Popping His Subservient Man Cherry. Category: Filthy Flash
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Welcome to ‘Popping His Subservient Man Cherry.’
I’m no stranger to a strap-on, but sadly, I’ve never pegged a man. If I did, I think I’d want it to be a bit like this. The transfer of power aspect is what makes the idea such a turn-on. Playing with a strap-on with another girl is one thing, but doing a dude… well, that would be the gold standard for the old switcheroo games, wouldn’t it?
In the intro to my last post, I was bemoaning my inability to say anything in one word if 10 will do. My favourite author is Angela Carter. The shortest story in her seminal collection ‘The Bloody Chamber’ is less than 500 words. I thought I’d set myself the challenge to ape her. It was tough but the word-count for this story is… (drum roll, please) 499 words. Yay! I can do it after all!
***
I took the plain cardboard box from the courier and hurried upstairs with it. Opened, the fruits of my online shopping expedition lay on the white sheets, causing me a few moments of anxiety; how am I supposed to put this on, to use it? Being on the receiving end now seemed much the easier option.
After studying a picture and wrestling with straps, I stood before my full-length mirror, and turning to the side, thrilled at the member rearing from my loins.
I’ve made it clear in my text that I have a need that requires satisfying, and he wastes no time; we transition from doorstep greeting to bedroom nudity seamlessly, shedding clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs. He’s just as needy. Our mouths are on each other, sucking; probing; lapping. My finger snakes into you as I swirl with my tongue. Yeah – I know you love that; your cock seems to grow another inch.
***
He disengages, kneeling between my legs. I know his next move, but, subverting the script, I wriggle away, bend, retrieve and jiggle leather straps up my thighs. Tightened, my cock juts rudely at him and I swear I see his swell another inch. My hands are on my hips; I toss my hair.
‘Suck this, like a good little bitch.’
A feeling of power swells in me as he kneels, sucking. Is this what it’s like for you? Is this how you feel before you fuck me?
‘Now get your arse in the air for me, slut.’ Hearing my voice demanding compliance from you is shocking but intoxicating. You comply as I shuffle onto the bed. Taking a palmful of lube from the pump, I smear it over the silicon, then over your hole and down, giving your twitching cock a few disdainful jerks. You moan and push your hips back.
I slide the glistening head of my cock (MY cock – ohmygod) up and down a few times eliciting further moans. Your breathing is heavy.
***
‘Tell me what you want.’ I demand.
‘Fuck me with it,’ you gasp. Please, fuck me.’
I feel a twinge in my clitoris – damn, this is really getting to me too – and begin to press the cock, no, my cock, into you. Shit, I wish it was me; my real flesh penetrating yours. Imagination will have to bridge the gap; I long to know the feeling of you squeezing my flesh as I drive myself into you.
In my excitement, I struggle with my stroke and have to reinsert a few times, but this seems to drive you crazy. I drive my hips forward, relishing the slapping sounds and the whimpers as you grip the sheets with tight fists. God, I’m so turned on.
‘Come for me, bitch.’
You’re moaning now as you frig yourself and I’m slamming into you, sweat dripping from my brow onto your back.
You finish, and, falling sideways, we lie, stuck together with sweat and lube, panting.
‘God, I love you.’ You say.
Love, Jaimie. xx
Links and Stuff
‘The Bloody Chamber’? Oh, only some of the finest writing by one of the 20th century’s best authors. I insist that you read it.
Jaimie
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