Did you just spank my arse and then say sorry?

Did you just spank my arse and then say sorry?

Very recently, I had my first threesome. It was a truly brilliant experience, with two wonderful humans who I like very much. I knew I wanted to write about this adventure, and I hope I’ve done it justice in this piece.

This post is built around five quotes: one from me, two from him (Mr Nookschmoogieblonket – I regret asking him to choose his own pseudonym) and two from her (the Doctor). I’m hoping I’ll get to have more adventures with them, because the sex was fantastic. I came home with filthy stories for my blog, pervy fantasies for when I’m jerking off, and the hopefully-not-ridiculous optimism that there’ll be other opportunities to do research, gather inspiration, and spend more time with them.

“Don’t you dare come!”

Before the threesome, there were weeks of flirting, discussing kinks and limits, sexting, talking about safe-sex practices, sending naked photos, and negotiating sexy scenes. Throughout all of this, there were reassurances that if I didn’t want to do anything, when it got to the point where I went to visit them, that there would be no pressure to do so – and, as usual when people ask me about my boundaries and my safe word, I was very eager to play with them.

That, and the denial.

It was consensual, of course, but it was very, very hot. Denial has been one of my biggest kinks in the last couple of months… and this might have something to do with the fact that a very cute girl – who I was very much hoping that I’d get a chance to kiss – was into it. The couple, made up of this cute girl and her partner, asked me how I felt about not being allowed to orgasm before I came to see them. I thought that their plans to tease and torment me while I wasn’t allowed to touch myself were wonderfully evil.

The cruel-in-the-best-way filthy-sluts-don’t-get-orgasms game of denial lasted for a week before I went to visit them, and I loved it. Even when I was sitting in their front room, with my arousal dripping into my knickers, I was told that I wouldn’t be allowed to come until the following morning – if then. I felt helpless and turned on, and safe to explore a more submissive headspace than I’d slipped into before.

“I am enthusiastically ok.”

They checked to see if I had any concerns about playing with them; they checked to see if I was consenting to all their plays to torment me; and they checked what aftercare I needed. In fact, they kept checking in throughout our play, to make sure I was ok. And I was, definitely in part because they were consistently making sure that I was ok and having fun. I wasn’t just ok, I was enthusiastically ok, and told them so while grinning widely.

I wasn’t just consenting to what we were doing, I was enthusiastically consenting. I was consenting to snogging a guy more than twice my age, and to tasting her come off his cock while she teased my cunt. I consented to being tied up while they teased my cunt with half a dozen different toys that made me cry out. I consented to playing with her boobs and holding her legs apart while she used a Doxy on her clit and he whispered filth to her. It was fantastic – enthusiastically fantastic.

Sometimes I look back on sex I’ve had and find a million things I wish I’d done differently. On this occasion, though, there’s only one thing I wish I’d spoken up about. And it wasn’t that what we ended up doing wasn’t fantastic: it was, it just differed slightly from the fantasy in my head. He was holding me to his chest while she used a powerful wand on my cunt… it was good, but I wanted to be held just a bit tighter. I wanted to feel helpless in that delicious way, where I could struggle but not get away from the pleasure.

For the most part, though, I’m really proud of how well I did communicating. As filthy and exhibitionist as I can be online, and in my writing, I can be very shy in reality – particularly when I’m in bed with two very sexy humans. It was also the first time I’d used a pain scale to rate the strength of the impact play I was receiving, and I definitely found that I had to breathe, and sometimes ask for a quick break from the intense sensations, so I could concentrate and give an answer.

“Oh, are you a little pain slut?”

We’d talked about things that we wanted to do together, but there was lots of gleeful spontaneity as well. I know it was my first threesome, but I imagine that sense of fun in our play, and the chemistry between us, is a mark of a good one. I felt so relaxed and at ease in their huge bed, giggling and grinning and doing my best innocent face as I tried to get the cute subby girl (who is a brilliant kisser) into trouble with her very attractive dominant.

They both said some very, very hot things to me – things that make me squirm and drip when I think about them – but this was an unexpected one. I haven’t had much experience with impact play, and I definitely wouldn’t say I’m good at taking a lot of pain. During this threesome, I got spanked, I got my cunt slapped, I got my boobs squeezed and my boobs spanked… all of which I loved. The best one, though, was getting my butt punched. I watched her get her arse punched, and even orgasm from it, but I had no idea it would feel so good.

I’m not sure if I told them that I’m pretty sure, with a little practice, I could come from it as well – especially when I’ve been teased and denied for a week and am desperate for my cunt to be touched. I think it might even have beaten out (pun intended) spanking as the kink activity I’ve fantasising the most in the last few weeks… Actually, maybe it’s not, there were a lot of brilliant moments that I’m still thinking about and wanking to.

“Keep him hard for me.”

I admit, I was nervous, because I had never played with two people before. However, any lingering doubts I had faded at these words. The first girl who I’d ever made come (just the night before; my fingers inside her, fucking her g-spot) trusted me enough to keep her partner hard while she went to the bathroom. I glowed with pride, before leaning down to swallow his cock. Later, he demonstrated his cunt-eating skills on my all-too-willing cunt, while she fucked herself on his dick, coming around it not once, but twice.

Threesomes – and, I assume by this logic, group sex with three or more partners – give you so many more options and positions; to me it felt that my lack of ability or desire to have PIV sex was in no way a hindrance. Despite my lack of experience, and being the ‘outsider’ to their dynamic, I felt perfectly at ease. Sharing a very fine cock with a very pretty girl, taking turns to touch and spank the one who is eagerly giving head, was something I could never have imagined doing a year ago, but fuck, it was fantastic. And two people talking about your wet cunt? That’s the stuff of fantasies.

I also discovered that the best way to start a Friday morning is in bed, with two beautiful humans who you’re into, sunshine filtering through the curtains, enjoying sleepy snuggles before you get your long-awaited orgasms. I am very much into spooning, especially when it can morph into touching and teasing, running fingers through pubic hair and pinching nipples. And when it’s followed by chocolate croissants and showering together – including wet boobs and being bent over to be washed and inspected – I’m not sure any other morning will compare.

“Did you just spank my arse and then say sorry?”

Yes. Yes, I did. But you brought out my switchy side, so I’m going to spank you harder next time.

(I’m really hoping there will be a next time.)

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