It's Simply My Chapter 8
My partner has been away on work trips for a fortnight, inciting some naughty urges in me. To spice things up, I opted for a fresh spin on "Some of My Top Picks." I own a petite egg vibrator with a pink end, so I gladly placed it inside my vagina with its lowest setting. My lower region is vibrating softly as I sit in my underwear to compose this piece...
Wearing Chastity Cages
Chastity cages are only successful when the wearer has no choice. I once had a boyfriend in university who cheated so frequently that I considered creating a chastity cage using piano wire. Although the image of him wearing the piano wire cage was too horrific, I did eventually have him don a conventional steel cage. I informed him he must don it anytime we weren't having sex, or else he'd never get to pleasure me again. He abided by my instructions.
Admittedly, it's not that my partner loves being confined; he tolerates having a chastity cage on his penis due to two reasons - firstly, when we're playing and he retains the key and secondly, when he travels because he feels unfaithful while masturbating and the chastity cage is the only thing to prevent him from jilling off. Another fortunate detail is that I don't feel remorseful whilst masturbating when he's away.
Chastity Belts
My husband procured a chastity belt for me as our initial anniversary gift. While I don't utilize it often, there's an intriguing design to it. This belt is basically a thong composed of stainless steel, with a small chain connecting my waist to my vagina. The part of the thong shielding my vagina is explicitly crafted from stainless steel mesh, permitting me to urinate. Furthermore, the segment encircling my clitoris boasts a solid stainless steel plate, deterring me from masturbating.
In the past, I engaged in a contest with my husband to determine who can endure the longest without intercourse. He donned a cock cage while I wore a chastity belt and surrendered the keys. Initially, I outlasted him by five days until I succumbed to the desire and pleaded him to unlock me. He ultimately unlocked me three days later and I nearly attacked him in my ecstasy.
Wearing Crotchless Panties
Donning shorts or trousers contravenes the entire appeal of crotchless panties. Understandably, the underlying aim of crotchless panties is to facilitate a swift fuck without the inconvenience of taking off one's panties. By swiftly elevating your skirt and spreading your legs, you're immediately available for copulation.
I do on occasion don crotchless panties to allow my husband and I to fornicate with minimal hindrance. These types of panties provide simple access to my pussy, hence, I don't usually don them for public displays of affection; I prefer wearing them during weekends to increase our opportunities for sex. To achieve this, I merely bend over the kitchen sink, sit on a table, or straddle my husband; his penis can easily penetrate my vagina no matter the position.
Not all women harbor the same sentiments, but crotchless panties don't retain my partner's semen in my vagina. Quite frankly, I adore having the sticky residue of male climax slip down my legs.
Condoms
Unless we're playing games, my spouse generally refrains from donning condoms during intercourse. Up close, I find the sensation of his cum distributed between my thighs rather gratifying, and I thoroughly enjoy cleaning my vagina and tongue-kissing his cock, relishing the final drips of cum.
Nevertheless, he avidly demands condoms when we visit theaters. He feels more comfortable covertly stimulating my vagina in the dark, concealed cinema. Before attending any film, I internally massage him to the point of ejaculation, removing the condom and satisfyingly rolling it down his penis before experiencing flaccidity.
Furthermore, he insists on using condoms during air travel. It's seamless to surreptitiously sustain the stimulation he receives from my fingers while surrounded by other passengers. After he reaches climax, he discards the used condom in the lavatory. In fact, he packs extra condoms for prolonged trips.
Rectal Intercourse
Conversely, anal sex presents a vastly dissimilar sensation compared to vaginal sex, and I appreciate this.
In the past, my college boyfriend relished rectal sex. However, he overlooked the need for a condom, leading to unpleasant consequences. I would compel him to clean himself thoroughly and steer clear of returning to bed until he was spotless.
When unlikely situations call for anal sex, my husband willingly wears a condom to avoid exposure to unpleasant bodily fluids.
I have some pals, Betty and Tim, whose sexual dreams circulate around diapers. I made a choice to strap on a diaper during a school day to try out the experience. Come the end of the day, it felt like I was schlepping a bowling ball between my legs. However, I must add that it was entertaining to unleash a stream of urine in my anti-pants in front of my trainees and various faculty members.
Hymen and G-Strings
I storeroom panties at domicile because I don't want to sit on my naked rear end on the property. At present, I exploit a g-string when I'm situated out and about, as I wouldn't want to be detected prancing with conspicuous panty patterns. I will occasionally clothe a bikini underpanty when I'm conducting to maintain a pleasant and well-groomed derrière.
Males are not suitable in a thong. Except for the hunk you're fixated on, they shouldn't don a thong, even if it's one of those swimwear disguised as boxers.
On a lighter note, I procured a throbber to my hubby for Xmas the erstwhile 12month to give him attire to sport while following me around when I'm wearing my napkin pants on weekends. The empyrean is constructed from spandex and contains one of those cock sheaths. When his johnson proliferates the cock sheath stretches tautly close to the length of his johnson. He coins it as his weekend prophylactic when he's screwing me in my napkin pants.
Cunnilingus
Why would any guv'nor plunge his proudest aspect into an orifice appointed with teeth designed to mutilate and mince flesh? It's akin to thrusting your purloin into a trust)?nonetheless...
My hubby would favor screwing my vagina than my mouth but enjoys a periodic chinwag. The ane time I slurped his cock, he was puzzled when I cravedfully embraced him after with an orifice teeming with his sperm. I perpetually keep a weensy bit of sperm for him.
Our predisposed district for cunnilingus is the cinema parking area. I invariably compassion his monolith in the parking lot previously we enter the cinema. I've slurped his schlong so multiple times in the cinema parking area he attains an erection any time we reach a 2-block radius of the cinema, even if we're venturing to the grocery outlet.
Oh, I've got to wrap this up...the clenching in my vagina and the jibber-jabber of cocks clamping are inducing a lewd climax... [end]
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- Yes, Darling
- Owned Chapter 4: Harassed
- Katie's Latest Adventure: Chapter 14
- Princess Club: Chapter Fifteen
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