A Collection Of Things I Like

not to even mention the endless possibilities for dildos you can put on the machine, too. massive ones that barely fit. doubled ones to fuck both my holes simultaneously. long ones to pound right up against my cervix or deep into my guts. see-through ones so you get a perfect view of how my holes take it. monster-looking ones just because you can, and there are so many designs and some of them are a little fucked up like how would I even take it?

when they get home, bun’s dom has that look in their eyes, tsking at him: “Bun, what did we say about making a mess in public, hm? It’s okay to get yourself mess but you were so needy that you made a mess all over the booths. Bad bunny’s need to be punished, don’t they?” And bun hid his face with his ears and nodded, face heated. He knew this game but he loved it every time, tail twitching in anticipation. “Since you clearly don’t have a problem making a mess in front of others, shall we go to the front porch then, bun?” He bites his lip and says “No, bun is sorry, don’t let them see!” But really, they both know the truth.

They take their “struggling” bun out to front porch, making him lie on his back so his pussy is splayed open right above the steps, each leg tied to the posts on either side. He’s whining and moaning as his already swollen pussy is spread apart, his dom bringing out the swatter they use to wave away bugs in the summer time. “Now all the neighbors who pass by will know you’ve been a naughty bunny,” his dom sighs, pretending to be disappointed. He begins swatting bun’s soft pussy, bun jerking and crying out at each hit. All the neighbors who walk by smile fondly at the sight - “Bun’s been naughty again, hasn’t he?” “You already know, he’s an insatiable naughty bun,” his dom says, and bun really thinks he is naughty, getting so turned on at being talked about as if he wasn’t there.

They spank his pussy all afternoon until his clit and mound are swollen and wet, having squirted so many times. Now, bun’s dom is drinking tea on the front porch and reading a book, lazily swatting his pussy. He’s gagged and quiet now so bun’s dom can enjoy the peace, teary as another swat lies on his tender clit. When bun’s dom finishes reading, they get up and stand above him. “Does bunny boy understand now? That he can’t be messy in public?” Bun nods frequently, fresh tears springing from his eyes. “That’s a good bun, then. We’re almost finished, okay?”

"i will." so earnest. "i trust you."

something settling in my chest at that. something that makes me want to take even more care with you than i already planned to.

pressing a kiss to the back of your neck first. staying there for a moment.

"i've got you the whole time. i need you to know that."

"i know." turning your face slightly toward me. "i know you do."

pressing in slowly from behind. hand staying warm and steady on your stomach while you adjust.

"breathe for me sweetheart." rubbing slow circles. "nice and slow."

feeling the tension leave your body incrementally under my palm.

"there you go." so gentle. "good girl."

pressing in deeper. feeling you grip the sheets.

"hands on me love. not the sheets."

feeling you reach back. finding my hip. gripping there instead.

pressing a kiss to your shoulder. starting to move so slowly. the most careful rhythm. just enough.

your hand finding mine on your stomach. fingers lacing through.

squeezing back. not going anywhere.

mouth finding your neck. pressing slow warm kisses there while my hips keep their gentle pace.

"you feel incredible." murmured against your skin. meaning it completely. "so warm everywhere."

a small sound. pressing back into me slightly.

hand moving lower on your stomach. thumb finding your clit. starting slow easy circles.

"oh—" immediately. fingers gripping mine hard.

"i've got you." keeping everything else the same. just adding this. giving you more without taking anything away. "you don't have to do anything. i want you here with me."

feeling you get warmer. more lost in it. hips starting to move in small rolls without you deciding to.

"so beautiful." against your hair. "i wish you could see yourself right now."

a small embarrassed sound.

"i mean every word of it." pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "every single word."

feeling you get closer slowly. your breathing changing. shorter. less even. the sounds you're making getting less careful.

"i'm close—" surprised by it. "already i'm so close—"

"i know darling." thumb moving a little steadier. hips keeping the same unhurried pace. "your whole body is telling me. you're doing so beautifully."

"please—" hand gripping mine tight. "please can i— please?"

"yes baby." warm. certain. "let go. i'm right here."

feeling you fall apart.

the sound you make. the way your whole body shudders. hips pressing back into me. riding every wave while i stay right there through all of it. not rushing. not moving until you've had every last second of it.

stilling finally. arms wrapping around you from behind. pulling you close.

pressing a long kiss to your hair. your shoulder.

"so good." rubbing your back slow. "you were so good. i'm so proud of you."

a small content sound against the pillow.

"rest." pressing another kiss to your hair. "i've got you. i'm not going anywhere."

staying wrapped around you. hand moving slow and warm. letting the quiet settle between us comfortably.

staying there with you while you come all the way back. turning you gently toward me. finding your face with both hands.

looking at you properly.

"hi beautiful."

eyes sleepy and soft. "hi."

pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose.

"you did so well." thumbs stroking your face. "i'm so proud of you. so proud."

you tucking into my chest. arms finding me loosely.

The sudden "oh shit" when you realize it just feels that fucking good to be inside me and your hair trigger goes off. It just gets so hard and throbby and you're paralyzed because you just fucked up bad but oh man was it worth it

Anyway

You and your friend do this often, share a joint and ignore the needy touches, noises and pet names you'd make for each other, simply watching cartoons and eating snacks.

But this time you were sat in their lap, and you're softly, unashamedly grinding into them.

Your head feels fuzzy and you need someone to look after you,

"can you do one more for me pup."

You nod biting your lip softly.

"open." They command, and you watch as they take a large drag, holding it for second before holding your jaw and blowing the smoke into your mouth.

They place the joint in the ash tray, their free hand holding your jaw again,

"open."

Without hesitation you open your mouth, feeling their warm fingers press against your tongue... You're grinding harder in their lap, soaking through your underwear..

They watch you softly suck their fingers, never breaking your eye contact, and you giggle as they pull their fingers out of your mouth.

They drag their fingers down to the waistband of your trousers, their other hand picking the joint back up.