#spicy answer

Oh my beloved Curufinrod! 🐍 Happily...

Curufin and Finrod's relationship in and out of the bedroom is a deadly chess game, fueled by their lust and individual political machinations. No one in Nargothrond can make sense of them. (And probably shouldn't try). One minute they are sparring—in a heated debate over something trivial—the next they have banished everyone in order to hold a private tête-à-tête in the throne room.

From there the sparring takes on a different—and more honest—form.

Sometimes Finrod wins the debate, with Curufin riding him bareback on the throne. Other times it's Curufin who comes out on top, sitting himself of the throne, Nauglamír clasped around his neck, while the King of Nargothrond sucks him off on his knees.

Eh, it kinda depends on what I'm wearing. Certain types of pants require underwear. Leaping off from there, I usually feed it down one leg, but sometimes I tuck.

Boy, you even THINK about puttin' yer mitts on my Sweetheart, I'll tie you up and leave you in the cellar.

Next to our sex dungeon.

Where you'll have to listen to us.

It kind of depends on my recipiant. Some people look better in leather, others in lace.

Why not 😈

Actually, it makes it easier to swing AND the tip creates a whistling sound as it cuts through the air: a little hint of what's in store.

Doggy or missionary, or some variation of the two. Doggy is great for pinning slippery ones down, and missionary lets me see their beautiful red, tear-stained faces :)

Julian!

Joking aside, most of what I have in my sex dungeon is ment more to be used on or in him. Currently, my favorite thing to use on him is a flogger.

Although this paddle is a close second: