Laughter
May 12th,I’m covered in sweat and come and I can’t stop giggling. “I hope you weren’t offended.”
“No, it was fucking funny!” he says.
We kiss through the mess, laughing like idiots. How, I think to myself, did I end up here?
Oh, right…
He’s fucking me in the ass, and it hurts like hell. It’s the third time in twenty-four hours.
I start trying to take the ties off my wrists. I’m pulling so hard that I cut off the circulation. He loosens one wrist and I immediately try to free the other. This situation does not call for honor.
He captures the wrist and twists it police-style up between my shoulderblades. Now my face is shoved back into the covers, and pain lances through my shoulder every time he thrusts. I groan and bite the sheets. With uncharacteristic philosophy, I give thanks for flexibility; some people would dislocate a shoulder doing this. Just call me Pollyanna.
When he unties my feet, I squirm away from him. His cock slips out and I crawl away like I have somewhere to go. He grabs me, of course. I fight him for a few seconds before he puts a forearm across the front of my throat and slams me down. While I choke and gasp, he ties me face-up. Fuck!
He slams his cock back in. I’m shaking my head and half-sobs are coming: No. Stop. It hurts. Don’t. And then worst of all he hits the same angle that makes this position intensely pleasurable during vaginal sex, and I start to come. I know he can feel it.
The contractions set him over the edge. He pulls out of my ass, grabs my thigh to steady himself with the other hand, and with a mighty growl, ejaculates over my half-naked body.
I see it come at my face, in slow motion, like a spilled drink in a sitcom, and I can’t help it: I start to laugh as I dodge it. Come patters down hot over my shoulder, neck and cheek. He’s still jerking his cock and grunting, spurting a last few rivulets onto my stomach and thighs, and when I open my eyes again, he’s laughing too.
May 13th, at 8:04 pm
I laughed so hard reading this I had to read it again…
Funny… while I can easily imagine such a moment, and you as a blogger in it, I cannot visualize you in person, there…
Strange, yes, how what we ’see’ in person differs from what we see in an online post.
I love the dichotomy you posess.
May 14th, at 5:16 am
I’ve had people refer to me as the Domly Muppet, because of my love of mixing laughter and sillyness with the darkest, most intense scenes.
I love and adore the kind of play you’re talking about here, where laughter doesn’t break the rest of the mood, where I can still be evil and cruel and sadistic, and also just enjoy at moments the plain silliness of what we’re doing.
There are moments sure where seriousness, and keeping the mood is called for. But most of the time- the laughter is key. It can even be terrifying in the right context.
This was both deliciously hot, and quite funny to read, thanks for sharing.
May 14th, at 5:31 pm
Adam - I dated a Domly Muppet. Are you sure you’re not related?
(Not the Lawyer. He’s just terrifying.)
May 17th, at 6:55 am
Another Domly Muppet, eh? He could be a cousin. Maybe we’ll become an identity group all our own, with meetings and tracks of events at kink conventions.
Though that sounds rather torturous, and most of us aren’t masochists, so maybe not…