A Toy Story, Part I

I slowly pull myself out of a deep satiated slumber. I am so comfortable in his bed, the perfectly firm mattress supporting me, cozy thick blankets covering me, and his pile of clean laundry at the bottom. I do love sleeping in his bed. But what woke me up? I hear noises and as I lay there still half asleep, they seem to get louder. Is that the neighbor’s new dog? The annoying creature starts barking the minute you enter the downstairs hallway and it doesn’t stop until you’ve climbed the 5 floors to the flat. 

Hmm, but that’s not it. It sounds like sex. Whoa! That is some loud sex. This is an old German Altbau building; traditional architecture and old-fashioned building construction. You don’t normally hear anything between the living spaces, but this is most certainly sex sounds, and it’s building up to a very nice crescendo. I roll over, lay there listening to the couple scream and moan, and I re-live some of the moments of our own activities earlier in the evening. I think back and wonder, “Did we really try ALL of those toys?” The ache between my legs reminds me that if we didn’t try them all, we certainly made a good go of it. 

I hear the floor boards creak as Stefan climbs off the couch. He pops his head into the room, checking on me. “Wow! Is that your neighbors making all that noise?” I ask. 

“It’s Tuesday!”

I sigh, sleepily, “Wow. They’re having a good time.” 

“They always do!” He laughs and heads off to the bathroom. 

I drift back asleep, I am exhausted from our evening of fun. We ordered a variety of big new toys last week and tonight we finally unboxed the fun. And oh- the fun we had! It’s going to take a few days to recover from these adventures if the soreness in my pussy is any indication. I am almost asleep again when I feel Stefan climb onto the bed. I wake up quickly, because he never comes into the bed with me, well maybe once, that very first time, but since then, the bed is my domain on the nights I stay here. 

He has a huge couch in the living room. It fits us both laying side by side. It’s big enough that when we finally organize that threesome we’ve been talking about,  I suspect we’ll be able to play out there and even not come in here to the bed. We have had more erotic fun on that nasty orange couch than anyone should, really. Each time, when we’re done, satisfied, and passed out from exhaustion, from weed consumption, and in my case, usually a few glasses of wine, I inevitably wake up and can’t fall back asleep. That’s why I started to come to his bed. It’s just off the living room. I can see the light play on the walls from the TV illuminating the living room and we can still hear each other snore, but the bed is much more comfortable, and I sleep better alone. 

But now, he is kneeling on the bed next to me. I roll over, look up and there he is, with the last of the toys, proudly strapped on over his own beautiful cock. One hand is holding the 10 inch, rather hard, cock sleeve monstrosity firmly in front of him and his other hand has the lube and poppers. He is always prepared. I say, “Well, hello there!” 

“Hi. I got horny when the neighbors started going at it and you were awake, so…” 

I laugh and nod my consent, he pushes me over onto my side, one leg slightly in front of the other, and gently rubs the lube between my legs, working it all around my sensitive slit. As he touches me, I can still feel every thrust from earlier in the evening and marvel that I am already so hot for him again. He slathers the toy with more lube and positions it so we are connected but he is not yet inside me. One hand firmly grips my ass cheek and the other my thigh, as he leans his weight forward and with one deep firm thrust impales me with the toy. 

Shit. This thing is bruising my cervix it’s so long. But lord it feels so good! The ridges on the shaft tug past muscles and tissue that is already sore and sensitive, increasing the sensations as he slowly pulls out, before plunging back in, hard and fast. He continues this rhythm, deep fast thrusts followed by slow, sensual pulling out, with a slight hip swivel, until I am wet with my own warm slick juices. The lube got us started, but my own body is taking over. Shit. This is amazing. 

Fully awake, I writhe and moan in pleasure. He knows he has my attention now. He knows my body, my sounds, and knows I’m ready for more, so he motions for me to turn over onto my knees in front of him. Of course, I gladly comply. I know, even before he pushes himself inside me again, that this is going to be a hard, fast fuck. You see, I know him, his body, and his sounds too. 

I can tell when he’s in his “sex scientist” mode. The mode where he goes slowly; experimenting, checking out each sensation for us both, asking questions, trying different moves, pressures, techniques, fingers, etc. I can also tell when he’s in his “sex machine” mode. His facial expressions alone make me want to spread my legs for him then and I’m always excited to see him slide into full-on plunder my pussy or ass mode. 

I know he’ll be taking me as hard and as fast and as deep as he possibly can, and I hold on for the rough wild ride. Literally. I pull the bed sheets into my fists and press my face into the pillow. Loud moans escape, my mouth gets dry panting and breathing heavily, and he steadily and rhythmically takes me to new places of pleasure, blasting my cervix with each deep thrust. I shift my hips slightly to relieve some of the pressure of his pounding, but it doesn’t stop.

He leans over me and reaches his hand forward, even in pursuit of his own ecstasy, he is thinking of me, and puts the small vial of poppers close to my nose, giving me ample time to take deep breaths and use the popper high to push my own pleasure over the edge. The introduction of the poppers relives me of any last  inhibitions holding me back. I am fully relaxed and release all my tension into the exquisite pleasure, the beautiful pain of this incredible pounding. I press my ass back against him, forcing him to go even deeper, knowing my movements turn him on even more. 

I can picture his face right now. I know he is lost to me, to the real world. He is in a place of pure pursuit of pleasure and he won’t stop until he has come, hard and deep inside me. As I release myself to him, to the fast-paced pounding, I make small mewling animal noises, I am out of my head, the deep pressure continually pounding against my cervix, the already overused muscles of my wet cunt burning in both pain and pleasure. 

“Please cum. Please. Please cum baby.” 

He continues his onslaught, breathing harder and harder, pushing that giant toy deeper and deeper. 

“Please cum. Please. Please. Please. Cum!” I have never begged him to come before. He has never reduced me to this pile of pure simpering need before. I forsake the last of my senses, abandon myself in our wild lovemaking, and slowly descend over the edge. Inch by pleasurable inch, my orgasm builds so intensely, my words reduced to loud groans of pleasure. I fall then, screaming, his neighbors have nothing on us, as he too cries out into the night. I have never heard him come so loudly, never heard him growl with pleasure the way he is right now.  I have never screeched my passion in this way, not an ounce of self-consciousness, all instinct. 

The intensity of this new way of experiencing our mutual pleasure pushes me over the edge yet again, this time my orgasm almost pushes him and the giant toy out of me. But he uses this counter force to make his final thrusts the most punishing, the most intense, the deepest yet, before collapsing completely on top of me, spent. 

We lay there together, shaking, sweating, pulsing masses of heavily breathing bliss. I roll onto my side and he pulls me into the security and warmth his arms. Our bodies pressed together, we allow our sweat to mingle and cool, his lips lightly caress the back of my neck as our breathing comes back to normal. His hands slowly run sweaty trails across my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, all over my still tingling skin. His face nuzzles my neck. I scoot my ass backwards closer to him and twist my legs between his. 

I lay there so connected to him and revel in this gentle touch after the wild fuck he just gave me. I am amazed, after two years, the power of our adventures. I am always hot and ready for his touch. I thrill in the power of his passion and the gentleness of his love. Eventually, he pulls me closer for one long tight hug, climbs out of the bed, tucks the blanket around me again, kisses my forehead, and goes back out to the couch so we can sleep. 

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A Toy Story, Part II

 

A Toy Story- Part III

A Toy Story, Part IV

 

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18 Replies to “A Toy Story, Part I”

  1. Rawr, this was hot. I have to say my favorite part though was “He leans over me and reaches his hand forward, even in pursuit of his own ecstasy, he is thinking of me, and puts the small vial of poppers close to my nose, giving me ample time to take deep breaths and use the popper high to push my own pleasure over the edge.”

    I felt like this was a beautiful combination of a romantic, and a very dominant act. It turns me on to think of something similar with my D.

    Glad I started my morning with this! 😉 Well done!!

    1. YAY! Glad you enjoyed! We definitely enjoy very undefined, yet clear, roles in our relationship. I am here for his pleasure and taking… and we are both perfectly ok with that… I am glad you could see the romance and the dominance in that moment, that’s exactly what it was for me too! <3

  2. YAY! Glad you enjoyed! We definitely enjoy very undefined, yet clear, roles in our relationship. I am here for his pleasure and taking… and we are both perfectly ok with that… I am glad you could see the romance and the dominance in that moment, that’s exactly what it was for me too! <3

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