I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
So this is a little long, but I was inspired, even if not by the inspiration picture. :D I recently saw the meme about FRIES from Planned Parenthood; here's the article about it on Bustle.com. I was happy; I only had to look up the I (for informed) on my Master's phone because I wasn't online just then. I find it quite ironic since “informed” is often one of my arguments for the poorly written “BDSM romance” that get published too much. I'm gonna fangirl now hehe- if you want some good BDSM erotic romance, I suggest Tymber Dalton and our Kayla Lords for well written and informed BDSM fiction.
“I spotted something from Planned Parenthood that might make a fun sexual game.” The Queen grinned at Audrey. “I do so love fries, don't you?”
Audrey snorted. “What are you up to, boy?”
“Well someone had left stuff with the OWL materials. Fry?” He held out a crispy light brown, thick cut french fry to her, its end shimmering with curry sauce.
“Sex with food?” She arched an eyebrow.
“No. It is a lovely, new acronym about consent.”
“Ah, a consent game. I like those as much as D/s games. However I'm not familiar with this acronym yet. Please, teach me, lover.”
He swallowed the fry he'd been chewing. “But there is consent even in D/s. You made sure I understood that early in our play.” He took another bite of a fry as he wiggled his hips suggestively at her.
One finger in a raspberry red curl from her twist-out do, she watched his antics.
“Okay. So you did not directly answer my question. Do you love fries or not?”
“I'm gonna spank your little pasty ass if you don't stop teasing. You know I love fries, but I'm on a diet right now.”
“Well in this case, we are not talking about fries to eat, but the new teaching about consent. F for freely given, R for revocable, I for informed, E for enthusiastic, and S for specific. FRIES. They did have nice paragraphs elucidating on these terms on the pamphlet I read.”
“So, you wanna leave those french fries here and we can work on the rest of this consent in my bed?” She cackled. “Or is this like a BDSM negotiation that shouldn't happen in the bed or play space, as the case may be?”
“I think we are more than good to relocate to your bed as we are both sober and I know I wanna touch your lovely body in any way you will let me.” He showered her with a lopsided grin as he leaned closer over the table to caress the table beside her hands.
“I love when a little informality slips into your word choice and it isn't about being upset.” She clasped his hands a moment. “Come on.” She pulled off her tank top as she walked, tossing the cream-colored silk to the floor.
“Good to have subs,” he joked. His red shirt joined hers on the floor as he hurried to catch up to her.
“Yeah.” She turned on her bedroom light. “So far, you're only consenting to getting in my bed, right?”
“For now. Good being specific.”
“Are you sure we aren't too old for this?”
“Never to old for consent.” He shucked his pants and tossed them by her wall. “May I please kiss your lips?”
“Most definitely.” Her eyelids slid down and she leaned in to meet his searching lips in the softest press of passion. “I'll always be glad I met you.”
“Me too,” he murmured against her lips.
“I guess me being out as a trans woman who hasn't had surgery counts under informed?”
“Sure does. As much as it leads my mind to what I would like in your bed.” He lifted his hands to about her shoulders and she met his hands with her own.
“And what would that be?” She looked from her dark brown fingers interlocked with pale pink fingers to his ice blue eyes.
“Our bodies twisted into a delightful 69, our cocks in each others' mouths, our hands moving over skin, genitals, assholes, until I pull off your cock to beg you to fuck my ass. I might like a little spanking before the fucking.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, lover. You gonna mess up the sheets first?”
“Nah. I am going to beg to pull you into bed with me.”
She nodded and then laughed as they tumbled onto her vanilla-scented, scarlet-colored comforter. “You are such a gorgeous, gorgeous man. I love that you love eye contact.”
His lips parted. “Kiss?”
“Yes.” She caught his lips with hers. After a long moment, she tapped her tongue against his lips. She groaned when he allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth. Her legs slipped between his before he twisted his calves around hers.
“Oops,” he murmured.
“Nah, it's good. But I wanna move onto that 69-ing we agreed to.” The moment he released her legs, she scrambled on the bed so she lay on her side with her face just about his thighs. His skin smelled of jeans, pine, and finally him. She parted her lips and pulled his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Her ass clenched with pleasure when his mouth wrapped around her cock.
He grasped her hips as they settled into the connection. His breath tickled the short hairs on her balls and inner thighs as he enjoyed her as she enjoyed him. Then he started to move, his mouth going up and down on her cock.
Her hands tightened around his thighs. She pushed her lips to the base of his cock, her tongue moving against him. As he groaned around her cock, she reached up to stroke his balls. That feels so good, she thought as he repeated her gesture. Her fingers slipped onto his taint as she searched for his prostate.
His high pitched whimper of ecstasy echoed through the room. He pulled his mouth off her cock. “No spanking. Gonna need you to fuck me soon if you keep massaging and sucking me like that.”
She felt her smile in her cheeks.
“Not that I'm complaining.”
His mouth reclaiming her cock made her feet flex against the bed. She pressed her tongue against his shaft. Her fingers moved through his thick, black body hair again as she worked on his prostate externally and squeezed his balls in time with her sucking.
Didier appeared just then to place a small bowl of coconut oil where she could see it.
Audrey pulled off The Queen's cock. “Thanks, love.”
“Of course, my Lady.” Didier hurried off.
The Queen paused in sucking her cock. “Finger cot?”
“Not unless you've been with anyone outside our families and should be tested.”
“Not me. Coconut oil lube then?”
“Sounds like paradise. Just one finger, little boy. You have big hands.” She licked his glans before working her way down his hard shaft. Her hands tightened on his hips as one slippery finger worked its way into her asshole. She went rigid when his fingertip wandered across her prostate. I hope whoever I go to bed with tonight is good with just cuddling. His prostate seemed to pulse against her fingers. Her muscles relaxed into spasms of release. She keened with pleasure as he flicked his tongue against her frenulum.
He continued to torture her with the intense stimulation.
She reached for some of the coconut oil near her. Nails recently trimmed. She gathered up a dollop with her index finger before reaching around to stroke him between the cheeks, first the trembling ring of muscle, then gently into his asshole as he relaxed with deep groans. With the change from external to internal massage, she tasted the first bit of his pre-cum. She added a finger and tapped them against his prostate.
He pulled off her cock. “Please, please, fuck my asshole! Whatever position you want me. Rough, just move me!”
At his pleading, she pulled off his cock and pushed him flat on her bed. She kneed his legs apart and reached under him to unbend his cock. She smiled when he arched his lower back, presenting his hole to her. She grabbed more oil and stroked her cock with it. She eased her foreskin down a little more before thrusting into his asshole. “You feel so good,” she moaned.
The comforter muffled his response into unintelligible sounds.
She grabbed his shoulders and fucked him hard. The tight sheath of his asshole caressed her shaft as her balls pulled up tight against her body. “Don't know how long I'll last before shooting my wad into your pretty little ass.”
He turned his head so his cheek pressed into the bed. “Come whenever you're ready. I already feel so wonderful from your loving.” He straightened his head so his lips again pressed into the comforter. His fingers curled into the fabric.
Closing her eyes, she bathed in the sensation of making love to him. She pushed her hands under his hips and lifted him so she thrust deeper into his asshole. She pressed her open mouth against his shoulder, but didn't bite. “Gonna. Gonna fill.” She pounded into him. “Love. My. Love.”
Grunting, he pushed back his hips even as he gripped his asscheeks.
The cum pushed out of her into him as the orgasm and ejaculation seemed to make her heart skip a beat. With the rush of her own pleasure, he grunted again and then went rigid. She kissed the back of his neck where his hair had fallen aside.
His hands slipped to the bed. He lifted his head slight to ask, “Good game?”
“Yeah.” She rolled to his side. “Good game. Cuddle for awhile before a shower?”
“Sounds good. Then we can have some more of those fries Didier made us.”
She laughed. “Sure, lover.”
I had a moment on Facebook, trying to figure out some words for this scene based on Iven being a trans man who's had some gender confirming surgeries and not others. Remember that he's wearing a sports chest binder in this scene because he hasn't had what's commonly thought of as “top surgery” or bilateral mastectomy and male chest construction.
Click here to read part 1 first.
“Plans, my Lady?” Iven's throat moved with his swallowing.
“Yes.” Audrey crawled onto the bed and came to kneel between his spread legs. “I want to enjoy my boy. You still want to be my boy, right?”
“Yes, my Lady. Your boy.”
With the tip of her tongue, she traced a line from his belly button to the bottom hem of his binder.
“My Lady,” he groaned as his cock grew hard against her thigh.
“That's my boy,” she rasped. “Does the pressure of my leg across your cock feel that good?”
“Yes, my Lady.” He lifted his hips to press harder against her. “Do I... beg?”
“Beg to come? Of course you do, but you can't be that close just yet?” She crawled backward until she could rest her chin--balls, he wants them called balls, even if he didn't get scrotoplasty—on his balls. She brushed one fingernail up his cock.
“So sensitive, my Lady,” he whimpered.
“I like to hear that.” She sucked his cock into her mouth. Breathing in through her nose, she listened for his sounds. The feel of his cock made her own get harder. He's holding back, but his hips want to move. My handsome boy.
“My Lady, my Lady!”
She pressed her hands underneath his ass and lifted him closer. She pulled back slightly, until just the glans rested on her tongue. Her heart pounded in her ears as his legs pushed against hers. She pressed her thumbs into his hips.
“Yes, my Lady.” He moaned hoarsely and thrust upward so she took his cock back into her mouth to the root. “Oh, my Lady.” His head rocked against the pillows. “I didn't mean to. Um. Feels, feels...” He coughed and then groaned.
Grabbing and then squeezing his hand, she sucked harder on his cock. Need that in me. She pulled all the way off him with her lips just touching the head. “I want to spank you now. Then I want to feel you in my ass, let you fuck me until we both come.”
“Please, my Lady.” Iven's toes curled into the comforter again.
She tumbled away from him on her bed and placed her feet on the carpet.
Without a further order from her, he dashed across the space to lay himself across her thighs, his cock coming to settle between them.
“That's my good boy.” She brushed her fingers over his asscheeks. “Which of my wants are you more eager for?”
He mewled behind closed lips.
“A, B, or C, boy. Unless you want a punishment more than B,” she teased.
“B, but it makes me feel greedy to say, my Lady.”
“Good boy, answering and explaining your answer. What have we talked about with wants?” She dropped three spanks on his cheeks, her tongue moving against the back of her teeth at the delightful sting on her hand.
Releasing a held breath after the last spank, he replied, “Wants are fine to have. It's only in violating someone's consent to get those wants is there any reason for negativity. My Lady.”
“Yes, good boy.” She spanked him several more times, one cheek, the other cheek, across the middle over his crack, without counting. Her balls pulsed hot with pleasure as he writhed against her. “Good boy, staying hard during your spanking.”
“Thanks, my Lady.” His hips thrust his ass up to meet her hand.
She pushed him to the bed and scrambled up to grab the anal lube. Squirting out a bunch, she spread some over her asshole before returning to him. The lube resting on her palm, she stroked his cock until it glistened.
“My Lady, please, my Lady!” He rocked against the bed with abandon.
“Come on, boy! Up on the bed so we can spoon.” She pulled him by his hair until they were up at the head of the bed. Spreading her asscheeks with one hand, she ordered, “Do me!” Sighing, she enjoyed the pressure of his cock at her entrance before he started pushing into her. “That's my boy.” She grunted with pleasure when he touched her hip. “Reach around and stroke my cock, boy.”
“Yes, my Lady,” he replied between gritted teeth.
Her muscles clamped down on his cock. “Just like that.”
“Thank you, my Lady. I never imagined it could feel this good!” He pounded into her as his hand slipped up and down her cock, his thumb pushing down her foreskin when he went up over the glans.
This was the right choice for him, and fuck, does his cock feel good! She grabbed his hand off her cock and licked his palm before wrapping him around her cock again. “I want you to feel good and come, boy. No begging now. I just wanna know when you come.”
“Yes, yes, yes! Thanks, my Lady!” His thumb slipped over her glans in the way that drove her crazy. “Thank you. Unh!” His hand slid down to the base of her cock, his little finger sliding over her balls.
“Thant's right! Come for me. Come inside me!” Her cum shot out of her onto the bed as he groaned behind her. Her face fell forward onto the pillow. So good. My good boy. Used the right language, even coming. That's my handsome boy. She pulled an extra blanket over them. “We'll go take a soak shortly, good boy. Thank you for sharing your first post-op sexual experience with me.”
“You're welcome and thanks for allowing it, my Lady.” He kissed the nap of her neck and pressed closer to her.
I debated and even asked Kayla's opinion on Twitter about what I'm going to share. Asked in my fan group on Facebook. The inspiration picture she chose for this week is certainly hot, but I already had this idea in my mind. If you read this week, you got to enjoy Audrey and I experimenting sexually after I came out as non-binary; this week, The Queen is going to help me process my gender and sexuality:
I haven't masturbated since I went on an anti-depressant; I just haven't been interested, although partnered sexual intimacy is good. I tried once and couldn't get into it... and then The Queen joined in...
My right hand between my thighs, my left hand worked the Kindle's buttons. Even my favorites to masturbate to weren't quite doing it.
Then The Queen appears. He grabs my legs and places my feet against his shoulders.
I feel the phantom lube as my fingers speed up over my clit.
“Think unbound clitorophallus,” he whispers. “Be my good little boy.”
My heart lurches. I didn't tell you already that I'm wearing my chest binder to masturbate in yet, did I? It gives me such gender euphoria.
Lubed up now, The Queen's unbound clitorophallus slides into my chocolate starfish.
“That's a good boy, pleasing your master,” The Queen laughs. He drives his phantom unbound clitorophallus into my ass and I come hard- my finger and the virtual penetration mixing with the binder's sweet pressure to overwhelm my seeming inability to masturbate to orgasm. “Such a very good boy. I love fucking my good boy.”
I cannot imagine this orgasm ever ending; how it rushes through me in wild circles.
“You kept me waiting. Bad, bad boy. I shall fill your ass fast.”
My fingers jerk against my bound clitorophallus at bad. “Please, my Queen,” I beg.
He grunts and pounds his unbound clitorophallus into my ass; he wasn't joking.
“Yes, yes, please, please!” I cry.
“Good boy, good ass.”
I shudder even as I'm held in place by his weight.
“Uh!” He clasps my ass cheeks and stills. “Good boy.”