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Making Love Instead of Kinky Fuckery #dominance #submission

I'd felt bad all day.

We'd both been exhausted from the whirlwind weekend of fun with a good vanilla friend.

The air conditioning was out (again).

We thought we were sleeping naked to keep ourselves cool. We thought we had to do without any kinky fuckery because it was too hot.

We weren't happy about it.

We'd had our first real argument the day before and while we were fine, there was some left over tension to work out of our systems. I wanted a spanking so bad I could almost taste it. The light one he gave me before allowing me into bed was simply a tease and no real release - for either of us.

In the bed, on top of the sheets, naked - we couldn't snuggle together, but we made sure to keep some sort of contact between us. His hand on my bottom. My hand on his chest.

We couldn't help ourselves. The heat became sultry instead of just sticky. The shimmer of moisture on our skin became sensual. We moved, fluidly.

His hand caressed my body - strumming nipples, stroking labia. Sighs escaped me, breathy sounds of pure pleasure.

He moved slowly, taking his time.

He teased my clitoris. He inserted one finger, then a second. His hands brought me to edge of the cliff several times, pulling back at the last second over and over again.

I shuddered, melting into the bed. My toes curled. My hand gripped the bed.

Still moving at his own leisurely pace, he finally allowed me release.

My body bowed in ecstasy. My thighs clamped down over his hand. He pulled me back within his reach. I pressed my forehead into his chest, shuddering sobs wracking my body. Aftershocks made my stomach clench over and over again.

The orgasms subsided. I sighed with pleasure.

Gently, he pulled my back into his chest, cradling me in arms. I arched my back in a dance that has become so familiar, hissing as he entered my still-sensitive body.

Slowly, he moved in and out, a sweet, sensuous melding of two bodies. One hand rested on my hip. I reached behind and touched his leg. We moved silently, breathing together. Wispy sighs and breathy moans filled our room.

Later, in our post-coital bliss, I whispered that I liked making love as much as I like kinky fuckery. He agreed.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

8 Comments

  • Sorry about your stress-filled weekend and your first argument. Sometimes those days just happen. We’re human. The makeup sex sounded like it was transcendent, and there’s a time not to be Dom and sub or Sir and babygirl. That’s human, too. xxxo

    • You know, it’s funny that you said that, because I never considered it make up sex, but you’re right. It was. After that, we were completely fine again. 🙂

      And WOW, thanks for commenting!! (Hey, y’all, click on Bobbie’s name and go visit her site. She’s A-MAZ-ING.)

  • If you’re with the one you love, it’s all making love in my book. Sometimes soft and tender, sometimes spanky and rough, but all love nonetheless. All expressions of ourselves in one way or another, connecting just the same. I love it all, too, it all has a place.

    I’m happy you found your way through a difficult first argument with peace. They know what we need, even when we might think we need something entirely different, don’t they?

    • Well, that’s true. It’s all done in love, even when it looks mean as hell. /giggles

      He does always seem to know what I need. I think the surprise for him is that sometimes I know what he needs, too. 🙂

  • Awwww…. even without the kinky fuckery you all are cute! So nice, the sensual reconnection…. And we have been there in FL with no air conditioning. Even a shower doesn’t cool you off and the fan blows warm air. Blechhh.

    • I guess it was bound to happen…yes, we’re cute. 😉

      Today the high is only 75 degrees. I think both SSir and myself purred with happiness. Ok, maybe only I purred – he groaned. Windows open, AC (shitty as it is) off, and hoping for this kind of cool air when we go to bed tonight. 😀

  • Way to work out your tension and pent up energy you two… Sometimes the best release comes from helping each other remember the sensuality you each crave which makes the kinky fuckery that much more inten-sual?! Besides- sweaty, sultry, hot, sticky, silky sex is always on the list of amazing sexcapades, yes?! 😉

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