I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
I debated not writing for Masturbation Monday. I'm depressed. My Master's depressed and I'd argue that He's doing fuck-all beside popping an anti-depressant and being a whiny man-child; yeah, I don't have a submissive tongue in my head for how He's pissing me off. Audrey and I've been talking about my [lack of] sex drive and so we'll see if it nets anything sexy, but Audrey and I are going to talk. Oh and she wanted me to let you all that she'll motivate my ass to make the short video prompt for Kayla that I've been meaning to; since she's the focus of it, she'd like to see the video too.
"Come here, babygirl," Audrey cooed, laying in the middle of my bed.
I crawled onto the bed and settled my head on Shaman's foam shaped pillow, even as my head performed the logical rearranging that was my ass settling against her soft cock.
"Baby, we're both polyam. Try to lift yourself from feeling your sex drive is defined by relations with one person."
"Is that your way of saying I'm being unfair to you?"
"Not just me, but yourself, sweetness, your other characters." Her large, warm hands cupped for breasts for a long moment before her palms slid down my bony chest, to cup my stomach roll and I wanted to protest as Shaman's attention made me protest my stomach no longer flat.
"But love--" I kissed her fingertips as they moved over my lips. I further relaxed into her embrace. Pleasure built and zinged through me.
"If you're not going to give 110% church, give some to me." She lifted my hair on one side as Shaman had and kissed her way up and down my neck.
"Bae," she murmured against my skin. "When you go to bed tonight, let's do this again."
"Yes, I love." I grasped her wrist and drew her index finger into my mouth.
Her groans caressed my skin as her free hand moved up and down me.
"But I only feel a sex drive in these moments with you," I argued, knowing that these words would only appear on the screen of my beloved's mind.
"Bae," appeared in malleable letters of black and red, Audrey no doubt taking this moment to use the AAVE I'd argued against her using. Her hand still avoiding between my legs, but bringing me pleasure nonetheless.
"I don't know I can come beyond the furtive clitoral-based orgasm that seems to have become my all."
"Don't stress. Tonight, when I hold you, my darling. Orgasm isn't the only goal."
I closed my eyes, shutting off the physical, shutting to just Audrey's love and touch. In that moment, I noticed Onyx watching; he softly shook his head. Such a good sub, I saw in his expression the compersion, the beautiful acceptance of Audrey's joy, even with me rather than him.
I shuddered in the leaving of complacency from my self.
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