The marker tapped out a restrained tattoo on the desk, flitting between two fingers. It was a digital aid, to better help him think. Perhaps not think, but more… compose. He knew what he wanted to say, after all, just not quite how to say it. His eyes narrowed, staring at the mirror, staring at himself, at himself narrowing his eyes. A half smile, suddenly, as he suppressed a laugh.

His other hand, the one not fretting over the marker, was draped loosely over her left thigh. She’d been asleep for an hour, at least, and the slow rise and fall of her upper back played out the same beat that his fingers were dictating, albeit it at a much reduced pace. Patter patter patter patter rise, patter patter patter patter fall. Again, a suppressed laugh. Normally she was so much faster than  him. He liked to take his time, they both knew that. 

Without any warning, he set down the marker, leaving it on the desk before standing off the stool. Everything he needed was laid out on the desk, next to the marker, and now he knew what he was going to say, he needed to do what he was going to do. He took a breath, timing it with her’s, before sliding his hand off her thigh and taking a length of silk. 

The way their dynamic worked, he wasn’t often openly affectionate with her. He would cuddle, and enjoy her closeness, but it was always tinged with a line of humour, as if he was doing it sarcastically, or, more accurately, that he could flip it on its head at any moment, turn something soft into something hard. He’d worked hard to cultivate that spontaneity, knowing that it was what she wanted. 

Now, though, he could do as he pleased. The silk wrapped around his left hand, he stroked his right down her back, lingering on her shoulderblades, the way they’d spread ever so slightly as she took in a breath, before settling back down as she exhaled. It was almost hypnotic, and entire minutes were lost just watching and fondling them. Satisfied, he reached up, taking the hand that was haphazardly strewn around the pillow and drawing it downwards, aiming for those twin dimples just above her bottom. 

There was no resistance. Why would there be? She’d always been a heavy sleeper, and he’d made sure she was exhausted before finally letting her collapse. On top of her usual exercise, he’d used her thoroughly, and despite a mutual shower, there was still a lingering aroma of sex in the room. The half smile had fully matured as he took her other hand, enjoying this pliant form, no whining or moaning, just passive agreement. 

With both of them behind her back, he took the silk from his hand and started to wind it around her wrists, occasionally crossing it in on itself and drawing it back around. Delicacy was a necessity, if only to avoid giving her too much dream fuel. On top of that, he didn’t want to stir her if he could help it. 

A final knot and he let go of those hands, letting her settle back down for a few moments. Turning back to the desk, he picked up the next stage. A round plastic egg, a garish, vibrant pink, and accompanying remote. The smile turned into a smirk. 

Holding the egg in one hand, he reached down with the other, tracing it down her lower lips. He’d always enjoyed the thickness of his fingers, the way she’d so readily part around even the one, as if trying to consume it. As much as he didn’t want to wake her whole, there were parts that could stir, given the right attention. And this part, between her legs, was ever the eager thing. It didn’t take long, and it didn’t take much, before she was as wet as he needed. The tip of the egg was accepted easily, perhaps even eagerly, knowing her dreams. The rest was taken without fuss, the entire vulgar pink thing disappearing within her in a few nonchalant seconds.

They’d been talking about her dreams a few days ago, when she’d begun to blush. It was during morning tea, the toast having grown cold minutes ago, a victim to the perverse fantasies her unconscious mind had conjured.

“There’s one you’re not telling me.” He didn’t sound angry, just assured in that knowledge. 

“How do you always know?” There was a tinge of frustration in her voice, and his non-committal shrug didn’t help things. “Well… yeah, there is.” She sounded a little smaller, retreating in on herself.

“It’s kind of…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she took a deep breath. “Ok, so it’s sort of a rape fantasy. Waking up after being drugged, all bound and unable to do anything. Basically every faculty stolen from me, and then having…” Another trail off. “That… stolen from me.” It was difficult to talk about, even after they’d discussed rape fantasies before. 

“I see.”

That had been the last of it. They’d sipped their tea, thrown the toast into the bin and got on with their day. The last of it, of course, until now. 

He withdrew his hand from between her legs, and stood, wiping her wetness on the upturned swell of her bottom, leaving a pair of slick streaks, glinting in the half light of the desk lamp. He picked up the marker, pulled off the cap, and brought his hand to the top of the mirror. 

My dear depraved darling,

No doubt you’re waking up confused. No doubt you’re waking up 

in quite a state, too. That’s good. That’s what I want. 

There’s a remote on the desk here. Turn it on. 

Then wake me up. How I’ve told you to before.

I want my first sight to be you with a mouthful of me.

I hope you slept well.

x

He took a step back, canting his head to one side to check that it was legible. That smirk was back, more confident than before. That final X was a little sloppy, one of the spokes curling ever so slightly. He didn’t mind, felt it added a slight air to it, even if he couldn’t describe exactly what air that was. 

The lid of the marker went back on, and the marker went back into the draw. He turned, giving her one last long, lingering look, savouring every curve of her, even the ones she was self conscious about, before climbing down beside her and resting that beautiful head on his chest. 

He was asleep in minutes. He needed a good night’s sleep, after all. He had a big morning planned.

I hate the world , my vibrator broke

Sex Talk: #3 (Sex Toys)

If you’ve been on the internet for more than 10 minutes you’ve probably seen many sex toys (or maybe that’s just my horny self? ). But why are there so many? Which one is right for you? Which one to gift to your partner?

I’ve got (some) answers for you!

Okay, so listen up, if you don’t feel like using sex toys, that’s A-okay! But if you wanna spice things up, try new things or just wanna know some more stuff, read on!

Let us start with the basics:

Dildos:okay, so dildos are basically just fake dicks, mostly silicone, plastic or glass (my fav!). Silicone and plastic dildos can be flexible, therefore you can curve them. Some of them have suction cups at the end, so you can stick them on whatever surface you want, and make yourself feel the magic. Glass on the other hand is not flexible, but its heat resistant, so you can put it in the freezer for a cold surprise for your partner, or heat them up (be careful not to burn them, or give them a frost bite, if frozen). Silicone and plastic ones usually come in flesh colors and are closly resembling an actual male organ, where glass dildos are mostly transparent, but decorated with different colored glass inside or on the outside (sometimes ribbed or dotted). You may have or will come across double sided dildos, almost always silicone, because it’s either for vaginal and anal use (at the same time) or two people and their desired holes. If your preffered orgasm is vaginal (or anal) dildos are made for you. Enjoy your big O! ;)

Vibrators: there are many different vibrators, but you can mainly put them in a couple of categories… Bullet vibrators are tiny (like an inch) and therefor can be hidden in a panty or under a skirt, usually for a quick orgasm in public or hidden toilet run at the office. Many come with addition silicone covers, for more pleasure and to target certain areas. Next one is a one hole vibrator, looks like a dildo, but has a vibrating system in it. Nothing else to add here really, so many different colors, patterns, textures to choose from though. Third ones are two hole vibrators; made for vaginal and anal stimulation, hits both G-spots at the same time, for maximum pleasure. Usually the anal part of it is a bit thinner, but can look the same. Next ones are rabbit vibrators. Rabbits are vibrators for vaginal and clitoral stimulation, you put the “rabbit ears” on clitoris and enjoy the pleasure of vibrations. That covers most of them.

Buttplugs: Always start with a small ones and work your way up. Buttplugs are mostly metal or silicone, theyre either a simple kinda teardrop shape or can be “three balls stacked” shaped. Depends on how far you are in the butt streatching department, choose your buttplugs accordingly to size. Again, metal ones can be cooled or warmed up, while silicone ones are not. Always and I mean always use lubricants with buttplugs!

That’s all for today, we’re gonna continue this sex toys talk tomorrow, but until then

Have fun and stay safe!