Erotic ride through the darkness

Car moves smoothly in the darkness on interstate. My breasts are fully exposed: white, heavy, unapologetic. Joined by metal chain, swinging softly.

Before we left parking lot I asked John to put nipple clamps on me. He pulled the strap of my halter top over my head, and down, let my breasts loose. I watched his hands working tiny screws on the clamps, adjusting their tightness. I gasped slightly and he knew he had reached the right level. Wave of erotic sensation goes through me and sets me in a state of light arousal. Not the arousal where you just have to get fuck and cum right now. No. This is arousal that can stay with you for hours, enjoyable, full of promise and potential. There is no rush to end it, you want to enjoy that state of your mind and your body as long as possible.

It is one am on Saturday night, traffic is getting lighter. The white lights from the lamp posts break the darkness in the car, and I see John’s profile as he focuses his attention on the road ahead. It is almost like any other night when we leave club and head home, tired but fulfilled. Almost.

Today is the first time ever when I have actually enjoyed nipple clamps. In the past I used to consider them way too painful for me. I guess nobody adjusted them the right way for me before. Now, the sensation on my nipples, seems to connect directly to my pussy, keeping it moist and ready.

It is quiet in the car. We do not talk but the air feels erotic, while also comfortable. We both understand that we are moving our D/s relationship to higher level. Deeper submission. Firmer Dominance. At my impatient request. We are uncovering layer after layer of my deeply hidden secrets, and this is extremely exciting.

I feel at peace, staring into darkness outside the car. My hand is touching lightly John’s leg, just to keep the connection. He puts his hand on mine and we ride like that for a while. At one point he shifts in his seat, takes my hand and guides it into his pants. I feel his warm and semi hard penis in my hand. I cup it gently but firmly, and hold it for the rest of the drive. I don’t fool with it too much, we are after all on interstate driving at high speed.

We do not need to talk. We had great flogging session in the club, followed by incredible fucking out in the open, that put me in a special zone. By now we know that on a bad night our sex is 9.5 out of 10.

That night, that drive brought this sense of calm on me. Calm that we feel when we are in the right place, on the right path. I am truly, deeply enjoying being half naked in the car, with clamps keeping me aroused and submissive, with my hand between John’s thighs. I feel free, finally allowed to act the way I really desire, without a shame, accepting fully my sexuality.

Quick update on my explorations

I have paused my Tinder dating a while ago, because there is just not enough time for all that. Frankly, I am going out now way more than in my married years. Not just on dates, but somehow my circle of friends also got bigger in the recent times. Not complaining, this is all good thing. But add to that work and kids, all that together keeps me pretty busy.

John and I have been going to dungeons on regular basis. I have discovered, that Shibari (Japanese art of erotic bondage) along with suspension play can be quite fan. I always considered it something cool, but a little boring. You just stand there for a long time when someone puts a rope around you, and then you can float in the air for a while. It turned out that when done by someone with whom you have even a little bit of connections, it may be rather sensual time. I have to say I really enjoyed just hanging there for few minutes, in a completely non-erotic way.

The same day I also tried e-sim (electric stimulations) – that was another totaly non-sexual fun for me. I just laid there on the table and someone would put a magic want all over my body, often tickling in a very pleasant way. The intensity can be higher or lower, depending on what you like. And of course, it can be part of erotic play, if you chose so.

On a swinging front….. It is not that easy to find another couple or two for regular play. At least we did not have much luck so far with swinger’s websites. We are set for coffee with one single guy, who contacted us and seems to be pretty enthusiastic about it.

In the past there were couple of swinging encounters, when I felt kind of disappointed after. I was trying to figure out why on some occasions I am so happy and relaxed afterwards, and on others, kind of meh. Was it random, or was there something different about those days. And finally I had figured it out: I do not like it when other women are involved. I played a little with another woman once, when we both got involved with another couple, and that was not something I am interested in doing again. But even if I am not playing with other women, but they are around, that puts me on my guard. It turned out that I feel best when there are only men around me. Never expected that this would be a case for me….

We went to swingers’ club last night. We had pretty hot foreplay in my house, when John picked me up. I didn’t have sex probably for three weeks at least, and we both were really hot for each other, so in the club we went almost straight to the bedroom to finish what we started earlier. This was a really really great encounter…

After getting this out of the way, we both could relax and just eat and mingle a little. We were chatting with one guy that I played with once before. After few minutes of friendly chat, John moved slowly behind me and put his arms around me. His hands went under my blouse and uncovered my breasts, putting them on full display. He slowly started playing with my nipples, squeezing them hard, the way it turns me on almost immediately. I rested my head on his shoulder, and enjoyed the sensation, while watching the other guy through half closed eyes. He was watching what was unfolding in front of him, but I could tell that he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be part of the show or just an audience. I took his hand and pulled him closer, and started kissing him. We moved to the bedroom really quickly after that.

We had really great time together. I know we had some audience, but I have learnt already that audience gets me going even more. Each of the three of us was well taken care of and fully satisfied and happy. At the end I also received full body sensual massage from that guy, and that was absolute heaven.

My fantasy now is to find one more guy like this, that we could be-friend and feel comfortable together, and then meet together once in a while, the four of us. Hopefully, soon enough 😉

Mischief Managed – Erotica

You come behind me and put your arms around me. I lean back against you, and close my eyes while I feel you nibbling gently on my ear, your lips on my neck kissing it slowly. One of your fingers is tracing the other side of my neck, moving down towards cleavage area. I moan lightly when your hand finds its way under my bra, pressing on my breast and starts playing with a nipple, squeezing it, kneading, squeezing harder now.
You put your other hand under my skirt, moving it up. I open my legs, inviting you in…

Then everything stops… I hold my breath, waiting. Curious. Excited. Wary…. then I hear your whisper in my ear “Take your panties off…. you do know that you are not allowed to have your panties on when I am around”.
Yes, I do know …..but I’ve been feeling mischievous today. I whisper back, “Maybe you should try to take them off yourself….” while I push your hand away and try to free myself.
“Oh, someone is feeling bratty”, you sounds amused, while you push me down on the bed. Quickly, I move away from you, to the head of the bead and sit up there looking at you defiantly. We are staring at each other, neither of us moves a muscle. We both try very hard not to smile… Finally, you swiftly dive in towards me, and this time I can not get away. We begin to wrestle, me trying to push you away, you trying to pin me down, we rolling over on the bed, our bodies on top of each other. Now you are on top of me, holding down my arms above my head, your knee between my legs, your face close to my face and all I can feel is lust and desire. I raise my head and start kissing your neck, slowly, gently. When I reach your ear I whisper “ I surrender” and start searching for your lips.

Flogging session (Erotica)

I get myself comfortable on the bench. With my ass towards the room, I lay my head down, and watch John getting out his floggers, and putting them in order. I can hear people talking and laughing farther in the room behind me; music is playing. It’s Friday night, party time…
I close my eyes and relax. I know I am in for a treat, and there is nothing else for me to do, just enjoy it.

Are you ready? – he asks, his hand pushing my hair away from my face. I nod and smile, feeling like a cat ready to purr. He smiles back and massages my arms for a short while, then moves slowly down my back until he reaches my skirt, and pulls it up. All that covers my ass now is a little black lace of my panties.

His hand circles around my cheeks, warming them up, pulling my panties down just a little bit. Then come the welcoming sensation of first smacks, light and sensual. Then stronger, faster, landing on different parts of my ass and my thighs.

I close my eyes and just enjoy it. The sensation feels like sensual massage, where leather tresses replace hands caressing my body. Some hits feel stronger, some lighter, some more stingy than others, all together softening my body and unwinding my mind.

By now we have figured out together the intensity that works for me, that’s not too weak, and not too painful. I do not want extreme pain, I do not care about it. What I want is to enjoy the sensation of my body being worked on, and the eroticism of the scene. Going from one extreme to another: tender kiss stolen between smacks, gentle touch sneaked after harder sting, intimate gestures of otherwise public play.

When we are done, I get off the bench lazily, in kind of a dizzy slow motion. It’s like waking up from the dream back to reality. My body feels softer and lighter, but my mind doesn’t want to wake up yet.

John puts towel around my shoulders and takes me to the couch, where I can sit down and relax. He goes back to pack up his toys snd sanitize the bench. When he is done, he joins me on the couch, his arm around me for the “after care” time. I rest my head on his shoulder, and snuggle comfortably against his body, while he gently caresses my face and my hair with the other hand. I feel calm, satisfied, safe, and free.