Reverie, Reminder, Ritual - Sex Stories

Reverie, Reminder, Ritual

... she was sucking til she felt her clit perk hard and she had to rub it, she had to rub herself as she had him in her mouth.

Philip’s senses went sharp as the scent and sound of his lover’s pussy hit the air. He looked down at her, and he saw her hand between her legs - mostly her elbow moving in that way that stirred her scent into the air as she sucked him his eyes went to look at the spiral on the screen, and he made a long moan noise that she knew too well - it was a sound he made right before he dropped. She had trained that sound into him, as part of their scene work for public kink spaces. And it just stuck, even when they were in private.

The spirals! She forgot about the spirals. But he tasted too good to stop. And she needed to cum, she needed to release. Yes. Release… Release … Release. She kept chanting the word over and over, her memories flashing his tranced face in her mind, flashing it over and over like a glitch image, and her hand worked her clit so hard, she was sucking him harder and harder and he bucked forward, into her mouth and sighed a slow exhale as he came a large load down her throat, and she felt the splat on her tongue and her body jerked from her orgasm ripping through her body - the orgasm nearly ruined from her self-control of trying to not bite hard near the base of his dick.

He was into pain-play but they hadn't checked in on any type of physical pain ...

... concerning his dick, and she didn’t want to possibly cross a line or a limit So short-circuiting her orgasm a tiny bit was the price of her consideration. And the sleepy post-orgasm bliss she felt fogging her mind said it was worth it, and that she’d be able to sleep now.

Philip slid free of her mouth and tucked himself back into his pants and she looked up at him feeling sleepy. She yawned, her mind felt floaty in Littlespace.

“C’mon Melinde, let’s go to bed,” he said, and bent to pick her up, and carry her to bed, got her all tucked in. Then he crawled into bed after her, feeling his mind drop to be Little, from the act of crawling across the bedspread - it was a dark blue like the ocean with embroidered shapes on it like starfish, as well as other sea creatures with glow-in-the-dark embroidery thread.

Slipping under the blankets and making sure she was under them as well, Philip spooned her and felt her half roll to look over at him. He made a chirrupy groan that let her know he was in Little mode and was sleepy, she made the same sound back - and drifted to sleep, she made the same back and they dropped together, drifting in a dream space, away from the despair or diagnosis declaring damage. Only dreams, daze, and the reliable interdependence of dancing with distraction. And with Life being as impermanent as it is, maybe it was the next best thing to the Ever Mythic Forever Love.