u/daffodildances

Sunlight streams through the blinds, stirring me awake. I feel well rested, but something is on edge. While the rest of me is slowly coming to the day, there’s a part of me that’s been awake for hours.

She wants attention. I remember vaguely having a dream. A wet one where skin slapped obscenely against skin. Where mouths and teeth collided. Where the man sleeping next to me fucked me into oblivion.

The man sleeping next to me.

I turn my head slowly to look at him. He’s sleeping peacefully. Completely unaware of my needs. A Cheshire Cat smile fills my face.

Oh, you poor, poor thing.

Usually, you’re the one to ravage me, but this morning? These few fleeting moments where it’s just us and we don’t have anywhere to be yet? I’m going to fuck you good.

I’m a little surprised by my own thoughts. My own need and vulgar, but she’s awake and throbbing and it’s going straight to my brain.

I slip under the covers and fumble with his sleep shorts. I yank them down and find him unrestrained and equally as throbbing as I am. Oh how I love morning wood.

I press my nose into his balls and inhale. It’s heavenly and musky and completely him. I’m going to devour him.

I lick a long stripe from his balls, up the underside, and around the tip. I close my mouth around his pinkness and suck gently. I start to ease him back on my tongue… when the covers are gently being lifted off of my face and he stares blankly down at me.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice rough from sleep.

Oh no. We’ve never talked about waking the other up with sex. Did I cross a boundary? Was this a bad idea?

I release him with a wet pop and open my mouth to answer, but then his face settles into a content smirk and my thoughts vanish.

He continues, “What are you doing down there when it should be me, instead?”

My stomach flips and she throbs so much worse. It’s almost painful how much I need him.

Still for a loss of words, I open my mouth to speak again. Before I can manage out a word, his arm wraps around my middle and tosses me on to the bed beside him. A shocked squeak escapes me instead of words and before I can make sense of what’s happening, his face is between my thighs.

I put my hands in his hair. To protest? To pull him in? My head is swimming.

He licks a stripe up my folds and to my clit and over my mound. He presses a kiss to my mound and sucks it into his mouth. I hiss slightly when I feel his teeth graze. He releases my smooth skin with a wet pop, leaving a pink mark that blooms darker each second.

I give him a deadpan look and he laughs. I try to bite back my smile, but fail completely when he licks me cockily again.

He rumbles against my clit, “You were always terrible at being mad at me.”

I shiver. “I-I am mad at you. You know I don’t like marks.” A total lie. I love them. I crave them. Especially from him. But who doesn’t like something to banter over?

He sucks my clit into his mouth and she pulses out of her hood.

“Hush now. You woke up needing me. I can tell.” He pulls back to circle my clit with his thumb. It’s far too gentle. I need more. “You’re dripping on to our bed sheets, baby. You stink of arousal.” I frown and he gives me a reassuring look. “It’s my favorite smell. Just like you enjoy smelling my musky balls.” He teases and I roll my eyes. “Admit it.”

I laugh. “Admit what? I like to smell your balls?”

He smiles and licks my labia, still not what I need. “Admit you need me. Admit you crave me as much as I crave you.”

A warm blush spreads across my cheeks. “You already know that.” I whisper.

He thumbs my clit again. “Tell me.” He says, gently instead of teasing. Like those words mean as much to him as they do to me.

I swallow and push my hips toward his thumb. “I crave you as much as you do me.” He smiles widely. I smile back. “Now will you please fuck me?”

He laughs softly and I join in.

“Of course, baby. Get on all fours for me. I want to fuck you as deeply as I can this morning.”

I sit up and turn on to my side. I place my hands and knees on the soft mattress and arch my back to him.

His palm gently swats my ass, a playful, loving gesture.

I look over my shoulder at him and his eyes rake down my exposed body. His eyes worship me the way his hand does as he draws slow circles on my ass cheek.

His left hand starts to stroke his cock slowly, a bead of precum dripping on to the sheets.

“Are you going to sit there and stare or are you going to fuck me?” I tease with challenge in my eyes.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, don’t worry about that.” The delicious smirk I love fills your face. “You’re going to wish I was just staring at you, baby.” The heavy head of his cock pressed against my folds. His strong hands anchor around my hips. “Hold on to the pillows for me.”

I scoop my arms under the pillow, pressing my cheek into it. “Do your worst.”

His cock slams into my wet heat and my knees almost give out from the sudden intense pleasure. A low moan rips from my chest as his grunts fill my ears.

His thrusts are deep and focused. He angles his hips to piston himself deep into my core. His hands grip into my flesh.

The intensity builds and my legs give out, my tummy falls to the soft mattress and his strong body presses into mine. His hips curl into mine from behind, his hands find my hair, pulling it away from my face.

His mouth finds my cheek and neck, pressing his lips to lick and suck and bite at all exposed skin. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take me.”

I moan as I feel my walls clench around him. I’m so close I just need- “More!” His smile presses against my cheek and a similar one fills my face.

“You’re so greedy in the morning.” He mutters into my neck as he increases his pace.

“Only for you.” I say breathless. My walls clench and I teeter along the edge… and fall off of it.

My eyes roll back into my head as my body convulses from the strength of my orgasm. I feel his warmth flood my core.

A small smile fills my face as our breathing evens out and he lays on top of me.

He always knows how to fulfill my morning cravings.

TLDR; Is this a good FIRST toy/dildo for an inexperienced person? Thoughts on price, material, feel, size, etc etc.

Here is the link to the dildo: https://www.lovehoney.com/sex-toys/dildos/realistic-dildos/p/lifelike-lover-luxe-ultra-realistic-silicone-dildo-6.5-inch/a48316g86123.html

I was wondering if this is a good first dildo? I am a virgin, so I don't have a lot of experience with inserting things yet, but I want to start experimenting.

I know it's on the larger side, but it has great reviews, is made of silicone, and I am obsessed with the way it looks. I really wanted a dildo that was made of silicone, not TPE or anything porous.

The price is a... lot. It's currently around $140, which I feel like is pricey. But you get what you pay for? So, I wanted the opinions of the sex toy experts on here. To buy or not to buy?

If you have any other dildo recs for me, I would greatly appreciate it too!

There’s so many ways to describe cumming inside of someone. Some phrases are much sexier than others, but I’m at this stage of my life (or rather my cycle) where I’m not concerned about being a seductive temptress.

I’m solely focused on the sensation of being filled.

So, excuse me yet again for my lack of decorum. Nothing about this post will be lady-like. I’m simply a woman with womanly-desires. I have needs. Wants. Cravings.

And today I have a craving for cream.

I want you so bad and I’m going to make it abundantly clear that I want you to ~

Fill my pussy.

Breed my womb.

Splash my cervix.

Goo my g-spot.

Creampie my cunt.

And … okay you get the point. I want you to cum inside of me today.

I need to see you dripping out of my creamy pussy. I want to see the evidence of our breeding running down my thighs.

I need to hear your grunts and groans in my ear as you spill inside of my womanhood.

———

You’re getting close. I can feel it. Your breath hitches in my ear as you teeter on the edge of release.

“Cum inside of me, please.” I beg, arching back into you.

My pussy flutters around your cock, pulling and pulsing and begging to be filled.

We fit so well together, don’t we? I love being held by you as we fuck, just as much as I love to feel the hot spurts of your release on my cervix.

You tense and then shudder and I feel it.

The warmth.

The fill.

The creampie.

“There it is.” I gasp.

I touch my stomach and feel my womb flood. I smile and close my eyes, leaning my head back against your shoulder as you lavish me with soft kisses and touches.

You kiss along my neck as you come down from the high, murmuring praises against my skin.

My fingers find my folds as you withdraw and I swirl my fingers in our creamy release.

I lift my digits to my lips and suck them clean.

I fucking love your cum.

And I can’t get enough of your cream.

Now, I understand that this sounds… not very sexy?

Like mentioning guts could potentially turn you off.

But I’m in one of my animalistic, primal, and frankly, feral moods this morning. I mean, I even included a porn gif. If that doesn’t show how debauched I’m feeling, I don’t know what else will.

Once again, I’m abandoning all sense of decorum and speaking like a cave woman.

Like, I couldn’t even spend a few minutes finding a tantalizing image to accompany this post. I skipped straight to porn. Sigh.

Anyways, back to my very dirty, depraved thoughts.

I’ve wanted to ride your face into oblivion. I’ve wanted to milk you dry with my tongue.

Today? This morning? I’m looking at your sleeping, innocent body and picturing you ~

Rearranging

My

Guts.

Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, I know you’re a humble guy, but let’s be honest here.

You’re massive.

Well endowed.

Thick.

Hard.

Mine.

And I really need you inside of me. I’m laying here fucking clenching around nothing. I need your cock like I need air to breathe.

I don’t want you to make love to me. I don’t want you to be slow and gentle and careful.

I want you to put me into every fucking position and pound into me. Whether you’re fucking into my cunt in missionary, or pistoning your hips into my ass from behind, or fucking up into me in lotus, I want you ~

Rearranging

My

Guts.

I want to feel you obliterating my cervix. Punishing my g-spot.

I want to see you bulging in my stomach.

I want to feel you so deep inside of me I’m screaming from how full I feel.

I want us to fuck like animals.

Raw.

Primal.

Feral.

At some point during my unfiltered thoughts, I’ve managed to start to grind my wet heat against your thigh as I stare at you. You look so peaceful next to me. I really do quite adore you and I think that’s why you make me so depraved for your cock.

You’re my mate in every way.

Oh look at that. You’re awake. You look slightly… frightened? Maybe surprised. Until, your eyes darken like mine and we come to a silent agreement. You can see my arousal. I’m sure you can smell it too.

You know what I want and I can see you want it too.

An animalistic grin spreads across our faces.

“You’re going to rearrange my guts.” I demand as I straddle your hips.

“Fuck yeah I am.” You say with that sexy smirk as you slap my ass.

We become a tangle of tongues and limbs.

A guttural groan escapes my lungs when your thick, fat cock stretches and pushes deep inside of me.

I throw my head back as you thrust inside my sopping cunt.

I claw at your shoulders and biceps. The pantheress inside of me begging to be unleashed.

Begging to be fucked.

Begging to cum.

Begging for you

To rearrange

My

Guts.

I moved my bikini bottoms to the side to expose my smooth pussy. I press my sensitive clit to the pool jet, the rumbling water bringing me so close to cumming.

I held on to the edge of the pool as I texted and begged my daddy dom to let me cum.

I needed release.

I needed to let go after seven days of sinful edging and denial.

I was so turned on by all the people who walked by unknowing of my exposed pussy and soft moans. The pool jets brought me so close…

And my daddy dom denied me.

When I failed to text back, he called me. He knewy fingers trembled from the pleasure and the focus on not cumming. He spoke into my ear, denied me, and kept me controlled and comforted.

He even made me get out of the pool. My legs trembled and my pussy throbbed with want and need and fucking desperation.

I’m half tempted to climb back in… settle my clit to the pool jets… and let go.

But I’m a good girl, so I’ll wait, and cum under the control of my dom.

After all, good things cum to those that wait.

Xx - Daffodil

My denial/daddy dom was making me touch my cunt on the balcony where anyone could see me. I was laying on my belly with my hand shoved into my bikini bottoms as my finger circled my clit.

I got close to cumming multiple times. I was begging him to let me cum over the phone. Pleading and moaning, “Daddy, please let me cum. It’s been so long. I’ve been so good.”

When I felt like he was finally caving, or I was about to be a brat and cum anyway, my sister came out on to the balcony and almost caught me.

My pussy was throbbing and my heart was racing. I said goodbye to my denial dom and licked my fingers. My edged clit was begging for release.

The pictures are our conversation after. I’m a good girl… but I can be a little whiny brat sometimes too when I don’t get my way.

Maybe I should touch myself and cum without permission… but I don’t want to get spanked. So I’ll wait, and keep mindlessly edging and denying myself until my dom gives me permission.

Because I’m a good girl. And good things come to those that wait.

Xx - Daffodil

We’ve caught each other’s attention multiple times throughout my stay here on the island.

I noticed you across the bar the first night I arrived here on holiday. You were sipping a whiskey on the rocks as I flagged down a waiter for an old fashioned.

You met my gaze and lifted your glass to your lips the same time I lifted mine, a silent cheers between strangers.

I was tempted to get up and approach you but nerves got the better of me. You could be uninterested. Married. Gay?

A man that looks like he would dive in to taste you isn’t gay. Go talk to him. I chided myself.

Just as I was slowly starting to build up enough courage to even stand, the bartender slid me a second drink.

“From the gentleman across the bar.” He said simply and went back to mixing drinks and wiping glasses.

I lifted my gaze curiously… and didn’t find you there.

The next day, I lounged beside the pool. My eyes glued to my book as my cheeks flushed from the erotic scenes I imagined along with the story. As I skimmed the words, an imagery of us fucking filled my mind. You pounding into me from behind while I bent over the bar or you devouring my pussy on this lounger. I pictured your cock in my hands, in my mouth, in my cunt.

Someone clears their throat in front of me and startles me of out of my daze. I lower the book and see you.

My mouth forms into a small surprised “O.” I quickly shut my mouth and lick my lips. What do I say? He’s looking at me like he knows I was just imagining us fucking like animals.

“Hi.” I squeak out.

You smile, calm and collected. You motion with your palm up to the lounger beside me. “Is this seat taken?” I shake my head silently and watch you lay down beside me.

You stretch your arms up and casually cross them behind your head. You turn your gaze to me and I quickly shove my book up in front of my face. Fuck. What do I do?

“I’ve read that.” You say and my cheeks burn. While the cover and title conveys a sweet romance, the contents of this book are anything but.

I close the book and lay it in my lap. I meet your gaze shyly. “You have?” I whisper, barely audible over the wind.

You smile and god does my stomach flip at the sight. “I have. It was really good. My coworkers like to force me to ready those spicy romances. I always make a fuss about it, but I secretly enjoy them.” You chuckle softly and I join in with a giggle. Your smile widens at the sound. “You have a pretty smile…?”

I realize we haven’t exchanged names. I share mine and you follow suit. My name rolls off your tongue and chills tickle my spine.

Your gaze sweeps from my sunglasses to my toes. “I’d like to know more about you. I only know a few things.”

I swallow. “Like what?”

“I know you like reading smutty books.” You motion to the book in my lap and my cheeks flush again. “You like cocktails. You like the color pink.”

My eyebrows raise at that last one. How does he know that? You seem to notice my surprise and continue, “Last night, you were wearing a pink sundress and today you’re wearing a pink bikini. I’m guessing it’s your favorite color. If it isn’t, it fucking should be because you look amazing in it.”

I duck my head. “Thank you, sir.” The title slips out and your eyes darken.

“Good girl.” My thighs press together. A poor attempt to stop the pulsing between them and hide the wet spot I’m sure is forming from my arousal. Even my nipples pebble against the fabric of my bikini top despite how hot I feel, from the warm climate and your piercing gaze.

We talked for the rest of the evening. You had carried the conversation well, leading us through casual conversation and subtle flirting that had me aching. A staff member interrupted us to let us know that it was going to rain and we should head back to our rooms. We said goodbye and you kissed my hand, your lips lingering in a way that made my pulse spike.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, I let out a breath. My thighs were trembling. My nipples so hard they were sore and begging for attention. My breathing fast and heavy.

I stumble out on to the balcony just as it begins to rain. Water poured down from the sky but it couldn’t cool down the heat that was pooling low in my belly.

I look up at the sky and from left to right. All the other balconies were empty, curtains drawn shut. A thought pops into my head. I could touch myself here. My heart pounds in my chest.

Before I know it, my thong is thrown off to the side and I’m leaning over the railing. My hand dips between my thighs. I find myself steamy and wet. My fingers brush my clit and I start to rub myself. I push my middle and ring finger inside of my soaking cunt and it makes a delicious squelching sound. I rip off my top and tug at my nipples. Quiet moans escape me as I pound my digits into my wet heat.

“Oh, fuck.” I whisper, biting my lip as my palm slaps against my mound. The rain quiets my ministrations, but the sound of my slickness fills my ears.

I turn my gaze to the left and see him.

Standing there. On the balcony next to mine, a small iron gate separating us.

Staring at me.

My hands freeze. I start to withdraw my fingers and he puts out his palm. “Don’t stop, baby. Be a good girl and let me watch.”

I bite my lip and nod, my fingers find their rhythm inside myself, curling toward my mound and stroking my g-spot.

My eyes flutter but I keep them focused on him, even though I want to close them and focus on the pleasure I’m feeling. I’m so turned on and horny by the audience I have.

I watch him throw his leg over the gate and join me on my balcony as the rain beats down on us. I quickly survey our surroundings. All balconies are vacant. Curtains drawn shut. Rain splattering against the glass.

No one should see us, but the small chance they could sends a thrill through me and makes my pussy throb harder.

“Someone could see.” I say, withdrawing my fingers from myself.

“Let them.” You say, reaching for my hand. You bring my digits to your lips and suck them clean.

“Someone could hear.”

“Let them.” You repeat, rolling your tongue between my fingers.

My hands find his chest and slide down to the hem of your soaked shirt. I lift the fabric and pull it over your head. I rub my palms against your slick skin.

As I explore your chest, you discard your swim trunks and boxers. I watch you expose yourself and gulp at the sight of him. He hangs low and heavy, slightly twitching as I stare at him appreciatively.

I wrap my hand around the base of him and stroke him slowly. I lower myself to my knees, almost slipping from the downpour on the concrete balcony. Your hand steadies me, wrapping securely around my wrist. I nod that I’m okay and you release me. You place your hands above my head, shielding my face from the rain. I smile and press a feather light kiss to your tip.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

You raise an eyebrow. “Thank you…?”

I look confused and then remember our poolside conversation. “Thank you, sir.” You look proud of me and I smile.

I swirl my tongue around your cock and your hips press forward. You hiss as your cock twitches in the air. “You like knowing someone can see you kneeling at my feet with my cock in your mouth huh? Such a good little slut for me.” I grab on to the base and expertly seal my lips over him. My fingers find my clit again as I move my tongue over him. “That’s it, good girl.” I moan at the praise and you groan in response.

I release you with a wet pop and slurp at the tip, your mouth opens and your eyes lock on to mine. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum quick with those pretty eyes and filthy mouth, baby.” I smile and lick a sloppy stripe up the underside. “That’s it. Good fucking slut. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I spit on to the tip as I stroke it. “I am, sir. I love sucking cock where anyone can see how much of a greedy slut I am.”

Your pupils dilate at my dirty language and your breathing turns heavy. He likes dirty talk, huh? I feel my confidence grow, no longer shy and timid like I was by the pool. I feel empowered and slutty in the best way.

I seal my mouth around you again and suck as I slide my tongue side to side on the underside. I feel you tense in my mouth. Your hands drop, no longer shielding my eyes from the downpour. You grip on to my head as you arch into my mouth, going down my throat.

You groan through curses and praises as you fill my mouth with cum. Hot ropes of release sliding down my throat. I slurp and suck greedily until you pull out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us until the rain breaks it.

I stare up at you. You stare down at me. We smile at each other and you duck down to press your lips to mine.

You murmur against my lips. “It’s your turn, now.” My cunt clenched around nothing in response.

You run your tongue along my bottom lip as you continue, “I want you bent over this railing where anyone can see and I want you screaming my name so loud everyone hears you.”

Oh fuck. God yes. Let them hear me.

I thought it looked pretty and the guy I’m talking to, who told me to buy a dildo, said that the slightly transparent/jelly looking ones are more attractive.

The Sunset Dream Dildo was the cheapest jelly one so I bought it. Now, I just learned that they aren’t good?

Can someone explain to me why jelly/TPE isn’t good and what I should do? I feel like I just wasted my money and I still live with my parents so I’m risking them seeing this purchase.

Here’s the link to what I bought: https://www.adameve.com/adult-sex-toys/dildo-sex-toys/realistic-dildos/sp-adam-eve-sunset-dreams-dildo-107703.aspx

Any advice is appreciated.

Edit: Should I try to cancel the order? I don’t know what to do. It hasn’t been shipped out yet. I can try to do that and get a safer replacement? What should I get?

Also- I’ll only be using it to suck on. Does that change if it’s still bad to use?