Delightfully unique- whatever or whomever I'm writing in consent, romance, and lust.
The humor... often I look at the Masturbation Monday inspiration picture either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning- and then I write during either/and a church service at the bricks-and-mortar Unitarian Universalist church I go to and/or the online Church of the Larger Fellowship. Well being way too broke meant no B&M church this morning and I'm getting pissed off at a failure to caption at CLF- I do have above average hearing and usually processing abilities are pretty on, but reading so much about Deaf culture as I study ASL has captions on my mind. So I got off Facebook because I often manage to write a decent scene during church service(s). But captions drew me into just seeing Kayla as she lay on the bed in the picture. So worry about therapist on Monday cut this a little short; I hope you still enjoy.
Is it still a gag when it's on the dominant... or when both dom and sub have their mouths held closed? He pondered as he pushed the Velcro pieces together on the back of his head; her mouth was held closed by a smaller size of the same harness, although her bound wrists prevented her from reaching the Velcro.
Her legs flexed only as much as her tightly bound ankles would allow. Her hips moved with her struggles as he slipped his earplugs into his ear canals before placing a yellow silk swatch in her right hand.
He lifted his eyebrows. You still consent?
She squeezed the swatch harder. Snorting a breath, she tensed when he carefully removed her hearing aids before placing them in their box on the nightstand. She focused hard on the massager, it seeming as larger as her forearm.
Grinning, he allowed her to take her look. I'm not sure how much she can tell its speed from looking.
With fluttering eyelids and lashes, she sunk into the bed as he sunk the vibrator into her cunt, fitting the clitoral attachment into place. Her jaw pulled against the facial harness even though the Velcro was strong enough to hold against this low level of struggle.
He swallowed, his intent to dominate through words blocked by their consensual dual gagging. He touched the tip of his tongue to the inside of his mouth. A flick of his thumb sped up the vibration.
Her hips thrust up.
He twisted the vibrator slightly. With his free hand, he gave her inner thigh a small pinch. The cord stroked the top of her other thigh. He pulled the toy out slightly before pushing it back in as far as it could go. He released her thigh and moved his left hand to hold the vibrator. Come? he signed.
Right, we agreed no sign except for safety. He turned up the vibrator again.
She bounced against the bed with the first orgasm he'd given her that day.
So much more to explore.