SmexyKink's Blog

There was a time, not so terribly long ago, actually, that I didn't like my derrière. It was too round, too flabby, too huge, and too...well, you get the general idea. And let's not even get into the plethora of unkind adjectives that I designated my little pink rosebud with. Let's surmise that dur1ng sex, I pretended there was nothing but air between my lower back and the top of my thighs. Ass? What ass?! Lol For my lover, that was a " Don't look, don't touch, don't even THINK about it zone!".

I am so happy to say that all that has changed! Not only have I made peace with my perfectly imperfect backside, but I have "cum" to appreciate all sorts off ass play, including anal toys, spanking, fingering, and licking. And I absolutely love getting a good hard fucking in the rear with a nice hard cock!

Not one hundred percent sure what made me share that with you fine folks, but I digress...

So I was shopping online today for a butt plug. I've got some anal beads that I love, but I wanted something that I'd be able to wear around as part of a naughty game with my FWB. Well, my imagination quickly went into overdrive, and concocted a delicious fantasy at the sight of all those sex toys:

I'm surprising my tall and handsome friend with an adventurous night out. He doesn't know what's in store for him, only that he's to pick me up at my place that evening. I'm running late, of course! My skirt and top are laid out on the bed, along with various sex toys that I still need to throw in my overnight bag, including my newly delivered, handy-dandy butt plug. (That I have neglected to tell him about, I might add, since that is intended to be a surprise for later on that night.) So I'm bending over the counter in my bathroom in a lacy black bra and panties, putting the finishing touches on my make-up, while he watches from the door, standing there, looking like a cool drink of water. As I push past him back into my bedroom, I pause, and lean up to plant a kiss on his sexy lips. He smells amazing, as always, and as I get close, I get a faint scent of the sweet mint lingering on his breath, that I've come to associate as one of his special smells. He playfully smacks my ass, and follows me into the room, where I am already putting on my top. His eyes lazily peruse the items on the bed, when he spots one he hasn't seen in my arsenal of toys before. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him pick up the butt plug. He cuts his eyes in my direction with raised brows. Reaching for my skirt, I chuckle, and answer his unspoken question, "That's a surprise for you for later, so put it away, and forget you ever saw it, baby." Being the consummate smart-ass, he comes back with, "Oh, I'll put it away alright! Somewhere safe, where I'm sure I won't lose it. Come here..." In one fluid movement, he pulls the skirt from my hands, spins me around, and bends me over the chair standing by my bedside. I stand there shocked, and immobilized for a moment, as my brain tries to catch up to the sudden turn of events. He steps in right behind me, and I can feel the hard bulge in his jeans push against my rump. My thoughts are once again waylaid, as he runs his hands under my blouse, tracing up my spine, until he reaches the closure for my bra. His nimble fingers make quick work of the clasp, and my full breasts spring free from their confinement. Before I know it, he's massaging my breasts, and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. A red hot current shoots straight from my nipples down between my legs, and the firmer his grip on me, the more my pussy rewards him with the sweet nectar of arousal. But my mind reels for control of my body. This wasn't part of my plan for tonight, and we're running late already, as it is! I begin to straighten up, and proceed to tell him that I need to finish getting dressed. But he holds me in place with a hand on the back of my neck, while the other delivers a slap to my proffered ass. His fingers quickly bite my skin a second time, and the delightful sting rips a cry of pleasure from my throat. He knows what drives me, and he has the uncanny ability to strum my body just right, like an old familiar instrument. At this rate, he'll have me a panting hot mess in no time. Every nerve in my body is alive with anticipation, and when I feel his fingers push my panties to the side, sliding two fingers into my wanting wetness, all thoughts of resistance vanish into thin air. He senses my eagerness now, and even though I can't see his face, I know he's grinning like the cat that ate the canary. He's won this round, and he knows it. He squats down, and his mouth joins his fingers, licking and sucking. Fuck!! This feels so good! Willing him to delve even deeper, I place one foot on the seat of the chair to give him better access. I look at him between my legs to see him lap at my pussy with his eyes closed, and I know he's enjoying this as much as I am. The room smells heavily of sex, and is filled with my sighs of pleasure. His tongue zeroes in on my swollen clit, and my hips start to buck. I trade my hold on the chair for a hold on his head instead, feverishly grinding my dripping pussy down on his face. I had forgotten all about the plug, until I feel the cool silver against the wetness of my hot pussy. Without breaking stride with his tongue, he works the plug around, covering it in my honey. In the next instant, I feel gentle pressure against my asshole, as he masterfully convinces my tight little pucker to admit this new intruder. With a new surge of arousal, I push back onto the plug, and it pops into place. Sure enough, when I reach around, I can feel a smooth, round gem in place of my actual asshole. My lover brings my attention back to him by replacing his fingers in my wet folds, and fucking me with renewed vigor. With every stroke of his fingers, and each thrust of my hips, I can feel the presence of the plug. With every movement, its' large and rigid form pushes against my soft flesh, sending waves of pleasure radiating out in all directions. My head is thrown back, and between my mumbled oaths and moans, I cry out towards the ceiling, "Oh fuck, you're about to make me cum so hard!" But instead of pushing me over the edge, he breaks my hold on him, stopping everything in its' tracks. As he stands back up, he turns towards the bed. I can't see what he's doing, and frankly, I don't really care at that moment. But I can't seem to find my voice to mount a protest, so I just stand there, eyes wide in surprise, and my mouth agape with disappointment. It must look pretty comical, because when he turns back around to face me, he softly chuckles and gives me a wink. "Aww, babe, good things come to those that wait." I narrow my eyes at him, but before I can say a word, he lifts my chin, and kisses me hard. There's no denying that he's just as wound up as I am, because I can feel his rock hard cock pressing into my belly as he crushes my body to his. I can smell myself on him, and as he parts my lips with his tongue, I taste the sweetness of my juices in his mouth. I lean into him, and lose myself in his kiss. I want...no...I HAVE to have him right frickin' now! But as I start to move us back towards the bed, he grins wickedly down at me, and pushes the skirt he's been holding into my hands. "We're running late, and you wanted to finish getting dressed, remember?" I can't help but laugh at his turning my words around on me, "You're such a tease!" His gin widens, "I know". As I turn around to dress myself, I feel a slight tug at my left and right hip, followed by the brush of fabric at my crotch. I whirl around in time to see him tuck the panties he'd just torn off me into his jeans pocket. "A souvenir for later, and unfettered access to what's mine under that skirt tonight." On our way out the door, I smile up at him, "Well, with a start like that, this ought to be a night to remember."

Part 2 to follow soon...