I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
Looking for an image for “fire,” I found a nice, new-to-me site for pictures. While the license on this particular photo says “no attribution required,” I'm so excited to look at Matthew Barra's other photos on the site, so there. :D Yes, as for “nature,” I found a night scene for “fire.” Although I guess I could have looked for an indoor firescape. But Matthew's picture caught my eye. The extreme focus on the fire and its setting, no living beings in the picture.
In the darkness away from the fire, Audrey watches the flames move through the air in their spiral dance. Her nails scratch at her nipples through the light silk tank top; mine tingle under the cover of nylon and latex. She tilts her head in such a way that I know that she knows that I am watching her.
The warmth of the night allows me to be comfortable in just my binder. I pressed my hands against my thighs at her flirty cotton skirt; the wind picks up the lace edging, showing me her beautiful calves. My mouth dries out watching the deep brown skin with its copper tint from her recent play in the sun, move back and forth. With her one hand at the bottom of her skirt, I lift one hand to press against my pecs; a light touch might not pass through the binder to my skin, but delightful pressure certainly can. Her perfect, naked feet reach toward the fire's blaze and it touch my lips. My balls. Yes, comfort with the words. I squeeze my balls.
Her hand continues up under her skirt without fully lifting away the material. She slowly licks her lips; the amusement in her eyes teases me. She continues to tap on and scratch at her nipples even after they tent the silk accentuating her enchanting torso.
My hips push forward and I bite down on the gasp that wants to escape my trembling lips. Squeezing changes to pulling on my balls as my heart pounds against my binder. My fingers move just a bit higher to my bound clitorophallus; what would it be like if I went on T? I don't really want to transition that far. I hum into the pleasure spiraling upward along with the fire.
“That's right,” she hums. She grins. No skirt lifting. Her knuckles push up the skirt near her upper thigh. Just then, she pulls her hand out of her skirt, spits on her palm, and her hand shoots back up her skirt, this time, not stopping at her upper thigh.
My legs go rigid, even as my knee quake as if about to give out. When her hand starts moving up and down fast and faster, I fall to my knees, landing on what would be all fours, but is instead three because I need to make myself come watching her tease.
A bush pricks my stomach. I ejaculate immediately, my pelvis twitching and my ass rearing up in the air. “Just like that,” I whimper.
The fire crackles; a piece of wood breaks in half, sounding like a rocket.
My body freezes; my finger stops in the entrance to my cunt.
“That sound was at a distance from you and it's done,” Audrey soothes. Her lifted skirt reveals her hard cock, the glans shining in the half-light. She pulls her foreskin up and pushes it back down.
My body relaxes and I sink my middle finger into my cunt to its base. So wet, my hand ends up so wet. “Please, please.”
Her hand moves up and down. Her fingers pinch her cumhole.
My wet hand drops to the ground and I begin to crawl. The underbrush hurts my shins and hands so exquisitely. The scent of the burning wood reaches me first, but underneath it is Audrey's seductive odor. Her musk fills my senses.
“You look so good like that.”
I know she's seeing me as she's seen me in otherwise lit situations; I'm still in the dark behind the fire. My crawling body swings wide to the left as I make my way to her as fast as I can. My tongue rubs against the roof of my mouth, just behind my teeth.
“I love your mouth.”
I reach the space just in front of her. “Please.” My gaze moves up to her face and then down to her cock. Her hand is so soft on my cheek as I wrap my mouth around her, my tongue slipping out of my mouth to stroke her frenulum. My thighs quiver as I suck hard.
“Gonna fill your mouth.”
I suck harder.
Her warm cum shoots into my mouth as her hand tangles in the long part of my hair. “Love you, sweet.”
I smile around her cock and swallow.
Here we have the first of the pre-written #MasturbationMonday posts that I stockpiled during June so I didn't have to stretch myself so far during July's Camp Nano. I wanted to experiment :D . "Mutual masturbation" is what caught my fancy here- after you enjoy my smutty scene, I recommend Kinkly's "Ultimate Guide to Mutual Masturbation."
With the last candle lit on the far book shelf, Taryn switched off the overhead light. They turned toward the pair of bean bags they'd set up for this evening.
Holpa looked up from her book. “I suppose I shouldn't try to read in this low light.”
Taryn laughed. “Probably, since you have a paperback.” They settled into the purple silk they'd draped over their bean bag. “Was there anything you needed?”
“Weren't we going to share a drink first?”
“Heh, yeah. I'll be right back.” Taryn poured a finger of vodka into each tall, clear glass before topping it off with sparkling water and a dash of mango juice. “There you are,” they said they handed Holpa's drink to her. “Before you start drinking, let's agree to what we're doing.”
Holpa nodded. “This first time, we wanted to watch each other masturbate. At the same time, but not as a race. We agreed that friendship and vanilla sensuality comes before any BDSM.”
“That sounds good to me. I already bought our tickets to the opening of the new queer gallery.”
“Oo, thanks.” She took a careful sip of her drink. “I do so enjoy the pace at which we're taking things.”
“Just because we're nudists doesn't mean we have to jump into sexuality if that's not right for us.” They shook their head. “If only non-nudists understood that we're as varied in that as they are.”
She rested her glass on her thigh, her hand coming to lay on her inner thigh. “Not complaining about the strength of the drink, but explaining that I do drink alcohol less often.”
“Same here. I had such problems with the gay bar scene and learning to drink socially.” They took a longer drink and paused as if looking through their drink at her. “I probably won't drink again until the opening, since they usually have wine at those sorts of things.” They pressed the fingers of their empty hand against their labia.
“We're not going to wait until we're done drinking?” She grinned.
“Do you want to?” Their pressing morphed into tracing their labia, wandering through their light blond pubic hair.
“Not particularly. We going to use the traffic light system for safewords, even if we're staying vanilla?”
“Good idea.” They snorted. “If only more vanillas used safewords, but that would require dealing with rape culture.”
She moved her drink from her right to her left hand. “Yes, my dominant hand is the right, just like the majority of people.”
“Nothing wrong with the ways we are in the majority, as long as we remember those points of privilege.” Their eyes closed for a long moment as they eased their fingers between their labia, spreading them to reveal clitoris, inner labia, vaginal opening.
In response, Holpa stroked her midpoint clitorophallus with her thumb, index and middle fingers. “I... I'm so glad we can be so comfortable with our diverse bodies.”
“Yes. There's no need to pretend in the rigid gender binary, as if that adequately describes the variation in human bodies.” They opened their eyes while their two fingers moved in slow thrusts in their vagina. “Even though my body looks pretty binary, I still struggled with awkward, at night masturbating when I thought everyone was asleep. Sex ed in the city I grew up in certainly didn't include pleasure or masturbation.”
“But I see you have some toys near your feet?” She took another sip of her drink before setting the glass on a low table near her.
“Thank goodness, moving to this city has meant access to better sex ed.” They slipped wet fingers out and grabbed three small purple Kegel balls; the balls slipped into their vagina one at a time. “I really don't enjoy fingering my own vagina so much. Masturbation is much more mental, clitoral, and nipple based for me.”
She reached for her small sleeve. “I was grateful to find out that my body with its midpoint clitorophallus isn't weird.” She poured some lube into the sleeve before easing it onto her body. “And to find toys constructed for my different body?” Her feet pressed into the thick carpet.
They brushed their fingers over the breast forms' nipples. “Yes. I'm glad this does so much for me mentally. I'm still undecided on HRT or any other medical transition. You look so beautiful sprawled like that across your chair.”
“Thanks.” She gasped. “Love this toy. Faster orgasms when by myself are lovely.” Her eyes shut and her hand clutched the sleeve.
Taryn took a drink. Their hand returned between their legs and their middle finger rested on their clitoris for a moment.
Her chest heaving, making her small breasts shake, Holpa grunted with her pleasure. Her other hand moved up and down her body, from nipples to navel. Wetness shimmered on the glans of her midpoint clitorophallus. Her head rocked back on the silk holding her body.
Their finger tapped repeatedly on their clitoris. As their orgasm started, the balls rushed out of their vagina and fell to the floor.
“That looks wonderful,” she commented as her eyes reopened to see the last ball fall to the floor.
“Thanks.” They took a sip. “Would you like something to eat or should we continue?”
“I'm green.” She giggled.