Okay, I'll admit it as a bottom, I'm fairly aggressive as a rule. I like to do for and to others, even when what I'm doing is commonly regarded as a passive act. (no I don't often get fucked within an inch of my life, generally, I'm doing my best to fuck myself with your dick.) I really enjoy when a partner is the aggressor with regards to physical affection (my GODS, I still get flashes of a particularly lovely cruising encounter), but feel fairly out of my element when someone is truly non-verbally dominant/aggressive with me in the bedroom. And that little kink of blindfolds? Yeah, not my finest hour, that.
So, coming into this quirky little threesome with the Lovelies. Well, I was not prepared for quite how "do with me what you will" Lord Lovely is in bed. So, under the advice from Lady Lovely and some scant conversations of things we'd like to try that Lord Lovely and I have had, I have been flirting with dominant behavior. I have learned, to the disappointment of some cyber-trysts, that while reading humiliation kink turns me on, actually experiencing it most assuredly does not. Thus, I try to avoid using it on others. This however, does not stop me from running what would rightly be called "nasty talk" through my head and behind my lips.
The latest of my trysts with Lord Lovely entailed bringing him to my bed, placing a pillow under his shoulders and carefully feeding him my cock while alternately bending forward to suck and deep throat him (not that challenging most days as I'm taller than he is and his cock seems to fall in the "middle of the middle" decently sized but appreciably shorter a slimmer than mine, not small by any means though). I say carefully because, though he has often said that I should "make him take it", I've no percentage in making him live through the shame of vomiting because the cock lodged in his throat has overwhelmed his gag reflex. Needless to say, he as never reached the base of me with his lips whilst I am fully hard. Anyroad, after the last and most violent bit of gagging, (and I note with bemused lust that his cock hardened and strained further each of those times I slid into his mouth, each of those times I pulled out to cover his nose and mouth with my testicles and perineum) I brought myself to peak with a bit of pawing, watching his cock strain without touch, his hips jerk up off the bed as I straddled his face, giving him my scent and the rhythmic clenching of the muscles of my thighs to either side of his head.
Through my head I ran a litany that when something like: "Look at his little dick, straining, getting so hard from serving a man's cock. So hot an horny for me, taking my big cock in your mouth, you wish you could take it all don't you? Wish I'd just fucking own your pretty little mouth with it. You wish it was in you other hole too, don't you? So you could take it all, down to the fucking root and feel me cum inside you, make you mine, fuckin' breed you..." And so on.
I managed the presence of mind and control to kneel back as my peak approached, stroking his face with one hand and saying, in a firm, low voice.
"Deep breath," and once he obeyed,"Swallow it."
At which point I thrust the head and first inch beyond in his mouth and shot off.
After which, I attacked his cock with fervor, and he had his own commands to give, first asking if there was anything else I wanted him to do for he would be unlikely to be willing after his orgasm, (I told him I would love a good cuddle, but also stated I thought getting it would be unlikely)then demanding that I straddle his head and give him my scent and not ride up until he signaled me, so he could have it through the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Which I am pleased to have swallowed (certainly makes for easy post-coital cleanup).
My preferred post-coital routine involves a fair bit of massage to make the associated bodies forgive the rigors that endorphins encourage. I wish more partners would reciprocate, but alas, you cannot have everything I suppose.
Unsurprisingly, though our escapade had cut into sleep time, I was quite full of joy and well-being the following morning shift at my workplace.
So, coming into this quirky little threesome with the Lovelies. Well, I was not prepared for quite how "do with me what you will" Lord Lovely is in bed. So, under the advice from Lady Lovely and some scant conversations of things we'd like to try that Lord Lovely and I have had, I have been flirting with dominant behavior. I have learned, to the disappointment of some cyber-trysts, that while reading humiliation kink turns me on, actually experiencing it most assuredly does not. Thus, I try to avoid using it on others. This however, does not stop me from running what would rightly be called "nasty talk" through my head and behind my lips.
The latest of my trysts with Lord Lovely entailed bringing him to my bed, placing a pillow under his shoulders and carefully feeding him my cock while alternately bending forward to suck and deep throat him (not that challenging most days as I'm taller than he is and his cock seems to fall in the "middle of the middle" decently sized but appreciably shorter a slimmer than mine, not small by any means though). I say carefully because, though he has often said that I should "make him take it", I've no percentage in making him live through the shame of vomiting because the cock lodged in his throat has overwhelmed his gag reflex. Needless to say, he as never reached the base of me with his lips whilst I am fully hard. Anyroad, after the last and most violent bit of gagging, (and I note with bemused lust that his cock hardened and strained further each of those times I slid into his mouth, each of those times I pulled out to cover his nose and mouth with my testicles and perineum) I brought myself to peak with a bit of pawing, watching his cock strain without touch, his hips jerk up off the bed as I straddled his face, giving him my scent and the rhythmic clenching of the muscles of my thighs to either side of his head.
Through my head I ran a litany that when something like: "Look at his little dick, straining, getting so hard from serving a man's cock. So hot an horny for me, taking my big cock in your mouth, you wish you could take it all don't you? Wish I'd just fucking own your pretty little mouth with it. You wish it was in you other hole too, don't you? So you could take it all, down to the fucking root and feel me cum inside you, make you mine, fuckin' breed you..." And so on.
I managed the presence of mind and control to kneel back as my peak approached, stroking his face with one hand and saying, in a firm, low voice.
"Deep breath," and once he obeyed,"Swallow it."
At which point I thrust the head and first inch beyond in his mouth and shot off.
After which, I attacked his cock with fervor, and he had his own commands to give, first asking if there was anything else I wanted him to do for he would be unlikely to be willing after his orgasm, (I told him I would love a good cuddle, but also stated I thought getting it would be unlikely)then demanding that I straddle his head and give him my scent and not ride up until he signaled me, so he could have it through the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Which I am pleased to have swallowed (certainly makes for easy post-coital cleanup).
My preferred post-coital routine involves a fair bit of massage to make the associated bodies forgive the rigors that endorphins encourage. I wish more partners would reciprocate, but alas, you cannot have everything I suppose.
Unsurprisingly, though our escapade had cut into sleep time, I was quite full of joy and well-being the following morning shift at my workplace.
