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That Time I... Accidentally Experimented with Thunder Fucking

As soon as I got done smoking, I realized mistakes had been made. They weren’t my mistakes but I would be the one dealing with them.

Instead of my cramps going away, the room was melting. I was seeing in 4 dimensions. I couldn’t stop giggling and it was really difficult to concentrate. This wouldn’t have been a problem except I was trying to do my taxes. I was trying soooo hard to be responsible after losing a week of my time to house sitting some very needy animals. The constant meowing wasn’t really conducive to focus so I’d missed my self imposed deadline. Then again the fact that my laptop screen seemed to be undulating and changing colors wasn’t conducive to focus either.

I had issues. Mr Right did his best to help me put the finishing touches on my taxes but I could tell this wasn’t going to happen. It was difficult to remember my address let alone if I had receipts for my book release party. And I knew from past experience that if I fought too hard the pleasant buzz was going to fall over into depression and anxiety. Besides my brain was so scrambled that the pain had technically gone away, so that was a plus.

Instead of trying to force myself to adult, I sighed and accepted that the dispensary had given me something much different than the CBD I’d been in need of. The ACDC strain was close to the ATF and the bid tender had sold me the latter by mistake. It never occurred to me to read the label after the hour long conversation we’d had about the strains.

I laughed like a maniac and hid under a blanket as Mr Right consulted the internet to see what was going to happen to me. Thankfully it seemed like I just had silliness and relaxation in store, no paranoia reported as a likely side effect. (Side note: how cool is it to live in the future where you can ask the internet anything and nerds somewhere have already typed it on the internet somewhere?)

Then he told me the full name of what I’d just consumed: Alaskan Thunder Fuck. I groaned. “Ew,no! I don’t like that at all.”

“Fraid so.” My face must have been overly serious and thoughtful because he started laughing at me.

“This isn’t the day I was trying to have! No thunder fucking.”

“None? Not even a little?” Mr Right raised his eye brows and made the noise that in our idiolect comes directly after innuendo laden flirtation, so I slapped him as he laughed harder at my accidental wordplay. The room was moving too fast for me to make out with him let alone fuck him anyway so I settled down to lay in his lap so he could distract me with some dumb TV. Which had become quite necessary as my imagination became convinced that I was growing wings.

Mr Right and I been working our way through a semi dry albeit entertaining series called the Americans. Spies, intrigue, costumes, and Keri Russel in 80’s outfits. There was something for everyone but not nearly enough sex or butt showing for my tastes in dumb TV. Until today when boom stoned Emily is watching every character in the series fuck. Though I don’t find any of these people attractive, by the third on screen coupling my body had other ideas. I couldn’t keep my hands off of Mr Right.


“How you doing?” He asked. More us language for are you just making out with me or are you instigating sex.

Quickly he understood what I was up to as he paused the TV and helped me close the blinds. As soon as we weren’t scandalizing his neighbors I had his pants at his ankles. He had a confused, titillated look on his face that quickly transported to full on bliss as I took him in my mouth and gave him passionate head. I felt no pain so kneeling on hard wood floors held no consequence allowing me to stay there a good long time, taking his hands to put them in my hair. He isn’t has rough as some of my past lovers (something I enjoy about him yet sometimes I get hankerings) but there are ways to pretend, and his hands on my head are enough to help me pretend he’s forcing himself deeper in my mouth as I gently choke myself on him.

When I come up for air I pull off my shirt and he takes off my dress and his shirt. He tries to drag me to the bedroom but I want more cock which he lets me have (poor suffering man friend) until I take a breath again. He leaves for the comfort of a bed and I join him, stumbling gracelessly out of my tights.

His hands are between my legs stroking me to a confusing level of excitement. I'm not used to this level of intensity. This is like the first time, not like the first time with a new lover but like the first time being touched ever. As if this is all new, all my nerve ending awake and on fire in a way they haven’t been in a very long time. The simple pleasure of being fingered or kissed have long since lost their sharp edges over the years, after many lovers, after nearly a year with this beloved. But now in this moment I feel and want and crave everything.

Luckily Mr Right isn’t offended by bedroom giggling because I'm so overwhelmed that’s all I can manage. I really want to know what his cock feels like but he’s trying to make this last, to tease me, to hold back my eagerness, dirty old ocelot I am. Occasionally I’ll catch a handful of his cock and stroke him until he wiggles away. Eventually I can’t take it anymore and break free of his ministrations to grab a condom, put it on him and position myself on hands and knees in front of him.

Nothing is left to the imagination and yet he asks, “Is there something you want?”

I look back at him and position myself onto his cock saying,”You to fuck me silly.”

He does and again it's like the first time, shocking and overwhelming. He’s a nice fit ordinarily but today feeling this way he feels porn star ridiculously large, almost too much. But I like too much, I like rough, I like passion, I like having and feeling everything. So I buck against him until our bodies are slapping together and we’re sweating and exhausting one another.

I fall onto the bed to grab lube and he breaks away to grab a vibrator which he applies to my clit while fucking me. This would ordinarily be a nice treat but not enough to get a huge reaction. Today I can barely take it, my legs shake and I can’t stop squeezing so tight he pops out. I’m almost falling out of the bed. So he takes his cock out of the equation for the moment and uses his fingers. He’s good with his hands and knows what I like and I’m an easy target at the moment so it doesn’t take too long to get me there.

Except orgams are an odd concept in this state. I will get to the edge of one and feel it fall away only to repeat the process until I’m nearly mad with frustration. So I put my imagination somewhere filthy and far away and it does the trick. I come so hard that the pleasure seems to fall in on itself in an endless colorful loop of synesthesia and delight. When I can’t take it anymore I pull him towards me and toss aside the vibrator so that I can come with him inside of me in missionary, me on top, every which way until he comes as I whisper filthy nothings to him. Odd since though I type dirty talk well I don’t do much of it with my mouth in the moment during actual sex and yet here I was chatting away. Mr Right doesn't seem to mind.

After as we cuddle both of us spent, he says “Um maybe that pot has some benefits. I’m not sure I want to trade it in after all.”

“Yeah we should probably keep it….after all getting me high is of course the only way for you to get lucky”

“Shush you.” More of our idiolect for you're hot and can't wait to fuck you silly again soon.

Adventures in Housesitting: Part 2--Rope Journaling 10-4

Scene: Lazy afternoon in house I’m sitting  for a couple weeks.

Him via text:  “I’m gaming today but will probably be free around 5. Not sure if you had any specific plans for today.”

Me via text:  “I had thoughts...If you’re feeling naughty you should grab a snack after nerding and tell me about when you’ll get to the house. After I’m done playing with you I’ll cook you dinner.”  No response for a bit so I add.  “Or if you just want a nice normal evening you should tell me where to meet you for dinner.”

Him via text: “I’m very intrigued by this offer.  Anything else I should bring?”

Me via text: “Your perfect butt.  I’ll give you more instructions when you let me know you’re on your way over. Oh and hey...enjoy gaming ;)”

Him via text:”Oh I will!”

I spend the next couple hours setting the scene. Laying out ropes.  Putting some visually interesting items like condoms, clothes pins and the rope I use to bind his cock on a side table.  I put down a blanket and pillow for him in kneel on.  I get out the corset and slutty shoes he doesn’t know he picked out for me earlier in the week when I asked him vaguely in a text “purple or black? It will be important later this week.”  I finely tune a playlist of background music.  

Then I try to relax: I vibrate myself half way to an orgasm until it’s 6 and I’m getting antsy. So I put on the corset and shoes and send him some visual motivation in the form of a picture a lot like this...


Me via text: “In case you need motivation.  This is waiting for you.”

Him via text:  “You do know how to properly motivate a man.  I should be 10-15 minutes.”

Me via text: “Good!  When you get here the door will be unlocked. Come in.  Lock the door.  Undress.  Kneel on the blanket on the floor, naked, facing the front door. I’ll join you shortly.”

I hide myself upstairs and wait wondering if he’ll get the text or follow the directions.  

He knocks on the door and I wait, willing him to look at his phone.  Timidly the door opens and closes.  There’s silence as I try not move on the top of the squeaky steps I’m perched on while listening for clues. I curse the music I turned on so he can’t hear me which means I also can’t hear him.  

Soon I hear his bag dropped, his pants hit the floor and eventually there’s silence.  I know I should make him wait and wonder for a while but I’m too impatient.  I walk down the impossibly loud stairs and see his cute naked butt where he kneels looking delicious and vulnerable at the bottom of them having following my instructions perfectly.

Me: standing behind him looking “Someone looks sexy.”

His whole body tenses while I clumsily tie a blindfold over his eyes wondering why I'm nervous. I kiss down his neck. Lick at his ears and shoulders, watching him sway under the sensations and sighing happily each time I touch him in a new way. When I grab his arms to the small of his back to start a box tie he falls against me, a gesture so sexy and sweet something inside me goes swimmy.

Once his sneaky hands are bound I pull him right against my corseted chest and run my hands over his, tickling until I decide to grab a nipple just to hear his intake of breath.  He squirms against me and it takes all my self control to finish tying him up before playing with him.  Which I eventually do, hands and mouth all over him while whispering him sweet nothings.

Me: “Don’t go anywhere.”

I walk a way to grab a snack.

Me: “Since you’ve been so good, here’s dessert before dinner.”

I feed him strawberries from my lips. I sip on a good whiskey and kiss him so he can get the taste.  I finger myself and enjoy his frustration at not being able to see or feel me and paint his lip with my wetness when I’m finished.  Kissing him to taste me on this lips.

His legs look tired so I sit him in a chair, taking off the blindfold so he can watch me pleasure myself while he’s still incapacitated. But the floor is hard and so is he so I get impatient that untie him.  And as these things go it isn’t long before he’s tossing me around until I don’t know or care who’s in charge.  

It’s delightful and hedonistic.  Only the sort of random lustful canoodling one can get into with a whole house at their disposal and no roommates.  Eventually I get too hungry to be distracted by his meat and require dinner meat, followed by hot tub cuddles, followed by more sexy shenanigans.

No neighbors interrupt us to deliver beverages.