I shot this image of my sexy partner Jake during our recent trip to Sin City.
I didn’t think I would have time to take a new photo for Sinful Sunday this week, but luckily I caught Jake in the shower before he left for work…I got some sudsier ones as well, but I’ll save those for another time. 😉
PS- This was my first time using the external flash I had to buy for class, and if you know me you know I generally dislike flash. Flash you say? Yea who cares; Jake’s naked and wet. Yum.
Jake wearing the Beyondage Almosta 4Posta Under The Bed Restraint Gear Cuffs.
It was my first time.
I knew he could tell;
His blue eyes reflected
My nervousness, and
“Take off your panties,” he said,
“Leave your heels on.”
I tried my best to look calm
As I slid them off, slowly.
His look was like a touch,
Moving from my feet to my legs,
Pausing at my cunt, then up
To my stomach,
My neck, lingering
On my face.
My skin tingled.
By the time he kissed me,
I was already wet.
He didn’t have to say the words,
I could feel them.
His rough hands pulled me in.
“You’re mine,” they said.
Photo of Jake and I by Steve DeMent Photography
*This image was published in Fetfan Magazine Issue 04 (p.28)
After drinks and dancing with friends on 6th street all night, I texted Jake to see if he was working and could give me a ride home. We’d only met a few nights before when I wrote down my number on a napkin at the pizza shop where he worked, but he seemed interested.
When we got to the parking lot at my apartment, he kissed me for the first time, his tongue swirling with mine as I softly gripped his face. He was overwhelming sexy with curly blonde hair, rough hands, and sincere confidence, and I wanted to invite him up, to have sex with him that night, but I was on my period, and I told him that. I wondered if he thought I was making it up as an excuse to wait, and I told him that as well. He said he believed me.
We sat in his Jeep talking for what seemed like hours. He told me he was from New York, he had moved to Austin about 4 years before, and had spent the majority of that time in a relationship that ended a few months prior. It didn’t seem like he was hung-up on her or dwelling in the past, it just seemed honest. I told him about how I moved here around the same time he did to go to UT, and how I’d recently returned from an unforgettable trip studying abroad in Argentina.
We talked music, and I lifted my black dress up to show him my Chili Peppers tattoo. I only later realized that he got a good look at my blue panties. The way he openly offered information and stories from his past made me feel like there must be deeper layers that he didn’t share so easily. We kissed goodnight, and I went upstairs alone.
The next day we went out to eat at Pluckers, a wing bar in walking distance of my apartment, and he told me more stories from New York, about how people often picked fights there and how everyone seems easier going in Texas. Our faces and fingers were messy with sauce the whole time; neither of us cared.
This time I invited him up afterwards, but I told him I was still on my period. I wondered if he thought I was weird for continuously bringing up, but I honestly just really wanted to have sex with him already and didn’t want the first time to be a bloody mess. He didn’t seem to mind.
After lots of making out and a few glasses of Fernet, he came up from behind me, one hand holding my chin and the other touching softly over my skirt. I moaned into him, wrapping my arms back around him, warmth budding between my legs at the thought of his fingers on my skin. I felt his own excitement growing beneath his jeans. He pulled my skirt up, tracing my lips over my cotton thong and pulling my mouth to his. As we kissed he moved beneath my panties, and everything faded except his fingers on my clit and his hot breath on my ear.
My orgasm came easily, as if it had been waiting patiently all along, and he was simply coaxing it out from inside of me. I was beyond impressed with his skill as well as my body’s deep response to his touch. I wanted more, and I wanted to return the favor. The blowjob I gave him on the futon after was rushed but thrilling since my roommate could come home at any moment and catch us.
A few days later I got a text from him inviting me to go watch a movie at his place. And this time my period was finally over…
This story was written in response to the “Memories” prompt for Wicked Wednesday.
And by I love painting, I really mean I love watching Jake paint.
This post was featured as a top photo in the Sinful Sunday Round-up judged by Girl on the Net!
My Muse was featured as a top photo in the Sinful Sunday weekly Round-up; thanks Molly!
Jake looks delicious lying on the bed in his blue boxer briefs, his curly hair still damp from a shower.
“Want a bj?” I ask, sitting down next to him.
He looks up, smiling, “No, I hate those.”
“Oh really?” I say, gently feeling his form over fabric.
Soon he has my tank off and one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand, pinching gently.
“Last night I had a sex dream and an orgasm in my sleep,” I say as my nipples stiffen. “I was tied up and taken advantage of, and I loved it.”
My left breast is warm beneath his lips, and my right tingling in the cool air after a lick.
“At one point I remember having your cock in my mouth while being fucked by another man.”
“That’s hot,” he says, reaching beneath my panties, tracing my lips.
“Let’s play with Adam,” I say.
A little while later, I’m lying on my back, and Jake is kneeling above me, hovering and ready.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say. I feel Adam’s tip teasing my vulva, without entering yet.
I open, Jake thrusts, and I moan around him as my throat is filled with his hardness and at the same time my cunt with Adam’s. I take him in all the way, and suck and suck and forget to breathe until he pulls out, gasping as he rubs himself on my face. Adam moves faster now, and every push feels intensified by the pressure of his girth on my g-spot.
“I’m a good little slut, aren’t I?” I ask as I gasp for air and think about how I must remember to breathe next time.
“Yes, you are.”
He moves Adam away from me, freeing my hands.
“Put your hands on my cock,” he says. Now Adam’s pace matches Jake’s, fast thrusts that seem to echo inside of me. My bush is sticky with a mixture of juices and lube, and Jake grabs it, pulling it roughly, how I like it.
My body skips back and forth between my twitching, full cunt, and my wide, full mouth, both dripping.
Jake pulls out again, and shoves my head lower. He’s still wet with my spit, and I stroke him while I lick and suck his balls. He touches my clit for the first time, and my head swirls, my muscles tightening and aching for release.
I moan, moving even lower to his ass, until all I can see and smell is his flesh. I attack it, firing my tongue in rapid circles.
“Oh fuck that feels good,” he says, groaning.
I moan back in answer from below him, and somehow I’m able to keep licking and stroking as I come hard, clenching around Adam as my hips grind up against Jake’s fingers. My pleasure fuels Jake’s, and he joins me in orgasm, his thighs tightening as he squirts onto my neck, my chin, and a few tasty drops on my lips.
Afterwards Jake and I clean up a bit and head to the kitchen to make dinner.
Having served his purpose, Adam gets a quick shower and returns to his drawer, until next time.