Ice Cream And Clothespins – An Erotic Adventure
As we return from dinner, you ask if you can get comfortable for the night. I answer yes, please. I hear you wander to our bedroom, knowing you will be back in just a minute. This weekend, we are making our D/S dynamic a theme that will transcend the weekend vibes. You will be asking what you should wear. I exclaim that I am still hungry as I hear you start to approach, your footsteps quiet on the wooden floor. I turn to find you standing there, wearing just your pretty pink panties, with your stuffy Lilly dangling from your hand.
“Would you like me to wear my favorite onesie, one of your dress shirts, or…” I cut you off as my gaze is drawn to your beautiful and very erect nipples. I tell you I am still hungry. “But we just had dinner,” you exclaim. With that, I take you by the hand, leading you to the living room. As I guide you out of the kitchen, I deftly grab two of the new clothespins that just arrived. They are adorned with expressions of love in gold flake paint, such as XOXO and Muh!
I guide you to the couch and ask you to find a comfy spot for your Lilly. As you carefully set Lilly down, ensuring her eyes are averted, I whisper in your ear, “Please take your panties off; I need to have my dessert.” “Yes, sir,” is your instantaneous reply as they make their way down your sexy legs, past your ankles, and onto the floor. You stand naked in front of me, awaiting your next instruction. I ask you to undress me. Carefully, yet with a quickening pace as your arousal grows, you undo my buttons, stripping away until I am nearly bare. You kneel before me, slowly taking my boxer briefs down, and as my hardening manhood slips free, you lean forward to take me into your mouth while working them off the rest of the way.
After a minute or two of intense pleasure generated by your skilled and loving mouth, I pull back, taking myself from you. Your gaze up at me has a pouty expression, and I softly remind you that I am the one hungry for dessert. I ask you to slide your sexy behind onto the couch. As you find your spot, I stand before you and lean in to kiss you passionately, positioning my body in a way that makes your legs spread. Our lips meet with passion, tongues flicking with delight. My kissing moves from your lips to explore your neck, lingering intensely in that special spot before slowly making its way to your firm breasts. My mouth circles and flicks your nipples, first suckling one, then the other, as your body shudders with a gentle nip or two included in the suckle.
As I pull away from your breasts, I tell you in my Daddy voice, “I am going to eat you for dessert now, and I will not stop until you say your safe word.” “Sir,” you reply, “What about you? Do I not get to make you happy? I want your cummies in my tummy!” I smile a devilish grin, “All in good time, my dear,” and proceed to kneel on the floor while you wrap your long, shapely legs around me. I begin to taste and probe you with my tongue, eliciting the uncontrolled responses I crave from your body while my hand still clutches two clothespins. My tongue flicks and licks your button with a gentleness mixed with determination and intensity. Soon, I am rewarded with soft moans and quivers as you approach your first orgasmic delight.
I continue to let my silver-tongued devil side tease and please, careful to keep you right at the edge of your explosive cliff. After a lengthy walk along the cliff’s edge, you are vocal about your need to dive from the cliff high above the sea of orgasm and plunge into its refreshing embrace. At this moment, I carefully place one clothespin on each of your nipples, making sure you can read the words etched in gold, with “Love” firmly clamping upon your right nipple and “Kisses” tightening on your left. You howl out from the pain of the pins gripping tightly, but it is the bellow of the woman I crave finding bliss mixed with the pain.
As my mouth kisses and tongue flicks, the addition of the pain is all it takes for you to free yourself from the cliff’s edge and float majestically down into that orgasmic sea that envelopes your body. Your shakes, quivers, and screams (sorry neighbors) are just the beginning of the fun as I am far from done, making you cum undone. Soon, one climax follows another, and another, with my hands playing with the clothespins. Sometimes tugging, other times releasing, creating a mix of pleasurable pain that has you screaming but not in vain.
After your last torrent of orgasms, you muster the strength to speak clearly, “Sir, I think I am done. I cannot cum anymore.” I gaze up at you, our eyes meeting as I still consume my sweet treat. Before I stop to answer your query, I make sure to gently graze your swollen spot with my teeth, causing you to gasp with momentary pain. “One more, Princess, then I will stop. Let yourself go one more time, and I will bring you ice cream with a cherry on top.” “I cannot, I cannot,” you exclaim as my mouth slowly begins tasting you again. “Just one more?” you say. I nod my agreement, careful not to let my tongue stray.
As you push through, the painful pleasure builds, and in my mind, my thoughts swirl. Do I edge her, the one I hold so dear, or let her release? I quickly make my choice and begin using my tongue with the rhythm that the center of your pleasure always responds to. You begin to wiggle, thrash, and moan as the pleasures have grown. Just as you begin to step forward for your final cliff dive of the day, I unclip the clothespins, sending you on your way. The release of the tight gripping pain triggers you to let loose with such intensity that your body shudders uncontrollably.
Gently, I pull away and move in behind you on the couch to hold you as your body still shakes, shivers, and sways. You bury your head into my chest in a make-me-feel-small way, still softly quaking as the pleasures have not gone away. I caress you, sleep begins to take hold, and the girl, often so bold, begins to doze. As my arms grasp you tight, your sleepiness occasionally is put on hold as an aftershock floats from head to toe. Soon, you are sound asleep, held so tight. I gently place Lilly in your grasp and carry both of you to bed. As we lay in our bed, Lilly, little spoon and big spoon, your thoughts are all in dreamland now; the ice cream must wait. So when dawn comes tomorrow, ice cream will be breakfast in bed.