Re: [cuyahoga] Chapter Two
Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 5:44 am
Okay ... yeah, she really enjoyed it. Missionary, kissing, necking, petting, sucking her nipples, and fucking her ... my whole body going through very familiar motions, the feedback of her pleasure as she let me pound her, and stop, pound her and stop ... and my cock only feeling the unrelenting steel bars ... true and total, literal, mind fuck.
I fucked her the way I can’t. Even if I’ve had an orgasm every day for a week and twice on Sunday an hour ago, I can’t fuck her like that. When she starts up her crescendo of vocal, it makes me cum. It’s something that I secretly loathe in my sexual ability. I can’t fuck her like that; like I can tell she would want sometimes (thank god it’s only sometimes, or I would really feel actually an inadequate lover).
I cuckolded myself.
After the missionary, we rolled over, and before she slid back onto the dildo, she positioned herself back farther, over the cage. The harness forces it to point down, towards my feet, and she was able to easily slide her now unbelievably wet pussy along the length of it. I cannot even express. I could feel it through the bars, completely, and it hurt so good. Then she went back to the dildo...
A couple of position changes later, she said she wanted me inside her ... for seven strokes. We stopped so I could take off the harness and the cage, and then she counted them off as I slowly slid in and out of her. I was truly whimpering at this point. I had left the base ring on, and that was the only thing keeping me slightly back from an edge at that point. She pushed me out on seven, and rolled me over. She ground herself along the underside of my shaft, back and forth. Again, thank god for the base ring.
Because when I said ‘eight’, she lifted off, and told me to get back in the cage. I couldn’t control my reaction at all. And it was negative. And pleading. And she replied to it, “You said, ‘more and meaner.’” I almost could’ve cried from the weirdest combination of joy and pain at the moment...
I knelt beside the bed, trying to suppress the massive erection supported by the base ring, trying to get the cage back on. She was laying at eye level, on her stomach, intentionally swaying her slightly uplifted ass back and forth in front of me. It took a while, and wasn’t pretty, but finally it was back on.
She wanted the harness back on, too, and then we were back at it ... a lot more fucking, this time with pauses for me to lick her, going back and forth, until finally she came.
The cage was off for maybe six minutes of pleasure, and ten minutes of struggle to put back on, and we had fucked for almost an hour.
I’m quivering with joy right now. I can’t sleep, I can make myself literally swoon just thinking about last night, and my cock will not stop throbbing in the cage.
She hinted in conversation yesterday to my suspicion that she had always intended to let me cum on this weekend ... and then added that she was having second thoughts about that. It almost went to a deeper conversation about the game, but I stopped her. “Do what you need to do this weekend,” I said, “but tell me about those thoughts on Tuesday next week.” She validated that idea, but I don’t think she’ll end up talking about it.
Later, dirty talk as we were engaged, she added to the idea of the second thoughts, saying maybe she’d give me a ruined or minimized orgasm. That’s not her language, but that’s what she described, ending with, “... that just leaves you desperate for more...”
I have no idea if she’s saying these things to torment me and keep me guessing, or not. She said last night that she was reconsidering letting me cum, and there was something unspoken that would be an issue with that.
I’m going to wait and see and let her do what she wants to do. I’ve presented the best me this time, it was easier for me to make it easier on her this time. It’s up to her now. I’m almost positive she understands what I want; I’m not going to talk about it.
Happy Friday. I think there’s going to be a lot more to this weekend’s tale.
I fucked her the way I can’t. Even if I’ve had an orgasm every day for a week and twice on Sunday an hour ago, I can’t fuck her like that. When she starts up her crescendo of vocal, it makes me cum. It’s something that I secretly loathe in my sexual ability. I can’t fuck her like that; like I can tell she would want sometimes (thank god it’s only sometimes, or I would really feel actually an inadequate lover).
I cuckolded myself.
After the missionary, we rolled over, and before she slid back onto the dildo, she positioned herself back farther, over the cage. The harness forces it to point down, towards my feet, and she was able to easily slide her now unbelievably wet pussy along the length of it. I cannot even express. I could feel it through the bars, completely, and it hurt so good. Then she went back to the dildo...
A couple of position changes later, she said she wanted me inside her ... for seven strokes. We stopped so I could take off the harness and the cage, and then she counted them off as I slowly slid in and out of her. I was truly whimpering at this point. I had left the base ring on, and that was the only thing keeping me slightly back from an edge at that point. She pushed me out on seven, and rolled me over. She ground herself along the underside of my shaft, back and forth. Again, thank god for the base ring.
Because when I said ‘eight’, she lifted off, and told me to get back in the cage. I couldn’t control my reaction at all. And it was negative. And pleading. And she replied to it, “You said, ‘more and meaner.’” I almost could’ve cried from the weirdest combination of joy and pain at the moment...
I knelt beside the bed, trying to suppress the massive erection supported by the base ring, trying to get the cage back on. She was laying at eye level, on her stomach, intentionally swaying her slightly uplifted ass back and forth in front of me. It took a while, and wasn’t pretty, but finally it was back on.
She wanted the harness back on, too, and then we were back at it ... a lot more fucking, this time with pauses for me to lick her, going back and forth, until finally she came.
The cage was off for maybe six minutes of pleasure, and ten minutes of struggle to put back on, and we had fucked for almost an hour.
I’m quivering with joy right now. I can’t sleep, I can make myself literally swoon just thinking about last night, and my cock will not stop throbbing in the cage.
She hinted in conversation yesterday to my suspicion that she had always intended to let me cum on this weekend ... and then added that she was having second thoughts about that. It almost went to a deeper conversation about the game, but I stopped her. “Do what you need to do this weekend,” I said, “but tell me about those thoughts on Tuesday next week.” She validated that idea, but I don’t think she’ll end up talking about it.
Later, dirty talk as we were engaged, she added to the idea of the second thoughts, saying maybe she’d give me a ruined or minimized orgasm. That’s not her language, but that’s what she described, ending with, “... that just leaves you desperate for more...”
I have no idea if she’s saying these things to torment me and keep me guessing, or not. She said last night that she was reconsidering letting me cum, and there was something unspoken that would be an issue with that.
I’m going to wait and see and let her do what she wants to do. I’ve presented the best me this time, it was easier for me to make it easier on her this time. It’s up to her now. I’m almost positive she understands what I want; I’m not going to talk about it.
Happy Friday. I think there’s going to be a lot more to this weekend’s tale.