Erotica: When Two Kinky Wanderlusts Part

‍I was not feeling particularly inspired to write an educational article today. So instead of being crippled by writers block, I thought I'd share one of my experiences  with you. It's real story, but the name has been changed for privacy. Let me know if you enjoy this kind of content from me.

It was the last night I’d spend with Elise before embarking on my big adventure in the van I had just spent the last six months building out. I was excited to see new places and meet new people. It just so happened that the algorithm would deliver a wanderlust with an equally adventurous soul to enjoy my final days in Austin.

Elise and I first connected on Bumble after she immediately recognized me from my not-so-subtle profile hinting I was part of the scene. She said she’d been meaning to make it to the munch I lead, but hadn’t been able to. 

She was a beautiful brunette with big hazel eyes that had seen all around the world, having lots of photos of exotic places. In most photos she was dressed quite modest until her bikini photo which revealed the tattoo that wrapped the curves of her short, petite body from her shoulder, down her back, over her tight ass, and to her thigh. Those kinds of tattoos are so hot to me.

I texted her, “I knew that innocent looking girl on Bumble was just a facade. Of course there was a kinky girl in there.”

“Me? No really, I'm a very good girl,“ she replied

I sent her a voice message mockingly saying, “Suuuuure you are…”

Our first night together was electric. The connection both physically and emotionally felt natural, like neither of us were forcing it or trying to play some role. We just naturally sank into our respective sides of the slash. I purposely slowed down every moment to fully savor it and wanted her to be physically begging me to take her. Our bodies flowed effortlessly together as I picked her small body up, manhandled her, and moved her in whatever way I needed her while she actively followed suit, no resistance, she just completely trusted what I was doing. 

Watching her get so turned on and lustful drove me animalistic. I turned my brain off, got lost in the moment, and bit her neck as I roughly fucked her like an animal from behind. Afterwards, she said "I just want you to know, that I almost never orgasm the first time for a new partner." She had plenty for me. She could barely stand afterwards and we laughed at how much I had smeared her massacre everywhere. 

When Elise came over for our second night together I had already laid out a few impact toys on the end of the bed: a flogger, a riding crop, and a paddle. I loved undressing her and running my calloused hands along her soft skin and toned body. I shoved her forward over the end of the bed and firmly started groping and stroking her firm cheeks and thighs, getting them warmed up for what was to come. I gave a few light taps, followed by some light spanking with my hands and she melted into the bed, moving her hips towards my hand and turning her head to gaze those big hazel eyes back at me. 

I kept spanking her, with ever growing intensity, and then commanded her in a firm tone, “spread your legs.” She was then graciously given relief as I cupped my fingers between her quivering legs and stroked her wet lips between the spankings. I continued this rhythm with the riding crop which filled the room with noise from the impact of the crop hitting her rosy red cheeks. She’d gasp and moan. 

As I started to reach for the paddle and bring it back to lay across her beaming ass, she called yellow. I moved beside her to see her eyes starting to well up with tears, becoming overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions arising. She asked if we could slow down for a moment. We crawled to the top of the bed where I held her in my arms, “it’s ok to cry. Feel whatever has come up. You’re so beautiful right now for being vulnerable with me.” She buried herself deeper into me and let out a few more alligator tears as I lightly kissed her shoulder. She then softly spoke, “Thank you for holding space and being so kind to me…” Our cuddling became kissing. Our kissing became petting. Our petting became fucking like animals once again with her head pinned into the bed by my hand grabbing a fist full of hair and smothering her face into the comforter as she screamed in pleasure.

These sexcapades continued over the course of a couple months where I relished in Elise’s juxtaposition of being modest and then feral and kinky. I remember the evening she came over in a cute pink sweater with hearts that covered her lovely curves, only to find an enticing set of lingerie underneath that made my blood boil with desire. I remember standing over her, her kneeling before me, and pulling her slobbery, dripping mouth of my cock, kissing her passionately, and then picking her up off the floor and throwing her on the bed. Quickly, I crawled on top of her and pinned her arms firmly above her head as she squirmed trying to get away. I teased her, dry rubbing my cock over her panties while gripping tighter on her wrists. She moaned and continued resisting. I let her "win" for a second, letting off pressure, before pinning her completely down, ripping her panties off, sliding a condom on, and proceeding to fuck her without abandon. Of course the next day she sends me such a modest text thanking me for the night, like we didn't just have kinky wild sex. Cute girl. 

However, our time was now coming to an end and we’d have one final embrace before continuing our nomadic ways. Before she came over to my apartment, I attached heavy boat chains to the legs of the bed and placed a chair on the opposite side of the room facing the bed. 

When Elise arrived, she nervously joked that she knew red lingerie was my favorite, but she didn’t have any, so instead brought a bikini set. She looked decadent in it, but I had to tease her about it some. This did not stop me though from pulling her into me, passionately kissing her, and then quickly turning her around and pushing her into the wall like I was about to arrest her. I devoured her body with my hands and kissed and nibbled along the way in my exploration.

“Hands on the wall. Spread your legs. Stay.” I demanded. 

I grabbed the set of leather cuff restraints. I cuffed each of her outstretched hands that were patiently placed on the wall. As I moved to attach the thigh cuffs, I let my hand wander and inch closely to her groin, already feeling the heat between her legs. Instead of giving her the satisfaction of touching her, I took a bite of her plump ass cheek before moving on to the other thigh. I finished, kissed her hard, and moved her over to the edge of the bed.

“On your knees. Now.” I told her. Of course she thought she’d get the satisfaction of having my cock in her mouth again. I had other plans. I attached the chains to her wrist restraints and told her to wait. I took a step back and undressed in front of her as she silently gazed up at me, eagerly waiting. I took a few more steps back, sat down in the chair, and began nursing the erection that had been begging to be released from my pants earlier when I had her against the wall.

I could tell she was getting antsy. I grinned and told her,  “Crawl over here and come suck my cock.” As if she couldn’t wait one second longer, she eagerly began crawling over with the heavy chains clanking as they dragged across the hardwood floor. Now she knew what was finally going on as she ran out of slack in the chains, extending her arms behind her, and only being able to reach my cock with her mouth, not an inch of give more. Still, she eagerly consumed my cock and started sucking quickly. She’d get frustrated and try to pull herself and wiggle her body more towards me, slobber running out of her lips, and chains swinging behind her. I chuckled and grinned. “You’re being such a good little cocksucker for me.” I pulled her head back by her hair. “Open your mouth.” I let my spit drizzle out of my mouth into hers before shoving her face back onto my shaft. 

After having thoroughly entertained myself with her predicament, I stood up and released her. I pulled her up and moved her over to the closet door, quickly slamming her into it with a loud BANG as it shut closed, causing her to gasp. I firmly planted my lips on her, pulled her hands above her head, and moved my hips to rub my cock on her pelvis as I restrained her wrists to the hooks in the doorframe above. I took off her bikini and took my time running my mouth over her perky breasts and rubbing my fingers between her soaked pussy lips. I roughly flipped her, grabbed a condom, and pushed her against the door before slamming my cock into her aching pussy from behind. I covered her mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear,  “This fucking pussy belongs to me now.” as she moaned and whimpered. As I fucked her, the door rattled with every thrust. I could feel her juices running down my legs.

I unclipped the restraints and moved her to the bed to aggressively continue fucking in the way she had come to love, screaming in pleasure with her head smashed to the bed. Every time we changed positions, I never pulled out my cock. Our bodies just danced and flowed.

After the first round, we just laid there with me still inside her and stared into each other's eyes and smiled, each of us getting a slightly bigger grin. No words. Just bliss. We cuddled in about a dozen different positions, laughed a lot, and talked about philosophy and the meaning of life.

“It’s really unfortunate that we have both been in Austin this whole time and did not know each other existed…” She said

While we were spooning, I started getting hard again. She was all too eager to press herself into me and we went for another glorious round.  When we finished, we were sweaty fucking messes and we just held each other for a while. I got up to drink some water and as I stood in front of her, sweat dripping down my chest, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over my front, getting every last droplet of sweat.

We cuddled for a little while longer and it was starting to get late. Each of us would start the motion to get up and then end up kissing and embracing more, neither of us really wanting her to actually leave. 

She looked at me really sadly and whimpered, “We have to break the spell sometime…”

So we kissed again and we got up. As we got dressed we kept interrupting the process by holding each other and locking lips more. Eventually, I walked her out to the front gate and we took one last embrace. The quiver in her voice as she said goodbye after our last kiss fucking killed me. I grasped her hand tightly, kissed it like a gentleman, and watched the gate slam closed as she walked away.