I watch as the chilled wine splashes into a large wine glass, his hand then sliding the glass towards me across the smooth marble kitchen top.
I raise the glass to my lips and I down it in one. It’s not the way I imagine he expected me to drink it, but sipping means conversation and conversation isn’t what I came for.
I move around the large island in the centre of the kitchen, my hand trailing along the cool marble beneath my fingertips. When I reach him his eyes are fixed on me, his own wine glass halfway to his lips, my behaviour having stopped him in his tracks.
I slipped inside of her, like a hot knife through butter. I’d tied her up, fucked around with her, ignored her, treated her like an object and she’d got so wet I could see her juices dripping down towards her arse. When I finally let her come I realised I still wasn’t done with her.
I wanted to fuck her like the greedy little slut she was always so good at being. Her cunt always ready, her filthy little mouth eager to be fucked, and even when I’d had my way with her she’d nuzzle against me, into my neck, against my cock, my feet, essentially anywhere she could reach. Trying to entice a little more action out of me.
Today she had her orders, I’d counted her down to her orgasm, and now she had to count up. How many orgasms could she had while I was pounding her cunt with my cock!
I used a random number generator to select which kink I would start my ‘That’s My Kink’ journey with and I hoped I’d get one that would ease me in slowly, I’m not entirely sure that has happened. We are also going to be covering each kink weekly for our #ProudToBeKinky Patrons which means they will get to hear Bakji’s perspective on all the kink’s I discuss and this isn’t exactly one he’s into, so this is definitely going to be fun!
First of all, let’s start with the why this ‘kink’ isn’t as straightforward as it seems. I try not to make this blog one of gender binaries and try very hard not to gender my posts unnecessarily. When it comes to this particular interest though it very often will involve two cisgendered men. However, I don’t want anyone to feel left out or unloved, so I’d like to make it clear that my queer pervy heart (and fanny) is happy to befriend and perv over all people no matter their gender identity.
Content Warning: Potential themes of Non-Consent, though in my head as I wrote all parties were willing even if explicit consent hadn’t been given, but it may be lines crossed for some people.
I shouldn’t do it! I really, really shouldn’t do it! They both sleep so deeply though and they responded so well the first time, which I never planned, it just kind of … happened!
It all started when I noticed their door was ajar as I went to the bathroom and moving to close it for them I noticed they both slept naked. Curiosity got the better of me and I crept forward to peek, just briefly, at their naked bodies sprawled and interlinking.
It was the curve of her breast that tempted me and as I imagined how they’d feel beneath my fingers I found myself edging ever closer to the bed and soon enough her smooth skin was beneath my touch. I had a feeling I could have asked for this anytime, they’d hinted … I think and flirted .. I think, but I was too embarrassed by my lack of experience to admit I was hot for them too.
I know you were watching us as we kissed under the tree. I bet your breath caught in your throat as he grabbed my arse.
You dirty girl. I know how your mind works.
Didn’t you hear me, I said I wasn’t wat- …
I can imagine your thoughts, wondering if his cock was hard as he moved closer against me, as his tongue probed my mouth, deep and urgent, like his cock would be in my cunt once he got me home.
Why are you saying this?
Because you want me too. It was hard by the way. Solid as a fucking rock, as he fucked me while we discussed how your tits looked in that dress and how he would have come all over them if you’d have joined us.
I would never …
You would and you will. Like I said I saw you watching us, which means I saw you finger your own cunt in public. I watched as your hand slid under the table, as you bit your lip to stop from crying out when you came and I definitely watched when you licked your own juices from your fingers.
Oh … I … I can …
Explain? No let me explain, we’re going to fuck you, it’s going to be the filthiest, sexiest fuck of your life and then you are going to beg us for more and if you’re a good girl, we might oblige. Do I make myself clear?
Um … yes! Yes! I … I … I’ll be good.
Yes my little slut you will be and that starts now, I have a task I set you to see just how good you can be …
My bare skin sticks to the leather couch, my knickers down, my skirt up, access for fingers and tongue to fuck.
Barely visible in the darkness a face gazes down upon me, her painted mouth agape seductively as if inviting someone to fill it.
My own lips mimic hers as you pull my hips towards you, my skin painfully peeling from the leather, as cock meets cunt.
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This week on Instagram someone asked if they could make an enquiry about something personal, it turned out that their question was regarding whether or not I would class myself as a ‘size queen’. I replied that no, size of the penis was not something that I prioritised in my partners. I explained that the chemistry between us and alignment of kink and sexual interests was of far more interest to me, amongst other things of course.
They continued with ‘yeah, yeah, but if all that’s in place do you have a preference for size?’ Which led to my explaining that not all my sexual partners have had penises, and in the absence of a penis I still can and do have really fulfilling sexual and kinky experiences and when a penis is present its usage is irrelevant compared to whether or not the person attached to it is a skilled and passionate lover.
Featured images by Posy Churchgate and used with permission.
‘Alice! Alice! Stop this infernal daydreaming and listen to me, and while you’re at it take off those ridiculous socks!’
Alice raised her gaze slowly and looked at her husband, with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than disdain. Her loving, adventurous Robert was long gone. His corporate job and his commitment to it being greater than to her had turned him into a dull, unloving and even worse, an unlovable man.
‘You know what Robert? I won’t take my socks off, but I will take them away from you. I’m going to bed, don’t bother following. The spare room is all yours tonight.’
I peered through the crack in the door, almost certain of what I’d see and I was not wrong or disappointed. He held in his hands a pair of my knickers, lacy, flimsy and definitely no match for his ever increasing erection.
‘Interesting choice. What made you choose them to wear?’
‘What? I … er …. oh, haha, very funny, no I just found these in my drawer and was putting them back for you.’
‘Or you were planning to wear them, watch porn and have a wank. But now you are going to wear them, not watch porn and be wanked.’