Useful, Used and So damn Horny

I’m not sure I can pick favourite sexy times with H. I love all the sexy times, however, I find the long, slow, rolling around and waking up sexy times to be really satisfying and hot. I’m usually a wake up and get up kinda gal. Most days I hit the floor running. When I have the time, I like to laze in bed.  Reading, masturbating, nodding in and out of sleep. It’s something I do very rarely, it’s a wonderful treat.

So when I’m at H’s an I have no reason to be up and all the reasons to stay in bed (all the reasons being H) I thoroughly enjoy lounging around. One time when I stayed at H’s, we woke together, they had a phone call to make. So I got up, did all the unsexy take the meds that keep me alive things then clambered back into bed, over the top of a not very awake H.

So, H’s bed is against a wall. They sleep on the edge and I sleep by the wall. Every time I need to get out of bed whilst they’re in it I have to climb over them. Now, I don’t know about you, but I think this is a set up so they end up pinned down under my sexy body several times whenever I stay.  Don’t try to pull that innocent face H, I know what you’re up to. :p

The clambering often leads to kissing and stroking and biting and generally wonderfully sexy things. I’m not going to complain about it. Gently tease maybe. See where that gets me.

We played around for a bit and both fell back asleep. I woke up a while before H but I had my phone to hand, so I did the usual sweeps of social media and such then decided to do a little writing. I’d had some words floating around my brain ever since writing Torn to be Made Whole and they needed a little playing with to make them into a poem.

It was rather lovely composing words inspired by H lying next to them as they slept. When I’m writing about them miles and miles away the remembering scenes and capturing them in words is a way to feel close to them. Doing the writing whilst close to them is a different experience. It’s a veneration. An expression of thankfulness for the opportunities I have to spend time with them.

When finished (well, the best I could do on my phone) I sent it to them. It’s the first thing I do when I write about H. Send it to them to read because although I love feedback from the world, the one person’s feedback I’m desperate for is theirs.

They woke, we snuggled. Do you know what? I love how when they wake and see me their whole face lights up in a smile. From that first time we played and we had an unscheduled nap, they’ve smiled at me on waking. That my face makes their face light up with joy just thrills me. I feel a soul-deep contentment and always return the smile with great enthusiasm.

When they rolled over to check their phone, I snuggled in behind them. They reached round to squeeze my hip and let me know they’d read the poem. Instant positive feedback, my favourite.

Actually, no, my favourite closely followed as they rolled over and there was kissing and stroking and biting and fingering. I love how H moves and positions me to where they want me. I’m not precisely doll like and it can take some serious coercion (I’m also not always that quick to catch on, especially if I’ve recently enjoyed pain or orgasms) but I move to where they want. Then we do things they want us to do and I feel cherished. Yes, also used but that makes me feel special too. Also it’s a turn on. Rawwrr.

 

As we were kissing and I was being bitten I reached down to my cunt. I needed an orgasm. I could feel it, that ache, that desperate need. I didn’t know how it’d go, how H would react, but I was pretty certain it’d be sexy whatever happened.

As it was, they followed my lead. There aren’t many things more erotic than holding yourself open for someone to play with your clit. My wet fingers rubbing against theirs as we both sought to give me pleasure. So. Fucking. Hot.

I was more than ready to pass the pleasure onto H so happily followed directions towards their erection. I sucked eagerly, listening for their happy noises, watching for the twitches and movements that tell me their enjoying themselves. Their fingers threaded into my hair, another good indication that they’re having fun. They grabbed it in a fist and used it to direct my head up and down on their cock. They literally used my mouth to masturbate with.

Hot.

I was but a useful tool, mouth open, humming with pleasure for H to fuck. I was vibrating with arousal when they pulled me back so they could wank themselves and cum in my mouth. After they pulled me up for the customary kiss (which I’m sure I’ve already said I love. I really do) I settled down next to them, lying on my back, my head on their shoulder.

“I think I have an orgasm stuck.” I said and reached down between my thighs again. H was in that post-orgasm happy glow place, I was still horny.  So it made sense to take the situation into my own hands. I touched myself. I gathered juices from inside me. My masturbation focuses on the clit, mostly. Sometimes I want something inside me, but I won’t usually fuck myself with my fingers, I want them on my clit. My clit is quite demanding. Also I’m a very one handed (left-handed) masturbator. Which wasn’t much fun that time that I broke my left wrist.

Anyway, I pulled my slippy fingers back to my clit and rubbed slow circles round and around. My eyes were shut, my face towards the wall. I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to see what H was doing. When I turned my head and looked at them, they were staring at me. Eyes wide, face filled with curiosity.

I kept our gazes locked as long as I could. My cheeks flushed, my heart racing, the arousal of being locked eye to eye adding a hard edge of urgency to the pleasure flowing through me. I vibrated with it, ached with it until it became too much and I had to close my eyes again.

Each time I opened my eyes, they were watching me, intently. It took me a while to build the orgasm. Frustratingly so, considering I had been so desperate to come I’d taken things into my own hands. However, H seemed to be enjoying themself and I certainly was. I continued, getting closer and closer to orgasm until finally the wave of pleasure crested and crashed, flooding me with ecstasy.

I turned to snuggle closer to H.

“That was so hot.” They grinned before kissing me.

I’m glad that they enjoyed my pleasure so much. Exhibitionist me definitely had a ball.

It took us all morning and a little bit of the afternoon to actually get out of bed…but I think the time we spent there was well used, don’t you agree?