The Pedant just spent two nights here and it was very good.
I want to be a person who just effortlessly controls her sub, but I’m not there yet. Or maybe it’s just that a lot of the time, I don’t have any specific idea of what I wanna do with The Pedant, so when he suggests stuff or starts doing stuff, I go with it (but feel less in control than I’d like to). When I do have a strong idea of what I want, and state it, The Pedant has never said no to me even if he’d suggested something different. So, he does submit to me. He just…initiates a lot of stuff and makes a lot of suggestions. And sometimes his suggestion is not the thing I’d planned, but it sounds fun anyway and I assume it’s what he wants so I do it anyway. Which is not a terrible thing – it’s not like I’m doing stuff I hate for him, it’s not like he’s pressuring me for anything, he’s just suggesting stuff and I’m deciding to go along with it. But I wish I were more consistently able to just casually be like “nah we’re doing this other thing now.” And I wish I could stop second-guessing myself.
He continues phrasing things as “I know you like it when I do X for you” (and then starts doing X, whatever X may be, unless I tell him I wanna do something else instead) and I’m still pretty sure at least some of that is him wanting whatever X is but couching it as a thing he’s doing for me. He still insists that ass play feels just neutral to him and he can’t see the point of it, for instance, and will always pretend like it’s something he’s doing entirely for my benefit, even though nowadays he starts moaning and bucking the moment I lightly caress his back door during foreplay. But maybe sometimes he really is phrasing things that way because he’s offering a thing he knows I like, and nothing more.
Sometimes he’ll text me spelling out a specific scene we could do, and my gut reaction is to bristle because it feels too much like he’s steering the ship, but in retrospect he does seem to mean all of those ideas as suggestions for me – to help me get the responses and effects out of him that he knows I want. Like, a while back I discovered that I like edging him while he straddles me (instead of him lying on the bed and me above him like we usually do). I have both my hands free and I get a lovely view. And then it occurred to me that I could add my strap-on to the equation, which would allow me to be touching him in even more ways at once. I said this idea out loud but didn’t do it at the time. And later, The Pedant texted me that he thought it would be better for me to use a butt plug instead of my strap-on because it’s more comfortable for him when a penetrative toy is motionless inside him. But he quickly added that if I want to see him impaled on my silicone cock he would do that for me, too.
Anyway. When he first came over we were going to touch up my hair (he likes re-shaving the shaved parts of my head, and he’s good at it, too) buttttt as usual we got distracted making out. He just goes all lithe and liquid and whimpery in my hands so easily. I can never resist following whatever path gives him the best responses, which usually of course leads to him coming.
On this particular occasion he ended up naked and standing next to my bed, swaying slightly as if hypnotized, as I walked around him exploring his body in whatever ways I wanted. I asked him if he would put on this pair of black-and-purple striped furry knee socks I have* and to my surprise he did it with no hesitation except asking “I presume these are clean?” He’s always balked at the idea of wearing anything “girly” and these socks are most definitely women’s socks.
So he put them on and I ogled him and ran my hands up his legs and then we made out some more and at some point I was caressing his ballsack and letting my fingertips press/stroke his asshole at the same time and he started gasping and whimpering so hard that I decided I needed to explore his back end some more.
He remained standing, facing the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of him, put on a glove, lubed it up, and gently nudged my index finger inside him to the hilt as I continued teasing his cock and nipples with my other hand. Oh god, the sounds he made. Electrifying.
Either he purposely wanted to get his nipples within striking distance of my mouth, or the socks simply slid on the wood floor (probably a bit of both), but he ended up straddling my knees with his legs bent pretty much into 90 degree angles. It was pointlessly awkward and acrobatic, but it amused me to see him contort like that in pursuit of his own pleasure, so I didn’t reposition him; I simply braced my feet more firmly against the floor in case he lost his balance and ended up in my lap.
In his tortuous half-squat his nipples were within my reach, so I teased them with my tongue while running my free hand over the quivering, rigid muscles of his thighs. I know he doesn’t like thrusting in his ass, just a bit of pressure, so I formed the finger that was inside him into kind of a hook and was gently tugging toward myself. I swiped pre-cum from the tip of his cock with my other index finger and fed it to him. He was practically howling as I started idly stroking his cock, and once I started working it in earnest he came pretty quickly, groaning with release and donut-glazing my chest in hot, gooey spurts. 😀
Then he somehow managed to get out of that hellsquat position and crawl onto the bed, looking completely wiped out – more like someone who’d just been through a harrowing but transformative near-death experience than someone who’d just had an orgasm. I de-gloved my ass-hand and lay down next to him and he linked his fingers through mine and pressed the back of my hand against his heart and dozed off.
I…did not doze off. But I lay there for a long while all curled against him, listening to him breathe. Eventually I got bored and gently disentangled myself and went and did other things.
More later, probably.
*I have a thing for stripey socks on men. Especially thigh-highs, but knee-high will do.