A friend newly curious about kink asked me what aftercare was and I said it was kinda like Bigfoot. Obviously that didn't help much so I explained that it's the missing link between "You're a worthless whore" and "My love."
Just when you think you've heard it all before someone shares a story about a Shaman defacing someone's house during a dispute over Magic the Gathering cards.
Which is a sentence I never expected to write but somehow doesn't shock me.
"Sir your sword has become unsheathed."
Possibly the best way to be told your fly is down ever.
Honestly she was trying. Washing and scrubbing, as the misting spray caught the light coming in the window to give her a warm halo. I might have even intended to help as I padded softly up behind her. But the sweet sent of ripe apples put me in mind of plucking not scrubbing as I settle my hands firmly on her hips. Leaning down I nuzzled her hair away to expose her slender neck to my lips as I basked in the feel of her against me.
"I'm trying to get these done." She giggle as I nibble at her.
"Never told you to stop." I breathed softly into her ear before taking her lobe in my teeth and giving it a playful tug.
"You're being very distracting." She mock scolded as one of my hands drew up her skirt.
"And you're not wearing panties." I growled happily as my fingers found her uncovered and moist in anticipation.
One hand roughly pushed her forward as the other pulled her hips back into me. Instinctively her hands shot out to grab the counter for support. Hand moving around to clamp firmly on her slender neck I whispered, "Don't stop."
Her only answer was a moan as my freed cock slide along her slit. She tried to return to the dishes, trembling hands fumbling with the sauce pan from last night as I held her upright and enjoyed the feel of her as I slid back forth. The sauce pan dropped as I slammed into her.
My hand left her stomach and came down hard on her exposed ass. The crack filled the kitchen and she leapt back to the dishes as I settled into a soft steady rhythm. Pushing myself deeper as the soft feel softly across my face, enjoying the feel of her around me as new scents joined the aroma of apples. With them my excitement grew and it was not long before I abandoned my restrained pace and her any pretext of working. One hand tore open the neck of her dress to maul her tender breasts as the other raked fingers down her side to find her clit. She took the counter in a death grip as I bent fully over her, our bodies a hot jumbled mess. Her moans gradually took the form of pleas and I growled in response knowing it wouldn't be long but making her wait.
The command was given and she came. Her pussy clamping down. A velvety vice that drove me over the edge and milked every last drop of me into her. Her knees wobbled and gave out as my arms took her weight fully as I forced myself into her for the last few heady thrusts.
Gradually I took her and her ruined dress into my arms. Lifting her with a grunt and moving decided away from the dishes. I saw confusion poking through the fuzzy vacantness on her face.
"We'll do the dishes later..." I grunted.
So I was explaining Star Wars canon to a friend. How under Lucas there was 'G' and 'T' and 'C' and so on tiers of canon. And how they all more or less powerful fixed the rules in place and how higher tiers could override lower.
But now it's all about the D.
Even though now there is only D, not all Ds are equal. So the bigger you are the more you can swing your weight around. Use that big D energy to truly put your stamp on the Star Wars story. And if someone is reticent you got to force it down their throats. Really make them take that D.
For some reason my friend wouldn't stop giggling.
A shiver ran through our combined bodies as I felt it. My fingers tightened their tenuous grip on sweat slickened hips as I shoved myself forwards, deeper into the tight embrace of her ass. The nearly sizzling lube only adding to the blazing heat between us and only the sensation providing relief as I sucked in the warm humid air.
Yet I shivered as I filled her ass. Despite the heat despite her warmth I felt waves of cold washing along my cock. Frigid bumps and rough textures rubbed my length through the velvet glove of her ass. Slowly giving way as I slammed my hips into her. The dildo of ice adding to the flood of juices leaking from her excited pussy as I took her. I could feel her uncontrolled excitement trembling through her the mix of sensations stoking the fire within her, it wanted to cool off.
One hard thrust buried me inside her and I used my weight to force her chest down. She gasped as he hanging tits submerged into the ice water. The cold shock driving the breath from her. Shock that made all her muscles tense. Too much sudden pressure for me and I grunt as I pumped into her.
Falling back I panted in muggy air. Hardly noticing how she cleaned me with a wipe. I did notice her lips sliding over my cock head. Gasping again my heart skipped as I felt her burning tongue chasing ice cubes around my cock.
"Good girl" I grunted, "Don't want to waste the ice"
"Apologizing for something?" The cashier nods at my roses.
Me picturing exactly what I intend to do with a bundle of twelve thorn covered stems, "Might have to..."
It is not the encroaching darkness that is frightening. Or the fact no rage at the dying of the light or iron will can slow the dark's progress. But what frightens me is no matter how closely I examine it, how deeply I analyze the darkness, I can see no light and hear only one thing. The mocking question, "where is the lie?"
"So you didn't mind waking up alone?" I asked again.
"No it was perfect." She smiled brightly, "Waking up bruised and dirty. Naked and uncovered. Feeling so thoroughly used. I loved it."
"And the money helped you feel a little extra whorish?
Still smiling she took a sip of coffee before asking, "What money?"
"The five hundred bucks I left on your nightstand, tucked underneath your book rolled up in your panties. My rent money."
"Definitely didn't see anything like that." She said sweetly, putting down her coffee and getting up from the table.
"Is that a new bag?" I rose after her.
"Yes, I worked extra hard this month so I thought I'd treat myself."
"But you don't have a job..." I looked over to find only the receding echo of her shoes on the sidewalk.
So say you're going to spank someone, but for an added bit of spice you decide to use a sword cane (with it scabbarded of course). Would that qualify as:
A) Flogging
B) Caning
C) Knife Play
For those curious the current leading answers is actually D) Why are you like this?