onthekneesnow:Official Candidate for ‘Miss Strapon 2016’ -  Candidate no. 189.

onthekneesnow: Official Candidate for ‘Miss Strapon 2016’ -  Candidate no. 189. My girlfriend and I were skyping one Tuesday night when she showed me her “surprise.” And it was surprising. We were just hanging out, chatting about our respective days when she suddenly got a lot more serious. From where she lay with the laptop on her chest, all I could really see was her chin, but it was clearly a serious chin.“So,” she said. “I have a surprise for you.”“Oh really?” I asked, starting to smile. Her voice had dropped and octave and gotten all husky. I knew what that meant.Her returning smile had an odd tenor to it as she sat up. Seductive… amused. But a little uncertain.“So I was going to wait to show you this until I had you all tied up, horny and desperate, and aching for more. But… I just bought it, and I really want to see the look on your face.”She set the laptop on the bed, backed up, and sloooowly panned down, so that I could get a view of her midriff… and then her waist… and then, in closeup, from a low angle, her gigantic pink strapon.My mouth fell open, and she giggled. “I hoped you’d react like that.”She slid her hand slowly down her side, and grasped the base of the dildo, moving it back and forth. “What do you think? Do you like it?”I swallowed convulsively. “Jesus christ, sweetheart. I had no idea you were into that.”In moments, I had gone from relaxed to enthralled. We had played before, with handcuffs and ropes, and a collar and leash. And I knew she preferred to be “on top” in every sense of the phrase. But she had never even insinuated that she was into THIS. Never even let her hands stray to my ass during a blowjob.Though I guess she DID like to slap my ass at inappropriate times, giggle and say “I like your cheeks.” Maybe that was a sign?She looked crushed. “I’m sorry, I guess it’s too much.”I couldn’t let her down like that. And while I wasn’t ENTIRELY sure I did like it, my little head had already started to register his vote. “No, of course it’s not! I love it. I was just surprised, that’s all.”Her smiled was back in a second, and she continued playing with her toy. “I’m glad you like it, honey, because I’ll be wearing it when I fly home to see you. I’ve got a cute little dress all picked out so that I can hide it underneath, and as soon as I get you alone… well, let’s just say that I’ve been thinking about when you popped my cherry, and I have a few idea on how I can improve on the experience.”I swallowed, hard. She hadn’t been a virgin when we started dating, but she hadn’t ever had anal sex. And the first time we experimented… I don’t want to say that I got overexcited, but she definitely had some constructive criticism for me about proper use of lubrication afterwards.She laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll learn from your mistakes. But I can’t wait to hear you when I make you mine.”I blushed suddenly. “Uh, you aren’t still planning on dinner with your folks first thing, are you?”She grinned at me. “Eager are we? Or are you afraid that I’ll take you into the bathroom and fuck you while my mother’s setting the table?”I rolled my eyes. “A little bit of both?”“Well, as much as I would love to bend you over the bathroom sink, no, I’ll be a bit more patient than that. But I want your bedroom all set up. Collar and cuffs out and ready. Lube waiting. I’m not going to take much time to get you ready, and I want you helpless.” -- source link

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