The Rantings - For Adults 18+

The Elusive Third

For probably the first time in our relationship, The Boyfriend’s sex drive is way more active than mine is being, and it has been one of the most pleasant twists. Over the last two weeks, the sex has been incredible.

I’m working on a post about the holiday sex, but today, I want to talk about last night’s sex – because it was mind-blowing! I cannot get over the fact that seven years into it and we’re still finding new things to discover and explore. I think every time we have another first, we fall in love just a little bit more.

He had spent the entire day focused on sex it seemed. I mean, he went about doing a lot of other things but every once and awhile, he’d say something or just look over in a certain way, and you knew that he was thinking of nothing else but what he was going to get to do that evening. Once the kids were all in their rooms, it became a lot less subtle as fingers roamed freely every time a new idea popped into his head.

He was in a very instructive mood, even before the sex began. He grabbed out a dress and stated, “You’ll be wearing this after you get out of your bath!“, and a huge grin swept it’s way across my face. So, I went for a nice long bath and tried to read, but he kept coming up and distracting me with stolen kisses and rough fingers in wet places.

I sat on the couch after the bath, red from the heat and slightly draped by a towel, moisturizing my legs. Even though he was in the middle of video gaming, he couldn’t help but suddenly be completely drawn into the legs – he has a thing for them. Abruptly, he dives between my legs and begins some of the best oral sex I’ve ever been given. Hands all over my thighs, still slick with the moisturizer and tongue and lips working in the most incredible rhythm that had my hands vigorously latched onto the curls of his hair.

He’d walk away and go back to games, leaving me panting on the couch. I’d calm down and go back to moisturizing the next part of my body, and he’d suddenly dive back between my legs and this went on for a good hour. He had come and sat down next to me, and his hands were everywhere as he kissed me deeply. When they finally reached my clit, it seemed like mere moments before I was whispering, “If you keep that up, you’re going to make me cum!” and he smiled back, “Good!“. As soon as he said the first consonant, my body tightened and he pulled me in for a tight hug and long kiss as the waves of my first orgasm crashed over me. “That’s the first!“, he said.

We had agreed we weren’t ready for more sex yet. It was still too early. So, we decided to put on a movie. The idea was to watch it just long enough until we headed upstairs, but My Awkward Sexual Adventure on Netflix ended up being a pretty great movie, so we watched it dedicatedly, with only a few little rubs and grabs here and there.

The second the credits finished rolling, we rushed to get upstairs. I had laid on my stomach before he got into the room and something about this was the best idea ever. He enjoyed that my dress appeared to be see-through (which would make sense, since it’s a really old dress), and crawled on top of me and rubbed my back and ass through the fabric. I had remembered that the last time I wore the dress, I had found a couple unfortunately placed holes, so I was planning on throwing it out. I told The Boyfriend about the holes, and his excitement level went from almost nothing to thrilled!

Immediately he began searching for any holes he could find, planning how he might begin ripping me out of this dress. When he reached his fingers inside the first tiny hole and began to tear, we both gasped taking pleasure in the sound of it. His hand reached inside the hole and his hands, one on my skin and one on my fabric, made me shiver in delight. He ripped another hole and then another hole. His cock was so hard as he slid into one of the holes and directly between my legs, where I was much wetter than I thought I would be.

He teased as he gently kissed my shoulders, his hands exploring my sides and reaching around to feel the curve of the underside of my breast. He whispered in my ear as he laid soft kisses on the lobe, “From right now, you’re going to do everything that I say, okay?” and I cheekily replied, “Yes, Sir!” and we both grinned wildly. He lifted off of me and began ripping the dress more. He pulled hard until the three holes he had previously made larger became one large hole. He admired his work for a moment before continuing on and ripping the dress all the way around to the front, turning my ankle-length tank-top dress into a butt-length smock.

He flipped me over onto my back to remove the bottom part of the torn dress, and carelessly penetrated me as he continued ripping up the bottom into smaller pieces. After he had a few pieces ripped off, he told me to sit up and moved away from me. I sat cross-legged and he moved behind me. Without a word, he placed a piece of the ripped dress over my eyes and tied it tightly behind my head. He breathed into my ear, “Are you okay?” and I said, “Yes“. “Good! Well then, get on your hands and knees!” and I asked, “Facing which way?” and he said, “Window” and I shakily moved to the right spot.

He let out the slightest moan and I smiled. He grabbed my feet and put them together and then grabbed another piece of the dress and tightened my ankles together. I could feel him moving closer to me, could feel the heat of him, but when his lips took in my dangling nipples – well, I hadn’t expected that at all. I jumped away from him and feeling suddenly disoriented, “Did you turn the lights off?“. “Nope, you okay?“, he asked concerned, as his hands continued touching me in ways that I felt unable to anticipate.

He grabbed my arms and lifted them up behind me and playfully pushed my head into the pillow. He wrapped another piece of dress around my wrists and tied them together. I could feel him stand back and admire his work, his innovation, and when his fingers easily slid into my wetness, he knew I was more than ready to feel him. He mounted me fast and rough and hard, and I felt like my whole body was going to topple over. I didn’t feel connected to my limbs and when he’d run the tips of his fingers across them, I’d giggle at the strangeness of it.

He pulled out of me and pulled me up by the rags around my wrists, until I was kneeling. I sat waiting and he ripped the front of my dress, exposing one breast. He roughly grabbed them and kissed them before guiding my mouth to his cock. We awkwardly managed this, as I was still wearing the blindfold and kept flinching every time he’d get close. I’d feel something near my cheek and pull back and he’d pull me closer and wordlessly direct me to the right spot.

He undid the tie around my ankles, laid down on the bed and ordered, “Now, get on top of me!” and I literally laughed out loud because I was suddenly aware of how difficult it was to move around when I couldn’t see anything or use my hands. He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”, and he wrapped one arm around me and used the other to help me lift my leg high enough to get over him without accidentally kneeing him anywhere special.

It took me a bit to acquaint myself with our positioning. He used his hands and his strength to put me exactly as he wanted me, and his pleasure was audible when we got to the point of penetration. He grabbed my phone and tried to snap pictures, but the real thing was too good for him, and after three blurry pictures, he threw the phone down and one hand went between my legs and the other grabbed frantically at my exposed and unexposed breasts.

He reached around behind me and undid the tied up dress pieces from my wrists and from around my eyes and I fell into his waiting arms to receive an incredibly passionate kiss. He held me tightly and ran his hands over my hair to brush it out of my face and inquired confidently, “You okay?” and I nodded, feeling all sorts of floaty.

He rolled me onto my back and quickly penetrated me, both of us more than ready for my second orgasm. My hands went to work on my clit as he hit this new spot that we’ve just discovered that always feels epic for me. My right hand circled my clit and my left hand went between his chest and his ass, gripping and clawing the former and gently following the curve of the latter.

He watched me grinning, as the second orgasm rippled over me. I bucked right off of him and then quickly pushed him back in and convulsed as he gently rocked his hips. I shuddered at the final pulse of my pussy and he moaned, “That’s two!“. I snuggled into his forearms, placed beside my head, and kissed the veins pulsing in them. “Ready for the next one?“, he asked and I nodded, going straight back to circling my clit as he ripped open the rest of the front of my dress.

The third orgasm would just not come. He kept on, even though sweat was literally wicking off his back and chest and burning his eyes. He kept on, even though we both had to stop long enough to pick strands of my hair off of our fingers and arms and legs. He kept on for so long and I finally heaved, “I need you to cum!” and his eyes lit up. He had been so concerned about my pleasure up to this point and my orgasms, that I don’t think it had even occurred to him to orgasm. He was going to last, no matter what!

“Please Daddy, fill me up“, I whispered as I ran my hands up through his hair, pulling just gently, “Cum for me!“, I encouraged and he thrust harder and faster, the sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest, the heat of him and our stubborn orgasms, making my arms and shins sweat. “It’s…“, he panted and I pulled him close, “I know“, and he collapsed over me, kissing my cheek before asking, “You ready?“. I nodded and he rolled exhausted into his spot.

I continued to work towards my third orgasm as we came down from the experience, talking about the best moments. Normally, this not a sexy conversation, it’s more analytical. But he was working on helping me orgasm, so he made it a sexier conversation full of compliments. “I loved how you had such a hard time moving with the blindfold on! You needed me so much. And your neck looked so good all tight and glistening with sweat.” and I smiled shyly. His hands caressed my thigh as I frantically worked on my clit, the orgasm seemingly escaping me.

I was ready to give up. My arms were soaked in sweat, my whole vulvular area felt swollen and well-used. I didn’t think it was going to happen. He grabbed my leg just right at exactly the right moment and the third orgasm, the elusive one, was the most intense of the night. I’m normally a toe-up type of girl, where the orgasm starts in the toes and radiates up from there. This time, it started in my jaw. I clenched tightly, as it dragged it’s way down my body. My stomach tightened and then my legs pushed hard into the mattress as my toes bent around the blankets. A monotonous clenched moan droned from between my lips and The Boyfriend wrapped his arm around me, consuming me in a hug, as I violently shook and clenched frantically beneath him.

He kissed my cheek and we separated, the sweat now sticky and gross, not sexy and fun. He opened the window wide and I turned on the fan, both of us ready for the night to be done. He was beyond exhausted and I had been thoroughly used. I kissed him hard, “Oh, I really do love you so much!” and he muttered, half asleep, “I really do love you too…” and after a few moments, as his eyes could no longer stay open, “…so much“.

I swear, I went to sleep grinning like a fool!

The Writing - For Adults 18+

Familiar

Of all the hours that make up a day, the two hours that made up her commute home were by far the most tedious. Every day, she tried to feel optimistic about the weather, the traffic, the music in the car, anything – and every day she’d fail miserably as she’d tap on the steering wheel irritated, shaking her leg vigorously and staring aggressively at anyone who looked her way.

The final minutes of her drive always seemed like the longest. The light on the block before her street always seemed to be red and the streets bustled endlessly with what felt like the entire city to her exhausted mind. She’d try to distract herself by watching the people walking past her vehicle, but somehow this always seemed to irritate her more and she’d throw up her hands as she pressed on the brakes, cursing into the wind about her perceived misfortune.

Pulling into the driveway was always met with an audible sigh of relief. She’d pull her key out of the ignition and slump back against her seat, taking a long deep breath before grabbing her briefcase and opening the door. Her legs shook as she’d come to standing and she’d slam the door behind her with the heel of her shoe.

Her keys would slide into the lock of her front door with ease and the familiar click of them turning into place was enough to bring a smile to her face. She’d push open the door and he’d be on bended knee waiting to take her briefcase. She’d plop it down in his waiting arms and give him a kiss on the forehead, before retreating to her bedroom.

The bedroom door was always left slightly ajar, and he would kneel patiently outside it waiting for her to de-compress. First, she’d pull off her earrings and carelessly toss them in her jewelry dish. Her watch and necklace came next and then the buttons of her shirt. Sometimes she’d leave her shirt on and sometimes she’d take it off. She’d sit on the edge of her bed.

I want you“, she’d whispered.

He’d crawl into the room, his head down and his eyes fixated on the floor before him. He’d kneel in front of her and she’d curl her finger under his chin, lifting his eyes to meet hers.

Have you been a good boy today?“, she’d ask him sweetly and he’d nod his head vigorously, “Good. Now get these shoes off of me!“, she’d command uninterested.

Eagerly and without fumbling, he would slide the heel off her foot and gently massage her toes. He’d move his hands up her legs massaging the smooth muscles of her calves and clawing at the skin of her thighs. He’d unhook her garter strap from the top of her stockings and gently roll them off her leg, delighting in the revealing of her flesh.

If she wanted him to go further, she’d pull up her skirt ever so slightly, inviting him to explore her more fully. If she wanted him to wait, she’d rise and proceed to her mirror to brush out her long hair, which had spent the entire day at the office wrapped in a tight bun. He’d move to kneel beside her and wait for her next instruction.

I think I need a drink“, she would comment, as if to no one, and he would scurry out of the room on his hands and knees. After the door was closed slightly behind him, he’d rise to his feet and continue to the kitchen to prepare her a glass of red wine, which he had already decanted in preparation of her arrival. She’d still be in her chair at her mirror when he’d arrive.

He’d walk over to her, his eyes focused on the goblet of liquid. Kneeling down before her, he’d raise the glass up to her and she’d pat him on the head after receiving it. “Thank you darling. Now, please be a dear and prepare yourself for me.“, her voice dripping with honey, “And don’t bother asking me all these stupid questions. I deal with that all day, I don’t need it from you too!“, snapping at him suddenly.

Crawling on his hands and knees again, he’d exit the room and rise as he proceeded to the basement, where they had a small collection of equipment and devices that would cause the most pleasurable of pain and excite the dullest of sensations. While the collection was small, the possibilities were endless.

He’d climb up onto the converted massage table. One of his first projects as her pet was to build this table and she was very specific about how it should be built. Like a regular massage table, it would have a small opening for the face. Unlike a regular massage table, it would also have a small rectangular opening near the nipple area and a larger round opening in the genital area. The table was built on a base and had extendable legs, so that she could raise and lower him to her needs.

He grew in size the moment he heard her heel hit the first step. The familiar clunk of her stiletto on the stair caused his muscles to ripple involuntarily. He’d count her steps every time and by the thirteenth stair he was clawing at the soft leather covering the table. Fourteen and fifteen and he’d turn his head to see her come towards him.

She’d pick up her favorite crop, a solid and sturdy piece she had gotten as a birthday present. It’s black leather was slightly worn and it warmed quickly upon use. She’d trace the curves of his body with the edge of the crop, starting at his feet, which always made him squirm and working her way up over his muscular calves, his shapely thighs and lightly over the downy hair on his rear.

She’d start with gentle smacks on his backside, just barely lifting the crop off his skin. He’d lay silently watching her every move out of the corner of his eye, reveling in the calm that seemed to surround her. She’d rub her hand down his back and over his firm ass, rubbing him softly before bringing her hand down swiftly on his cheeks. He’d squirm slightly as she lifted her hand away.

She’d return to the crop, this time harder and faster. She’d bring the crop down upon him with more force and her blows were successive. An even number of hits was placed on each side and after a couple really hard ones, he was nicely reddened. She’d rub her hands over the forming welts and kiss his flesh feeling the warmth of him against her lips. She could almost never resist allowing a hand to wander to his stiff cock hanging beneath the table and he always cooed at the touch of her.

She’d walk away and he’d watch her intently. Sometimes they would have casual conversations about their days and sometimes they said nothing at all. Sometimes she spoke to him nastily, striking him down with harsh words and other times, she’d banter with him playfully, flirtatiously. He’d been with her long enough to know what was coming for him next based on the tone of her voice. If she was happy, she’d want pleasuring. But if she was unhappy, she’d want to make him unhappy too.

Did you get all your work done today?“, she’d say, her eyebrow arching in anticipation. “Yes!“, he’d respond loudly, ensuring that she’d hear him. “Oh really? All of it?“, she’d push, hoping to catch him in some sort of way to warrant a punishment, but he’d always respond, “Yes, all of it.”. And even the times she would check on his work, it would always be done to her exact specifications. He really was such a good boy.

She’d signal with her hand for him to turn onto his back and eagerly, he’d obey. Pulling his swollen member from the hole it had been situated in and rolling to allow it to spring forth, she could never help the smile in her eyes at the first sight of his beautiful cock, glistening to with his arousal.

She’d place her hands in his hair and lean over him for a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other fully. Her hands traveled down his neck and when she reached the soft padding of his chest, she extended her fingers and dug her nails into his supple flesh. He’d moan slightly as she’d being to tug down his body, his body tightening from chest to stomach and over his hips and thighs.

She’d pull a strap from the bottom of the table and wrap it over his ankles, buckling it tight to the other side of the table. She’d tickle his feet and giggle as he tried to kick and continue on to the next strap just below his knees. She’d rub her hands up his thighs as she reached for the next strap, pulling it taut to the table. Another strap was added across his chest and one across his midsection holding his arms close to his body.

Now, lay very still darling.“, she’d coo as she removed her heels and any other clothes she was wearing that day. His eyes followed her every move and his breath quickened every time she came near him. His fingers stretched out to her involuntarily and he’d groan softly as his cock throbbed.

She’d crawl on top of him, the table having just enough room for her feet to rest comfortably beside his body. She’d squat down onto him, lowering herself slowly and carefully. Her knees would be bent right up to her chest as she reached the pinnacle of deepness and her head always tilted back. He’d wiggle slightly, his hips desperately wanting to thrust into her, and she’d squeeze his nipples hard to remind him not to move.

Harder she’d bob up and down on his member, delighting in the sensation of him deep within her. Her hands would move behind her and rest on his thighs, and she’d open up her entire body for his viewing pleasure – her breasts bouncing freely and her pussy dripping with wetness. He’d gasp at the sight of her, his eyes roaming every inch of available skin.

Oh my… yes… Such a good boy!“, she’d mutter through her clenched jaw. Her muscles would clench and twitch, and her hands would jump to his chest. She’d take him harder and faster, the feeling of her making him pulsate vigorously. “Now!“, she’d snarl at him, the familiar tone of the end of her orgasm and he would close his eyes tight concentrating on the sensations surrounding his hardened cock. Pulling against the straps on his thighs, his hips desperately craving the experience of thrusting, his forehead covered in sweat, he’d erupt into an orgasm that would leave his body heaving beneath the sturdy leather straps.

She’d undo the strap around his chest and gently lay kisses on his forehead, his neck and his upper arms. “You have been so good to me.“, she’d whisper quietly, as she undid the strap about his midsection. He’d exhale heavily as each strap was released. She’d finish the same way she started, with a soft tickle of his toes and they’d giggle with each other, as he’d playfully kick his feet.