This is my life: strapon sex

I am only into tease and denial when I’m the one doing the teasing and denying. However, my agreement with the Husband does not include my being able to interact sexually however I’d like to with the Wild Thing. I’d like to be able to for the above mentioned reason. I don’t like being denied. However, I also wouldn’t like being divorced, so we compromise. All of us. Part of that compromise is that I can use a strapon with the Wild Thing whenever I want to, or I can put one on him and use him that way instead of using his own cock (which is not acceptable without additional negotiation ahead of time).

But I wanted that intimacy with the Wild Thing. I wanted to look into his eyes, see his beautiful visage, feel that connection between bodies. It seemed like the perfect ending to our play. He had been such a good rope bunny for me. I had challenged him and he had stepped up to meet that challenge. I wanted to praise him and connect with him at the same time. I know he loves being used, especially being used sexually. I put the strapon harness on him.

Even knowing it wasn’t his flesh and blood didn’t matter to the connection I felt when I felt him inside me. It’s not quite as good a feel for me as the real thing since silicone isn’t as giving as flesh. But that doesn’t affect the emotional connection for me at all. We started off with him on top. I wanted to be a starfish, a pillow princess, a lazy lover, catered to… and I was. He is very good at both taking direction and learning what I like. Then we took a brief break and I wanted to be on top of him. Riding my lover. Crushing him under me. Using him for my pleasure.

It was almost as if it was flesh and blood inside me. He reacted in such a way that I knew he could feel me moving over his lithe body. And he must have. He was hard under the harness. And sticking out of the top, I could feel him. Before long he was asking for permission to cum. So overtaken, as he always is, that he can barely articulate his desire. Barely speak the actual words to ask for my permission. I wanted it. He deserved it. I had certainly had my fill of physical and emotional climaxes. I let him cum.

And he was so conscientious about not getting any on the leather as he took it off. Such a gem!

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