Recently I was part of a group discussion on what women want from their partners that they aren’t getting. There were the expected answers….time, attention, Domination, submission, oral sex….but then there were some unusual ones. One woman wants her husband to role play, another wants to try knife play, while another just wants to try anything other than the missionary position. This got my mind whirring.
Why is it so difficult to voice the desires we have? We spend hours sharing our dreams, wishes, and plans for the future, but when our man is pulling our clothes off, we suddenly get shy and embarrassed. What happens in that instant to take a woman out of the fog of sexual desire and make her afraid to share her secret needs?
Society is slowly opening up to alternate sexual preferences like BDSM, furry fandom, and even plural relationships, so it would seem that we should be more relaxed about communicating those secret fantasies with our partner(s). In reality, the opposite is true.
The women I spoke with were afraid of judgment from their significant other. Afraid that there would be shame and humiliation at admitting a desire to try something “kinky” and new. And the internet is full of people who are hiding their innermost sexual desires in their real life, but carry on a double life as a kinkster or phreak after the kiddies are in bed and their partner is otherwise occupied.
In my newest book, Dreams of the Wolf, my heroine is torn between the reality that she has met her mates, and giving up her dream of independent freedom. She is inexperienced, but finds pleasure in the experience of her partners who aren’t afraid to explore her boundaries. My question to you, is how successful have you been at voicing your sexual needs to your partner?
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“Pretty in pink aren’t you, peaches? You smell like candy,” Bryson said just before he flicked his tongue into her folds.
She might have screamed, but she wasn’t sure, in her head she could only hear the racing of her heart, and the rush of blood in her ears. The moment Bryson’s tongue slid up to stroke over her tiny clit, she arched off of the bed. Thomas pressed her back down, and moved from kissing her lips, to sucking at her nipples again. He alternated between her breasts, pinching one, then nipping the other, all while Bryson licked at her cunt.
A tsunami of sensation was building in her belly, and its center was between her quivering thighs. Bryson blew on her hot skin, and then chuckled when she growled at him. “That’s it, peaches, come for me. Let me taste your sweet juice.”
It broke over her, blocking out the rest of his words, and everything else that might have happened around her. All she knew was that her body exploded in an orgasm unlike anything she had ever been able to accomplish with her own fingers. Her pussy muscles clenched and unclenched inside of her so hard that she could feel her abs tightening with the motion. When she managed to pry her eyelids open again, it was to find Bryson with his chin resting on her pubic bone and her cream all over his lips, while Thomas sat above them, grinning at them both.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“That was fucking incredible,” Thomas said, and she giggled.
“You should have felt it from this end,” she said playfully, and Bryson slapped her thigh gently.
“Oh we will, love. No doubt about that!”
Bryson moved to tug his jeans off, exposing his thick long erection to her curious gaze. For the first time since meeting him she let her eyes run over his form unabashedly. He was gorgeous, built of muscle and sinew, and rock hard from head to toe. Her fingers itched to run over every dip and curve, but more than anything she wanted to get her hand wrapped around the length of him.
The two men moved without any conversation, switching spots so that Thomas was at the foot of the bed. He dropped to his knees and tugged her down until her butt rested on the edge of the mattress and her legs hung over his shoulders. Eye level with her flooded cunt, he winked up at her. “My turn, little one. I’m going to stretch you a little before I take you, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded, and then looked for Bryson. He was lounging next to her, with his body curved slightly around her head. His cock was within reach now, and she didn’t hesitate to reach for him. “Whoa, getting brave now, peaches?”
His taunt hit its mark because she narrowed her eyes at him, and tugged him closer. Just as she licked his tip, Thomas licked her pussy, and she jumped. “Easy! I don’t want to lose a chunk of me because Tommy-boy is playing with your girlie bits!”
KJ started giggling, “Girlie bits?”
“Really, Bry? You have to make her laugh now? I didn’t tell jokes while you were eating her pussy, did I?” Thomas said, his hot breath on her wetness making her shiver.
“Sorry man, but I have to protect myself.”
KJ licked at Bryson’s cockhead again. “I think I can handle it, but then again, I get lockjaw occasionally…”
The look on Bryson’s face was priceless, and Thomas let out a loud laugh. “She’s kidding, Bry! Now, fuck her face!”
KJ’s stomach clenched at Thomas’s dirty command. Did he realize how much his tone of voice turned her on? She wanted to do whatever would make him happy when he spoke like that, and she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Bryson’s precum was salty, and slightly musky, but it wasn’t bad. She found herself going back to trace that little line around his head with her tongue. He seemed to be enjoying it, as he pressed his cock closer to her and threaded his fingers into her blonde hair.
“Suck on it, peaches. Gently, now…”
She took it into her mouth, carefully covering her teeth with her lips, and applied a little bit of suction. His growls of pleasure encouraged her to keep going, and she took it as far as possible, choking slightly when he pressed against her tonsils.
“Don’t force it, love. Take what you can, but don’t push yourself. Just having you touch me is good enough for me. Fuck that’s beautiful.” Bryson’s head was thrown back, and his hips rocked gently as he did in fact fuck her face. It was empowering to realize that she could bring this enormous man to his knees with her mouth alone.
Thomas took that moment to slip his finger into her depths, and she gasped. The only fingers that had ever been inside of her were her own, and the feeling of being touched was more erotic than she could have fantasized.
“You like that, little one? Your greedy pussy is sucking my finger in, maybe you need more than one?” He pushed another finger into her tight passage, and she felt her body clamp down on him as she groaned around the mouthful of cock she had. If his fingers felt this magnificent how was it going to feel to be full of his cock?
As always, Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori
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