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laplesbian answered:
Switchy, I like it! I’ll try to sell you on bath sex but don’t worry I’ll include actually requested content too lmao
I have stored-up bath bombs just in case of emergency relaxation days or in case of emergency someone’s in the bath with me days, so step one would absolutely be getting the bath smelling pretty and looking gorgeous. I have one that turns the water red – that seem like it’d be cute for this. Strip up some of my purple LED lights, and we’d be giggling and and sliding our hands up each other’s bathrobes while the tub filled.
My baths always run hot so when we’re in our skin is soft and sensitive, and it’s so easy to just slide against each other while we kiss. You’d turn me around and bite at my neck before putting your hand on the nape of it, pushing me down to my fours while I blushed from the heat and embarrassment.
And I’m terrible when getting eaten out, honestly. I’m noisy and scramble-y and desperate to get a grip on something – and that’d be hard, because it’s all just smooth slippery surface, and I couldn’t even duck my head down because then I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, I’d just whimper and whine and wriggle and push against you desperately. You’d tease me and scratch me and press your fingers into me, and when you let me come I’d be shaking and the water would splash and you’d make fun of me for almost getting the floor wet.
And then, I’d get to pay you back. Not in the bath, though, because I know you like things a little more creative than what we can do in a bath. So we’d towel off and I’d keep looking at your body, coming up with all the things I could do to you, and you’d getting more anticipatory as time went on.
When we got to a room there wouldn’t be time to get to the bed, I’d just want to start touching you as soon as possible, and I’d pin you to the door with your hands behind your back, licking into your mouth and holding you tight so you couldn’t do anything but kiss me back.
While I pulled away, I’d tell you to stay there or you won’t get anything more. Sort through my drawer of toys – I have a few vibrators that it’s hard from me to pick from. More teasing pattern options, or one with more speed options? I think I’d go for the one with the most options, because there’s this specific pattern that just drives me crazy. It’s a series of short little buzzes to get you breathy, and then it goes full speed and intensity for about… four seconds, I think? Not too bad when it first starts, but after a while… it’s exactly just not long enough to let you come, and that’ll be handy.
That and some rope, because who doesn’t love rope, and then I’d come back to you. Put a hand on your shoulder and push you to the ground, then sit down next to you and tell you to lie down. Ankles together for me, just like that, there you go. I’d put the vibrator pinned between your thighs, buttons facing out, then tie your legs closed and thighs tight together so you couldn’t move it.
Low speed, no pattern. Keep quiet now, baby, if you make a sound I’ll turn the vibrator off. You can only moan when I tell you that you can.
It’s easy to get carried away dragging my tongue over your soft skin, forgetting that the teasing is getting you more desperate, and only when you shudder against me do I remember. Then it’s time for that pattern I mentioned, where I get to feel you tense up during the four seconds because every single time it’s almost enough.
Poor baby. I suck hickeys into your skin, biting down gently where they purple, and then I reach down and turn the vibrator off.
Do you want to moan for me?
You’d nod, of course.
If you get to moan you’ll have to keep going until I say stop.
You’d still nod, because you’re dripping and tense and if I just kept it on high you’d be able to –
Okay, baby, but you chose this.
Back on, at it’s highest power and just consistently going. Your first moan would feel like a gulp of fresh air, and then you just wouldn’t be able to stop. You’d whimper through your first orgasm, feeling relief and pleasure and oh so good.
But I said first. The battery lasts for four hours on that vibrator, you know, so we have time. Not back to the low speed, not back to a pattern, because I’ve got your broken voice pouring into the air and I don’t want it to stop.
It’d keep going on full power, directly after you came, and your clit would be so sensitive it’d feel all your nerves themselves were getting played with. I’d seal my mouth over yours, lapping up all your squeaks and pants, digging my nails into your tits and scratching down hard over the bruises I’d left.
When tears pricked in your eyes at your second orgasm, I’d know I was on the right track.
A little downtime after that one, back to low mode while I press kisses to all your fingertips. We have another three hours of things I can do to you with just this one vibrator, after all, no need to rush through it.
concept: you sit in my lap, on my strapon, while i cover your neck in hickeys. you’re not allowed to move, just feel filled and my lips and tongue on your neck. i reach my hand down to play with your clit and you’re not allowed to start riding me until you say ‘please’ prettily enough
Hey, darlings. Sorry I haven’t been around much lately! I’ve been finishing up the third book in the A Pet of Their Own series, so all my time and energy has been going to that. But the book is now finished! And I have a new story coming up soon, inspired by the pretty fantastic sex I had on Friday morning. (Am I bragging? Well. Maybe just a little bit ;) )
Anyway. To say thank you to all of you for all your support and love recently, here’s a preview for Their Obedient Pet:
Cole was half-hard in his jeans. How could he not be, with Amberly kneeling beside him and looking like that? Her smooth thighs stretched out from under the skirt. The tail curled around her hip. She had her hair over her shoulders, but he could see her pink nipples through the strands. He should tie it up, he thought. Put it into pigtails, make her look even more like a helpless little puppy.
“Hey, good girl,” he said, rubbing his hand over her hair. Amberly raised her eyes to look at him. “Want to make your master happy?”
Master. He hadn’t planned to say it, but it fell from his lips easily, without him even having to think about it. He’d never referred to himself that way before, but with Amberly wearing her leash and collar, with the fluffy tail so obviously on display, it felt so natural today.
Amberly opened her mouth to respond, but caught herself before she spoke. Her mouth hung open for a moment and Cole rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. He pulled it down, revealing wet pink flesh. He wanted to make her beg later, not verbally, but with soft dog-like pants, with big brown eyes, with her hands curled to her chest like paws.
Cole shifted in his chair, adjusting himself in his jeans. When talking this idea through with Sarah, he hadn’t anticipated how much he’d be into it. But Amberly kneeling at his feet, forbidden from talking, wearing that fucking tail… and they hadn’t even brought out the butt plug tail yet.
Cole’s mouth was suddenly very, very dry.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. “Come here,” he said. His voice sounded rough. She shuffled over and he guided her to kneel under his desk, then traced the head of his cock over her lower lip. “Should we give you a treat, hmm?” He had no idea what he was saying, why he was saying it, but he was so hard it hurt, and when Amberly whimpered, it didn’t sound like a complaint. “A reward for being such a good puppy?”
Amberly opened her mouth. She didn’t break eye contact; her eyes were wide and pleading. She stuck her tongue out and lapped at the drop of precome that had formed on Cole’s cock. Her eyes fluttered shut like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted and Cole bit back a groan. Part of him just wanted to thrust his cock into her mouth, but most of him—God, he’d been spending too much time with Sarah, because most of him just wanted to make sure that before she sucked him off, Amberly felt small and submissive and just a little bit humiliated.
“Good dog,” he said. The words felt strange in his mouth, but at the same time, they felt right. A blush stained the top of Amberly’s cheeks. Cole cupped her face, rubbing his fingers on her cheeks the way he’d scratch a dog. “Stop thinking,” he said. “Lick my cock.”
Slowly, she extended her tongue and dragged it over the underside of his cock. She didn’t break eye contact when she ran her tongue around the ridge of the head or when she started lapping at it sloppily, letting spit run out of her mouth and over her chin, exactly the way Cole liked it. He leant back in his chair with a groan. How had he gotten so luckily? A girl—dressed in a short skirt and a tail, no less—kneeling under his desk, licking at his cock like there was nothing in the world she’d rather have in her mouth.
He buried both hands in her hair and started to thrust shallowly into her mouth. She didn’t close her lips around his cock; she left her mouth hanging open, like a panting dog. Cole had to close his eyes and block out the image for a moment; if he hadn’t, this blowjob would not have lasted even half as long as he wanted it to.“Such a good puppy,” he said. He fumbled for the leash and wrapped it around his fist. “We trained you pretty well, didn’t we?” He used the leash to pull her closer and push his cock further into her mouth. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside and saliva spilled over his cock. “So desperate to please your master, aren’t you?” He could see her hips twitching ever-so-slightly and he grinned. She really did love having a cock in her mouth. “And you’re going to this weekend. You’re going to be such a good pet for us. Obedient and submissive and as slutty as we want.” His thrusts grew faster. He fucked Amberly’s face and she took it willingly, her mouth wet, her lips soft and open for him. “You’re going to be—fuck.” He was close to losing control and he clenched his hands harder in her hair. She whined, but it was a noise of desperation rather than complaint. “You’re going to be a good little bitch for us, aren’t you?”
This one was really blushy to write… but, like, in the best possible way. Keep an eye out; it should be out pretty soon.
