A Little Direction, Redux

This is the email I sent N after all was fucked and done:


First, thank you for forcing us to slow down and really enjoy each others' bodies.

Second, thank you for the 9 orgasms between us in the 20 minutes after we were done.

Third, you should charge for this.

Domination at a distance. That's what we did. We took a set of instructions from someone we only know at a distance, and put them into action. We tried to comply accurately and in the spirit in which they were offered. I wanted to get it right as much as I wanted to get off. Though I know N had his own ulterior motives for his note to me + D, I also know that he genuinely wanted us to have a good time. So we genuinely had a good time.

The prospect of this little experiment had me giddy, and as a result I fucked up the first instruction. All I indexed from it was cunt. straddle. face. cum. So that's what I did. And then later read that D wasn't supposed to touch me and I was supposed to get myself off. Oops. But it was a really excellent fuck up. And damn, was it a good way to start the day. Much, much better than coffee.

At different points during the day I found myself re-reading and referring back to the instructions. I enjoyed reading N's post so much. In a way it's because I suspect his instructions to us are something he would love to do with the right partner, as well, so I sort of felt as though we'd become the embodiment of his fantasy.

I was trying to figure out what I wanted to sext, since that's something D + I never do. Maybe have done once or twice, but never with photos. Dirty photos scare me.

Ultimately, a suggestive photo was sent, as were some highly explicit texts.


"I am sitting here next to you, and if my panties had a crotch it would be soaked."


"I am really looking forward to having your cock in my face and my mouth on you forever."


"Tongue. In. Pussy."

And this last one from the cab on the way home:

"I want you to finger me now."

So he did.

Instruction 3 was the start of more than 2.5 hours of unmitigated pleasure. We'd never put ourselves on the clock before. The prospect of 2 hours of pleasure with neither of us coming, followed by a break before we could even think about touching each other again was equally divine and horrible. Fuck, we just wanted each other so badly.

My turn was first. I stroked, I sucked, I licked, I kissed, I nuzzled, I rubbed. And then I put a vibrating Tor II on his beautiful cock and did it all over again. I slid my wet pussy along him, took him inside for a few minutes a couple of times, giving him a good, long, tortuous lick and suck afterwards. For a good 20 minutes in there I told him all the things I love about his cock, most of them obvious, but clearly something no man can ever tire of hearing.

The thing I love most about having my mouth on him is his balls. I'm thrilled to suck his cock anytime, to stroke him and finger that sensitive spot on the underside just below the head. To cover my hands in lube and give him a two-fisted handjob while straddling his legs and effectively immobilizing him. But I love his balls. His scent makes me wet. Makes me want to have him inside me. I tongue the bottom of his sack. There's something sensitive there, must be a nerve, that sends a message deep into his groin. He groans and moans every time.

And then I begin to suck one into my mouth, holding him just inside my lips, rolling him over my tongue, sucking just the slightest. After finishing with one I turn to the other. He's usually less in control by round two,  especially if one of my hands is also stroking his cock, which it usually is. Again I suck and lick and stroke. And if I'm feeling really confident, I try to take both in my mouth at once. That's hard. Last night it didn't happen, but given the amount of time we had, he got three good rounds of my attention.

Pleasure is at the heart of it all. I get pleasure from tending to and enjoying his cock. I took my time with everything, slowed it all way down, and the result was a man writhing beneath me, begging for more and more. And when he wasn't begging for more, he was telling me how lucky he feels that we're together, so in love and lust. He's very good.

The admonition for D not to come, while well-intended, was completely unnecessary. The boy lasts and lasts, and last night was no exception. I'm not even certain I truly got him to the edge. But it was incredible to just luxuriate in each others' bodies. Of course, he spent the last 5 minutes talking non-stop about what he was going to do with his turn!

When it was my turn to lie back and receive it was probably the most challenging part of the night because I come easily and often. And I was incredibly ready for my turn. Really fucking wet and ready.

D did everything I love with his fingers and tongue. And later, when we had our little break, he realized that he never even opened the toy bag. Which I guess says a lot that he spent an hour not making me come with just his mouth and fingers. Repeatedly he nipped the edge of my outer lips and sucked and nibbled. I was delirious from the sensation. He does it sometimes, but never with the intensity as last night.

He had me on edge from the beginning, and it was so hard. Sometimes he teases me, but we always know that after a pass or two he's going to give in and make me come. Last night that wasn't going to happen. I didn't even try to count how many times I almost came. Once an orgasm started, but he backed off quickly enough that it dissipated. Which was both exciting and disappointing. As the end of the hour approached, our combined ability to keep the orgasms at bay was failing, and for the last 10 minutes we just lay wrapped in each other, his warm hand cupping my pussy, a fingertip just barely resting inside me.

And then we were SO ready to get ourselves off for each other. And forgot about the required 15 minute break. Aaaarrrrrggggghhhh, damn you, N! But we stopped ourselves, wrapped around each other again, and began to talk about what we'd loved about the evening.

Slowing down. That was the key to everything. It's not like we usually rush through sex, but we are frankly so gripped by lust much of the time we voraciously devour each other and intensely focus on getting each other off hard, fast, and often. We're not always like that, but enough so it could be considered part of the norm.

The long slow build, the delayed gratification, the admonition to use all available tools but no coming for two hours--it was all a sensual delight. That's what we talked about, as well as what needed to go in a quick thank-you note to N. And then we split a cupcake. We're really not food-in-bed people, but I didn't object to having the little flecks of frosting that fell on my chest and belly licked off. No, I really didn't.

Chat done, cupcake done, we were so looking forward to finally getting an orgasm! As directed, we faced each other and began to stroke our respective nethers. We do this fairly often, and it rarely ends without fucking, and we knew that's where it was going. That 15 minute break was brilliance because it was just long enough for everything to calm down and require another buildup. Oh, sweet torture!

Watching D, I knew he was getting close, so I changed my speed and rhythm so we could try to come together. That's rare for us. Fun, but rare. A large drop of come spilled from his tip just as I was about to fall over the edge, and in he slipped. He came as he fucked me through a nice, long, but not especially strong orgasm. An orgasm that started a chain that lasted for almost 20 minutes.

7 orgasms. That's what came out of a day of foreplay and 2 hours of arousal close to the edge. The last 2 orgasms were so strong I thought I would push D from my body. But he hung on. And then he hung on for another orgasm. His own, this time. I can recall one other time when he's come twice in 20 minutes. Oh, fuck it was good.

Fuck it was good. I don't know what else to say.