by Raven Sky
The thought of giving a guy a blowjob made her want to retch, but this was something altogether different—if connected through the placement of body parts. The kiss was like consenting to this queered gender play, knowing it might read as conventional, but more deeply knowing that it was anything but. There was so much that was both vulnerable and powerful in daring to wear the strap-on. The kiss acknowledged that. She felt both vulnerable and powerful in her role accepting it too. This act could be so fraught with complex meaning for two women. The best that she could articulate was that she supposed the kiss centered it on consent and tenderness for her. An important prelude. Because Riley was not usually tender wearing the strap-on. Nor did Quinn want her to be. Riley became bold. Bossy. Often demanding and rough. Quinn felt herself become wet at the thought.
CHOICE #4: Riley is about to fuck Quinn with the strap-on. Which sex position will they choose:
A. Doggy-style or
B. Quinn on top?
Quinn and Riley choose to fuck doggy-style.
Riley stared down at Quinn, whose manicured fingers were tracing the lines of the harness coyly. Quinn looked gorgeous in a flimsy, see-through little number that hinted at her hidden treasures. Riley squinted and could just make out the dark little shadows of the areolas of her nipples, barely concealed. Folds of fabric kept the sight of Quinn’s neatly trimmed mound from her, at least for now.
She reached out and tweaked Quinn’s nipples through the fabric, feeling them tighten beneath her fingers and thumb. She took her hands away to see if she could notice the difference through the lingerie, and indeed, her nipples now asserted themselves, poking visibly through their delicate covering. Riley smiled.
“Is my girl turned on?”
Quinn’s wandering hands meandered to Riley’s ass and grabbed her cheeks boldly. “You know I am.”
“Do I though?” Riley asked. “I think I need proof. You’ll have to show me.”
They locked gazes. Quinn lay back on the bed, propped up slightly by the pillows. She let her legs fall open lazily, never breaking Riley’s concentrated gaze. Riley took it all in, letting her eyes drift down the contours of Quinn’s body to settle on her sex, exposed and beautiful, compelling urgent desires in Riley. Quinn’s lips were already glistening with yearning. All the proof Riley needed of Quinn’s desire for her, intimately on display for her eyes alone. It was overpowering, and Riley quickly brought her mouth to Quinn’s sex to show her appreciation.
Quinn was wet and eager and wanted more, but Riley was careful not to give too much. Not yet. Not like this. This was just the warm-up. Quinn was trembling with longing, and Riley was amused with the frustration she could sense mounting in her. She thought about drawing things out longer—given the whole remote control vibrator public humiliation incident—but she wanted more as much as Quinn. So she enjoyed one last tantalizing brush with bringing Quinn to the brink of orgasm with her tongue, before switching things up.
“I think you’re ready for me now,” Riley said, wiping her mouth and bringing it to Quinn’s.
“You think!” Quinn said in something resembling exasperation.
Riley chuckled. “Turn over, beautiful.”
Quinn knew what she wanted and positioned herself accordingly. She wiggled her bottom eagerly, waiting.
Riley took a good, long look at Quinn’s pale, round ass cheeks framing her exposed pussy and felt a shiver of animalistic need course through her. Struggling to control her racing heart and shaking hands, she positioned herself carefully to ease into Quinn, so as not to hurt her. She carefully slid in the tip of the dildo, holding her breath, in awe of this powerful, intimate exchange of give and take. Quinn didn’t hold back. She wasn’t being careful. Quinn was open, eager, excited, receptive. She wanted more. More. She moved herself against Riley creating a rhythm of reciprocity that pleased them both. She had already been so close to the precipice of orgasm that Riley could tell right away that this wouldn’t last long. Riley focused, determined to enjoy each moment.
She watched as Quinn’s ass cheeks rolled like waves to the rhythm of their fucking. She listened as Quinn’s moans filled the quiet of their hotel room with the sounds of their intimate connection. She could still taste Quinn’s juices on her lips, and she felt as though nothing had ever been more right in her life than this relationship between them. Being here, in this moment, making love to Quinn, after a year of making meaning together, this was all that mattered in the world to Riley.
“Tell me you love me,” she blurted without thinking.
When Quinn didn’t answer right away, Riley’s passions flared, and she was unable to control herself. She grabbed Quinn’s hair and wrapped it up in her fist, forcing her neck to strain up. “Say it. Tell me you fucking love me,” Riley demanded.
“I fucking love you,” Quinn answered huskily and without hesitation.
Riley smacked her ass. “You come for me then. Come for me, sexy woman.”
Riley closed her eyes and let the moment overtake her: words, feelings, images, sounds, all mixed up with her and Quinn, and everything merged into an incomprehensible burst of beauty and pleasure as she heard Quinn scream her release on her. Quinn, Quinn, the woman she loved…Quinn.
THE END
Quinn and Riley chooses to fuck with Quinn on top.
“This is new…” Riley said, running her finger along the edge of Quinn’s lingerie precisely where the sheer fabric met cleavage.
“You like it?”
“You know I do. But I’d like a better view of it,” Riley said, making her way to the dark wooden desk designed for businessmen on the road. She pulled out its sturdy wooden chair and plunked herself down hard on it, so that her silicone dick jiggled noticeably.
Quinn smiled, amused. She got up, smoothed the folds of her negligee, and sauntered over to Riley’s side.
“Oh, excuse me,” she mock-apologized flirtatiously as she leaned slowly over her to grab her purse on the desk. “I just need to get my phone.” She made sure to brush her curves against Riley as she straightened up. She smiled to herself at the small sound of desire that escaped Riley’s throat as she did so. Quinn flipped through her playlists until she found an appropriate one, then threw the phone on the desk and turned to face Riley.
Riley was smirking.
“You wanted a good look…” Quinn said, grabbing Riley’s hands and placing them directly on her breasts, encouraging her to knead them for a time in rhythm with the music and the undulation of her hips. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a moment before forcibly removing Riley’s hands. “You didn’t say anything about touching though.” Quinn now held Riley’s hands behind the back of the chair yet somehow Riley’s smirk kept growing. “Keep your hands to yourself and I’ll give you a lap dance to remember. Deal?”
“I make no promises,” Riley said.
“Aww. That’s too bad.” Quinn reached for her phone and turned off the music.
“Fuck. Fine. Okay. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“That’s a good girl.” Quinn beamed as Riley blatantly rolled her eyes at her. Quinn had so much self-control. She probably could just stop in the middle of an interaction. Riley couldn’t imagine doing that. She always needed to see things through, and she had struggled with patience and delaying gratification her whole life. The bedroom was no different. Riley had always been driven to make a fool of herself for a beautiful woman. There was nothing she wouldn’t indulge in her partners. She gave herself entirely to them, and though she struggled with it, she knew that she was helpless before an attractive naked woman asking for anything at all.
Quinn turned the music back on and began swaying to its beat. Riley forgot everything, for Quinn was an expert tease. Quinn played with her own hair and sashayed in and out of reach—not that Riley was permitted to reach anyway. She brushed close, letting Riley smell the perfume on her skin and her captivating personal scent pulsating beneath it. She made smoldering eye contact and danced alluringly abou
t the chair, where Riley remained confined by her promise, though she strained against it. Quinn gyrated before Riley, bringing her backside between Riley’s splayed legs and allowing Friendly Guy to poke beneath the hem of her nightie. Riley let out a breath and struggled in her invisible restraints. Quinn felt it and lifted the hem of her negligee in coquettish torture, allowing Riley to see the pale swell of her behind moving against the strapped-on purple cock. It nestled between her cheeks. Riley’s hips involuntarily moved in time with Quinn’s hips, moving in time with the sultry music emanating from the phone.
“You’re killing me,” Riley said, her hands itching to grasp Quinn’s hips and just take her. Just throw her on the bed and fuck her from behind until she screamed her pleasure. But Riley wanted to see Quinn’s face as she came. She wanted to see her enjoy her pleasure.
“Enough teasing already. Ride me on the bed,” Riley commanded in a voice that brooked no argument.
Quinn happily relented and joined Riley on the big hotel bed. They kissed for a time, Quinn straddling Riley’s prone body, until Quinn sensually slid herself onto the dildo. They shared a moan at the moment of entry. Riley couldn’t actually feel the cock, of course, as it slipped inside Quinn, not like she could feel the tight, wet, warmth of her sex with her tongue or fingers, and yet, Riley would swear that she could almost feel it. In her mind, if not her body. And it was a transgressive thrill to imagine what she thought of as her “dyke dick” penetrating Quinn. In reality, she had no desire to be a man. But sometimes, in these most private and intimate of moments as she took Quinn this way, she did imagine that the toy was flesh, and she did enjoy the fantasy.
Quinn danced on top of her, a vision of feminine, sensual ecstasy. Riley watched, entranced as her breasts bounced before her, and her hair flew about her face in time with the insistence of her lust. Riley tried to pinpoint the moment on Quinn’s face. She waited and watched, and there it was—there—that familiar, sharp intake of breath and the hiding away of her adorably scrunched up face as she spilled over, shaking and spent. Riley laughed and Quinn hit her, no doubt thinking she was making fun of her orgasm face, when really Riley just needed a way to release the joy fairly bursting from inside her for sharing this night with Quinn.
“Why are you laughing?” Quinn said between heaving breaths.
“I don’t know. I’m just happy.”
“Yeah, well, laughing during sex is a little unnerving, just so you know.” Quinn began to recover and slipped gingerly off Riley’s cock to lie down beside her.
“Sorry,” Riley said, chuckling some more.
“You’re an odd duck.” Quinn ran her hands lovingly through Riley’s hair.
“And I’m all yours.”
“Lucky me.”
“Truly,” Riley agreed.
Riley unfastened a buckle and slid the harness off, throwing it off the side of the bed. They snuggled, grabbing the covers and nestling down in them together. Quinn’s hand wandered to Riley’s mound.
“Was that as fun for you as it was for me?” She discovered the answer when her fingers tentatively explored Riley’s soaked vulva and slipped inside almost by accident. “Wow. You’re really ready to go.”
Riley didn’t answer, just opened her legs wide for Quinn’s ease of entry. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She worked Riley’s clit with her left hand while finger fucking her fiercely with her right, just the way Riley preferred it. Sometimes Riley took a long time to come, and Quinn’s arms would tire, but not tonight. Riley’s whole body was tense from withheld energy and aching lust, and so it wasn’t long before she released it all on Quinn’s strong hands, cursing and clutching Quinn close.
Tonight was perfect, Riley thought as they cuddled in their big, fluffy hotel room bed. They lay entangled together, and Riley recalled the joy and adventure of the evening with deep physical and emotional satisfaction.
Eventually, Quinn had to pee and made her way to the bathroom. On her return, she stopped at the hastily discarded harness and stared at it thoughtfully. She picked it up and held it before her, like it was a skirt she was considering buying.
“What are you doing?” Riley asked. “Get back in here and let me warm you up.”
But Quinn wrapped her hands around the base of the dildo and fondled it pensively. “I think it’s my turn to try this thing out. If you’re game…”
THE END
Quinn chooses the mystery toy.
“Okay, so maybe it’s not exactly what you’d call a toy,” Riley said.
“Um, that sounds ominous.”
“No. Sorry. It’s just not a vibrator or flogger or anything. It’s more like… sexy art supplies.”
“I’m listening,” Quinn said, eyes narrowed.
“Okay, this might be totally cheesy and not work, but the store employee swore it was fun, so I bought this glow in the dark body paint to try.” Riley reached into a nearby bag and flourished a paintbrush.
Quinn chuckled. “That is cheesy. But let’s see if it works. I hope you brought more than one brush.”
“Indeed, I brought a vast array,” Riley said, rummaging through the bag and throwing several types on the bed. She placed six jars of paint on the nightstand and Quinn inspected them skeptically.
“This is supposed to glow in the dark?”
“Well, in black light. I brought a few for mood lighting,” Riley said as she began plugging in a small black light bar on the desk.
“Impressive, Riley. I like how you thought this all out.”
“Well, I’m not sure it beats your remote-controlled vibrator stunt,” Riley said with a pointed look thrown in Quinn’s direction, “but I think it could be fun. First things first though.” Riley returned to Quinn and slipped her fingers under the tiny straps of her negligee. “This is very beautiful. But not as beautiful as what’s underneath it.” She nudged the thin straps off Quinn’s shoulders and the lingerie revealed more of Quinn’s bosom, but it didn’t fall off.
“Looks like it wants to stay,” Quinn said.
“Yes, but I’d hate to dirty it up with the paint.” Riley tugged slightly on the silky material to pull it gently over Quinn’s curves. Once past her rounded hips, it fell to the floor with the softest whoosh. Quinn stepped daintily out of the pool of silk, clad now in nothing but her high heels.
“A perfect canvas,” Riley declared, staring approvingly at Quinn’s stately figure.
“Don’t think you’re not getting painted too.” Quinn studied the variety of paintbrushes on the bed. “I’m quite fond of your ‘canvas’ as well.”
“All right. Let’s do this,” Riley said.
“First a glass of wine.” Quinn said, making her way to the bottle in the mini-fridge.
“Actually, I brought along a pot brownie if you’re feeling up for it.”
“Oooh, with glow in the dark body paints? That’ll be wild.”
Riley rarely got high, but she knew Quinn indulged from time to time, so she had made sure to pack a little something just in case Quinn was in the mood. She found the brownie, unwrapped it, and broke off a little corner piece to offer to Quinn, who was lounging on the bed, naked but for her heels, watching her. Riley approached, her hand outstretched with the proffered bite, which Quinn opened her mouth to graciously accept.
“More?” Riley asked, enjoying the intimacy of feeding this beautiful, naked woman who had joined her heart to her own.
“Please,” Quinn murmured, taking more delectable chocolate from Riley’s loving hand.
“You probably shouldn’t have more than that,” Riley said, starting to wrap it back up. “Jennifer promised me it gives a good body buzz and I don’t want you too out of it.”
“You sure you don’t want to join me?” Quinn asked.
“It’s not my thing. But don’t worry. We brought plenty of red wine, and I have no intention of remaining sober.” She filled her glass. “Want a little bit?”
“Better not,” Quinn said, tracing her nails along the swell of her breasts.
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“You’re too gorgeous,” Riley murmured, returning to the bedside. She planted kisses all over Quinn’s torso, before focusing on her breasts, and bringing Quinn’s nipples into her mouth. She sucked and teased her for a time, before bringing her mouth to Quinn’s in a leisurely kind of foreplay. They kissed for a while, neither of them in a rush, simply enjoying the sensation of their cozy togetherness.
Riley kissed her one last time with forceful finality and sat up. “I want to try out these paints, but let’s be safe first and remove these heels.” Quinn lifted one of her long, elegant legs, dancing her foot around in tiny, teasing circles in a way that made Riley’s heartbeat speed up. Riley took a deep, steadying breath and fiddled once more with the tiny clasps. Of course, she couldn’t help herself from nuzzling her face along Quinn’s sexy long legs while she was down there.
In fact, she somehow found her fingers tracing a line from Quinn’s knee to the soft, fragrant skin of her inner thigh. She wanted so very much to spread those knees wider and drop face-first into the softness awaiting her there. She could see Quinn’s flesh trembling, straining for her touch. It was tempting. But she had imagined how this would play out tonight, and she wanted to give Quinn an experience that was out of the ordinary. Something unique and artsy, like her. Something powerful, like her. With a pained sigh, she pulled herself away.
“Let’s try these paints,” she said, gulping down some red wine and selecting a brush. “Stand up and turn around. I’m starting with your back. You can do me next.”
Quinn quietly complied and Riley dipped her brush in the red paint jar. Riley had always liked calligraphy, and she used her skills now to write a quote that spoke to her upon Quinn’s back. Riley wasn’t particularly artistic. Not like Quinn. She had always been drawn to more practical skills. But being with Quinn made her wish she could better articulate and express the new depths and nuances and complexities of her feelings. And so she carefully traced these words from the philosopher Plato upon Quinn’s pale flesh. “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.” She switched her brush and created curling tendrils of greenery to entwine about Quinn’s shoulder blades, encircling the words and curling forward onto her sides.