Masturbation Monday #29
Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Dreamy Sex Memory. The inspiration was:
I like to believe this is what some readers look like every Monday. I know when I used to spend more time on Tumblr, I did this…a lot.
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Dreamy Sex Memory
This story is a continuation of last week’s Sleepy Sex Memory.
He’s spanking upwards, and every contact sends a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through me. I can feel myself getting wetter with impact. I’m sure he must be able to smell the scent of my heat, and I shift position, pressing my thighs together. This merely causes my knickers to chafe against me. The damp fabric rubbing my cunt, slipping between my lips and pressing on my clit.
He pauses, putting the paddle down and nudging my legs back apart before he leans over me, folding his body across mine. His trousers feel rough against my now flaming hot butt, and I feel his semi-hard cock pressing against me.
He whispers in my ear, “Don’t make me have to tie them to the bed.” His voice is almost a growl, and he punctuates it with a little nip to my neck.
“Yes, sir.” I shiver, goosebumps popping up all over my body, as my nipples harden and my cunt throbs.
He straightens up, and steps back. I immediately miss the weight of him but the air is cool on my burning cheeks. He strokes upwards over each cheek running his hands over my hips and up my back before coming back down. He does this a few times, and I start to relax so I don’t notice when he stops. It’s the impact of the cane that brings me back. The first strike causes me to squeak in surprise, he pauses and I mutter a quick “Green”. Then he starts in earnest, mingling soft strokes and hard ones with no pattern to follow. I focus on remembering to breathe, allowing the sensations flow over me.
My arse is burning but every new stripe he causes sends a flood of feeling to my cunt. My nipples are hard peaks, the cotton fabric of the pillows rubbing against them. My entire body feels like a bundle of nerve endings. The mix of pleasure and pain sending shockwaves through my cunt. My face presses into the pillow as I moan, a deep throaty sound that seems disconnected from me. I’ve gone past the pain to some strange floaty in between place. I barely notice when my legs give but the bar of the bed frame presses into my stomach, holding me in place.
I feel arms around me, pulling me up, and lifting me. Then he’s sinking onto the bed, holding me on his lap, so only my thighs are touching his legs. He strokes my hair, and down my back, whispering in my ear. Telling me what a good girl I am. I snuggle against his chest, slowly coming down. It’s comforting, and safe, and I feel relaxed. I slowly come back to my surroundings, and I quickly notice his cock. Mostly hard, and nudging against my leg. I wiggle, ignoring the burning of my butt, and I feel it twitch. I wiggle again, and a mix of pain and floatiness shoots through me, causing me to start giggling. He pulls me close, holding me still against his, as he cock twitches.
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