There is a bit of a void in my life right now when it comes to male companionship. After living last year with three very bro-y dudes (Four if you count their buddy who stayed over all the time) I usually don’t really feel much need to seek out any male bonding.
This is on my mind because on Sunday, I checked one of my major sexual fantasies off the list for the first time, and I should be able to brag about it and get high-fives, right? On the other-hand the milestone I’m so excited about wouldn’t likely get me high-fives from any of the bros I know.
I spent a long, lazy, and lovely day at Tavi’s feet on Sunday. In the evening she asked if I wanted a beating and I quickly assented. It has been a couple of weeks at least since we’ve done any significant play and I watched nervously as She arranged her implements. I also got rather excited when she strapped on her cock.
If I haven’t described her cock yet, it’s because we’ve only played around with it a little, we had a cool scene planned for a few weeks ago, but that got rainchecked.
It’s a very nice cock, and I’m astounded by how BIG six inches is, maybe some of that has to do with strapping it to her smaller body, but the thing looks huge.
And it feels huge. It’s a stretch to get my mouth around it, and it doesn’t take much at all to hit the back of my throat. The first time we wanted to do some facefucking I’d just had sushi for dinner, so we didn’t push our luck.
Sunday however, I had a pretty empty stomach by the time we started playing so there was no getting off easy.
We ran through her toys, playing around lightly since it’s been so long. I could feel my pain tolerance was way down. Mostly when she beats me I muffle myself with a pillow, which works pretty well. Shoving my mouth full of silicone works pretty well too.
I was on my knees between her legs while Tavi used her claws and and crop on me for a bit, eventually she put away the toys and decided to to get down to the business of fucking my face.
It’s strange for me that one of the sexual high-points in my life doesn’t come with any bragging rights. Looking up at her as she worked her cock into my mouth. Her grip tightening on my hair as she pressed on past my gag reflex and into my throat for the first time. The frantic feeling that I might puke if she held it there for even a second longer. Her holding it there for several more seconds…
When she pulled out of my my throat the first time, I just gasped and looked up with watery eyes and managed to say “Cool.” Apparently that was adorable, because she laughed her ass off for over a minute before giving it to me a few more times. It was hot, and the cuddling afterwards was sweet.
Sunday constitutes one of the hottest, possibly kinkiest things I’ve ever done, and yet I doubt I’m ever going to get a high five for deep throating my girlfriends strap-on. Does that seem fair?