I created new rules for my partner and I wanted everyone's opinion.
I feel like this is a well-rounded set of rules that other doms should implement into their dynamics too! 😏
I have been having this fantasy recently based on some real-life events. I think it'd be so hot if me and another guy from a friend-couple let our partners make out with each other. I don't know how fully into it I'd be, but the idea sounds exciting!
So, before going into any sort of depth, I'm obliged to give a trigger warning for anyone coming across this post. Below this warning I'm going to be talking about things sexual in nature, myself, and my current situation. It may be vulgar, but it's simply so I can cope with what's happening a bit easier.
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Phew... Now that that is out of the way, here we go. My partner and I are on a temporary move to a new town for an internship opportunity. In this new environment, I found myself getting hot very quickly. Like I'm talking about the humidity causing me to sweat while sitting inside. It was awful, many nights I'd sleep without a blanket. But eventually my partner got me one of those cooling blankets and that was a lifesaver. I could finally go to sleep without feeling super hot. However, this blanket, along with our internship, leads into the problem I'm going to rant about today.
Our amount of physical contact has been so much less and it's driving me insane. For me, my sexual appetite seems to always be unhinged, ready to go at a moments notice practically 99.9% of the time. My partner on the other hand, has 2 separating factors holding her back. One is work itself. Whenever she gets stressed she's less likely to be in that headspace. Secondly, there's health issues. I won't get into them here for her own privacy of course, but a few of them can sometimes change her mood and libido on a hormonal level and unless there is very specific amounts of medication it may simply stay low. Now, on top of that, there is the blanket itself. This lovely piece of material is a dream but since she gets cold at times where I'm hot, we haven't been sharing a blanket like usual. This means we are touching even less.
I find myself slowly drifting away from certain things in an attempt to quell my lust. I've began taking cold showers, using the cold blanket to keep me cool at night, we've been kissing and flirting less too. But in a way, that made my desire burn even brighter. On the one hand, cold showers and environments provide a literal scientific change within the body, promoting blood flow. So when I'm hard, I'm hard.
Well, yesterday, my partner and I had a discussion. She showed concern about why I don't seem to attempt to flirt with her like I do early on. I confessed that I'm essentially trying to protect her from myself. She, however, blames herself for her libido being low, but I try to reassure her that my libido being so high is much less common. But after that discussion we ended uo flirting throughout the day. Taking an initiative to just tease and prod and have fun. It felt nice. But it made me want her all the more.
My body has finally adjusted to the humidity. So I'm no longer sweating like crazy, even without the cooling blanket. My partner actually asked if I wanted to share a blanket this night, and I agreed. But folks, when I tell you that is what caused me to fall off the deep end. She is so warm and soft. I couldn't recall the last time I could slide my hand along her thighs, cheeks, chest, butt, etc. I was hard like a rock instantly. Even when I dozed off, the dreams began. Possessive dreams. Dreams where I didn't feel fully like I was in control.
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One last warning, it gets really intense here!
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These dreams were vivid almost like they were really happening, only I had no say in what went down. My dreams consisted of sex with my partner. Aggressive. I recall one part of my dream, I had my cock inside of her pussy, my hand gripped around her face and I kept asking her who she belongs to, who her pussy belongs to. I remember saying that I wouldn't move a muscle until she gave me the right answer and that I wanted her to watch as I began thrusting into her. To watch as I filled her up to the brim with my cum. I had more dreams like this, some more raunchy than the last and before I knew it, I woke up. It was super early, quiet. She's still asleep even as I'm typing this. And I found that the hard-on I had fell asleep with hours ago was still there now, pulsing harder than ever, hard as steel.
From here I found myself absentmindedly feeling her body. Dragging my hand along her thighs, gently squeezing her butt. I was hard as a rock. My mind flooded with thoughts of just shoving my cock inside while she slept and I regret that deeply. I realized I wasn't doing myself much good, so here I am in the restroom pouring cold water on my shaft in the hopes that it calms down enough for me to go back to bed. I seriously needed to rant about this badly, because sex just sounds like one of the only things I need right now even though I know it isn't. And my attempts to not center my life around it are making it harder to ignore. It's like I'm relapsing, but instead of drugs, it's the idea of sliding into a wet, warm, hole again.
For anyone who has made it this far, thank you for holding on with me. I think being able to tell someone (or everyone in this case, lol) has really helped me tonight. Have a good one!
I've been sweating so badly lately, so my partner got me a cooling blanket. She was so excited, it was so cute! And the blanket is absolutely awesome. I slept like a baby, no sweat!
That is all. 🫡
We were talking about going to the farmer's market. We had never gone of course, and were curious about it. But as curious as we were, our arousal was even more so. With her latest endeavors of smut and dirty romance films as well as my unquenchable sex drive, we couldn't help but fall into the pit of lust for eachother.
Before long she was kissing me. We were kissing for a while, enjoying the feeling as we slowly removed our clothes making our way to the bed between breathes. I laid her down and begin kissing down down her body. First her neck, then her chest, down her stomach, and along her thighs. After some teasing, I placed a few gentle kisses right outside her entrance. She apologized that she was untrimmed; But I simply ignored her, humming with delight as my tongue snuck its way through her growing forest to the delicious secret hidden within.
She began to groan right away, and this excited me all the more as I began to spit, nibble, and soak my face in her juices. She apologized once more, asking if she tasted okay. I said yes, showing my agreement by sliding my tongue as deep as it could go, thus soaking my tongue with her delicious nectar. After she had reached her peak, my needy girl grew greedy and began begging for my fingers. I happily obliged. I slid my fingers deep inside, feeling her wetness soak them, allowing for easier movement. And it was at that particular moment that I had an idea. An evil idea. Just as she was getting close to climaxing once more, I stopped, pulling my fingers out quickly.
Of course I put them back in, but this time, I was moving agonizingly slow for her. I did it two more times after that. My member was pulsing eagerly. I then whispered... "Counter offer." Between her moans and the sounds of her wetness covering my palm she responded "What?" I, slyly said "How about we fuck now, and go to the farmer's market next weekend?"
This concerned her just a bit. "But you seemed so excited to go..." She could barely focus as my fingers slowly curled inside of her.
By this point I leaned in close. "Of course I wanted to go, but I missed you even more... So what will it be?"
That was all she needed. She agreed to my terms in a heartbeat, practically grinding towards the direction of my hand. Because of her answer, it's almost like I revieved a burst if energy as I fingered her to climax once more. She came down from her metaphorical "high" much a quicker this time, demanding to be filled. And who am I to disregard the request if a needy little slut?
So of course, I slid inside or her. And fuck... It felt so good. We were perfectly in sync, and before long my hand was around her throat. This made her giggle. The combination of being filled with cock while cutting off blood flow from her neck always puts this adorable smile on her face and I absolutely love it.
I knew I wouldn't last long. Part of me wanting to fill her up, to rip off this piece of latex that I was wearing and really pump her full. But I didn't. We had a scare some time back and decided to take birth control seriously. But this didn't stop me from finishing inside. She came around my cock once, and when she reached her second, I was right behind her, going as deep as I could inside of her and emptying my load into the condom.
It really is tragic. Such a perfect womapp]n deserves to be filled, but until we are ready for kids or I get a vasectomy, that breeding kink will have to accept the condom. 🫣
She shudders slightly as her dom continues to trail his hands along her body. Exploring, feeling, enjoying. She is reading a response from her phone. It's making her flustered and she doesn't know why. A potential 3rd, teasing her with the thought of kissing. It feels slightly taboo to her, as if getting this nervous and shy around another feminine figure is a bad thing. But if that's the case, why does she get butterflies everytime she does it?
"Why don't you respond, sweetheart."
The words glazed softly across her ears. A subtle warmth. A question phrased as a statement. In desperation for potential praise, she began to type into the text box. Coming up with any sort of response to keep the 3rd entertained. To keep them responding consistently. She could feel her dom's movements becoming more risky now. Massaging her hips, cupping her breasts, sliding a single finger or two into her shorts. Teasing her.
"Send it. Don't be shy."
She looked at the message she had come up with. Honestly it wasn't much. This was all so new, she was nervous, and didn't want to accidentally offend the recipient of the messages; so she kept it simple. A vague sarcasm, taunting the 3rd, an influx of brattiness making playful fun at the original message. She could feel herself growing wet now. She was unsure if it was the feeling of her dom exploring her figure, or the growing butterflies as she waited eagerly for a response. Maybe it was both?
She stared as the 3 little dots flickering in their DMs. Slight pecks were being placed along her neck now. Gentle, yet firm. She leaned her head to the side for easier access.
That's cute. You really think that I don't see what you're trying to do? If you want me to come down there, you can just ask. Maybe that dom of yours can enjoy a taste from below while I take care of things above the belt.
She began to blush even more upon reading this message. As if she was being teamed up on. And she loved it. Her dom's fingers were prodding her entrance through her panties now. A small wet spot made an appearance, hidden right under their shorts.
"You poor thing. It must be overwhelming focusing on two things at once. How about you be a good girl and take off your clothes so I can make it impossible to focus on anything. I'd love to see that pretty look on your face when I break you."
Her dom smirks slightly. Part of her inner being wants to resist. To brat. But she can't. Something about his demeanor just takes control over her. And with the dirty things that their 3rd has brought up, all she wants to do is be taken care of in every way. So she let's it happen, eagerly peeling off her clothes to give every bit of herself to him...
Hello, dom here. I got a little story about something that happened between my partner and I yesterday. To be blunt, I was feeling particularly frisky, which worked out as she just so happened to want some head.
I was being a little hard-to-get and basically stated that she had about a minute to get on the bed before I changed my mind (she was building a nightstand at the time and had her tools scattered all over the blanket). She told me that I wasn't being fair and "demanded" I come to her. I was feeling nice, so I did. She gave me a few slow kisses and then told me she wanted to play a game. The rules were simple. How long could I kiss her without touching her with my hands?
The answer... Not long at all. In just a few short moments I had my hands wrapped around her entire torso as I kissed her all over. She looked at me after, saying to stay in the mood just a little longer. And I will say, it wasn't hard to do. Part of me loves the "no touching" game.
To cut the story short, after she was done building the nightstand, I (for a lack of nicer words) made her cum so hard on my face that she fell asleep. And I was pinned there, arms trapped under her thighs, face covered in her juices. And I had a *massive* smile on my face. I felt accomplished to say the least. Just wanted to share that story. 😁