to compare himself to the one on the cross that had her interest. Did she enjoy touching him more? Was the boy's cock more pleasing to her than his own? His own cock, aroused and yearning for her touch and attention.
He closed his eyes for a moment trying to center his emotions and felt her hand on his shoulder. She reach for his chin and raised his lowered head. She pressed the flogger into his hand and he exchanged it for the crop. She ran her hand again over his head and down to his cheek. "Soon." She softly whispered and turned her attention back to the boy.
He watched and reminded himself that pleasing her was continually his goal.
He watched and knew all that was being built up inside her would soon be released on him.
"I'm hungry." He said stepping up to me as I leaned my hips against the oven door.
I was a bit slow at first, feeling the warm buzz of the whisky concoction we had been sipping on, but quickly understood he wasn't talking about the pizza. His hand went to my crotch that warmed at his grasp. "I need to taste this, now."
"Mmmmm... that kind of hunger."
He got on his knees before me and undid the belt to my jeans, unzipped and shimmied them slowly over my hips and down my legs. The seductive way he had of undressing me, the sensuality and sexuality that washed over him, changing him to where he became consumed with pleasing me was intoxicating. He stood and his hands touched my sides and moved up gathering my sweater along the way until it was up and over my head. I stood before him in my black lace panties and bra.
His mouth was on my mouth, then my cheeks, down my neck until his lips kissed and nibbled my breasts through the lace.
My hands went to his head and gently pushed him back down on his knees. He licked my inner thighs and my hips pushed against his face wanting more of his mouth and wet tongue. He traced my lips through my panties until his saliva was mixing with my juices that flowed easily with anticipation. His tongue flatten and lapped along the drenched lace.
I entwined my fingers through his soft grey streaked hair. Just enough length for me to get a firm grasp. One push of his face against me then brought him back up to his feet. His body sliding up along mine until he reached my mouth and I devoured him with my own lustful hunger.
His kisses were slow and long as if I was a delicacy for him to savor. My hands reached under his sweater and started to gather it to pull over his head. He stepped back grabbing it himself and as he lifted it off I started to unbutton his shirt. He joined in the effort and I turned facing the oven wanting him behind me. I heard the shirt fall to the floor as he got on his knees once more. His tongue and hands worked their way up my legs. I leaned forward and lifted my right leg opening the way to his goal. I easily got lost in his moans and insatiable hunger for my juices. He pressed his face against my cunt and ass as his mouth and tongue explored the depths of his desire. He moved further up my back until standing. I heard his zipper and his pants fall to his feet. I reached behind me and pulled his cock closer until it was between my legs. He placed his hands on my hips and I slowly moved my wet cunt over his shaft and head.
My panties were drenched by now. "Take them off and fuck me baby."
He slid them off and leaned forward against me. His arms reached around and kneaded my breasts through the black lace. One hand worked on my nipples while the other unlatched the bra allowing my breasts to fall freely. My bra hung on my outstretched arms as his hips continued to slide his cock over the lips of my pussy. The slippery sensation drove my desire for him higher and I clenched my thighs together to heighten the friction. I lifted one arm, then the other and the bra flew across the room. His breath was warm and heavy on the back of my neck as he taunted me with his cock.
"I said fuck me baby!"
"No." He whispered against my ear.
"I want you in our bed." He turned me around. His hands gathered my long hair and pulled me against him. "I need you in our bed. I'm going to fuck you there. "
"You're going to...." His mouth came down hard on mine slightly bruising my lips. His tongue invading my words and almost taking my breath.
"Preheat the oven." His words moved over my lips. The pizza was already in the oven but we hadn't turned it on.
I turned and set the temperature as he kicked off his jeans from around his feet. Now both naked he pressed again against me, his cock moving once more in between my thighs. I smiled thinking I'm getting him now. I relaxed against him enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding along my wet pussy readying it to slip inside. I lifted on my toes for him to gain entrance. That first thrust always causing a sigh from my lips. He entered but only briefly. Three long slow thrusts and he was out again.
"Our bed baby." He growled in a low tone.
He turned me around, two fingers seizing my cunt as he kissed along my neck and up to my mouth before I could express my frustration. His mouth captured mine and his seductive kiss vanquished any objections I had. I needed him inside me. I didn't care where, only that I needed him at that moment. To feel one, to feel full. To feel consumed by his passion. There was only the heat, lust and explosive chemistry that flowed between us. Nothing outside of that existed in that moment.
His hands gathered me up against him and carried me down the hall to our bed. My arms wrapped around his neck, my mouth whispering in his ear what I would do to him once there. To his cock. To his ass. To his mind.
Our clothes left scattered across the kitchen floor. Evidence of our continued decadence.