RELATIONSHIP | KINK |

These Words Will Never Hurt Me

Preparing for a weekend away by writing sexy tags on my body

Sticks and Stone May Break My Bones, but Words can Never Hurt Me [anon. ~ from nursery rhyme]

I get the pen to write on my skin, I’m so excited that my heart is beating hard, making my breasts jiggle. My bag is packed for a weekend away with my lover. Plenty of wispy triangles of lace and silk are stowed among my lounging clothes, alongside a selection of sex toys and a bottle of lube. Now all I need to do is adorn myself for my big reveal later! I’m doing it before he picks me up, who knows how things will go down once he gets me alone!

I tested the marker pen — I wrote leg before shaving my legs ultra smooth — it washed off with soap, so I know I won’t be inked up for days (I had the sense not to use a Sharpie!) Cupping my full breast, I attempt to write Suck Me around its nipple

It’s harder than I expected, my flesh is undulating, plus I have to write it so someone else can read it. Looking in the mirror is NO help! Above my other nipple, I write Bite Me — my man can be considerate, but this gives him license to be rough, which I crave!

I’ve bought some sexy fetish wear: a harness of stretchy straps to cage my body. I’ll present myself to him as a helpless plaything, I’ll get pleasure from being used by him. This is new territory — I usually take the lead! With a big grin on my face, I ponder what to write above my waxed pussy. Because I can’t decide, I write both Lick and Fuck.

I think about wanting him to ride me, and moisture gathers.

I lecture myself to calm down, whilst writing SLUT on my inner thigh. I turn to view my bottom in the mirror, and wonder how the hell I’m going to write Spank Me. Ideally, I need help, but that’s not possible. I want him to spank me, either with his hand or the paddle I bought months ago but have never tried. Grasping a handful of buttock, I twist painfully — doing my best mirror writing as I study my reflection.

I step into a pair of knickers, adding jeans, a bra and T-shirt, and I’m ready to go.

Our journey is a bit frustrating. It’s a Friday afternoon, and we’re not the only ones trying to get away, but when we arrive at our guest lodge — proper log cladding with decking at the front. Inside, the decor is relaxed but comfortable. The marble bathroom has a great shower that could fit two people (evil ideas!) while our bedroom has a metal bed frame, which will be great for the restraints I’ve packed.

We’re all set for a filthy weekend.

I don’t pounce on my lover straight away, he needs to relax and wind down. We plan to cook a light meal and have a drink. We’re here for 3 nights, so there is no rush, although I’m jonesing to spring my surprise.

I use the bathroom and see the garish words written on my skin. I feel slutty and excited, and another rush of moisture slicks my knickers. Inside the cups of my bra, the dirty words of what I wish for curl around the puckered flesh.

At bedtime, my fella is in and out of the bathroom double quick. It leaves me no time to shimmy into the harness with all its complicated straps. Plan B — a flimsy silk camisole with a matching thong — makes his eyes bug appreciatively as I slide into bed next to him.

“I love you in this,” he smooths the fabric over the peaks of my hardened nipples.

As I preen, deliberately hitching my shoulders, a strap slips. His next stroke drags the fabric down to reveal my breast.

“You know I love your tits.”

Then he hesitates, I know he’s reading the words.

“Suck me,” he murmurs, then complies.

Oh the pleasure, the tingles, I feel so wicked. I’ve realized that even when I act submissive, I’m topping from the bottom, but my lover is such a gentleman, that he needs a nudge to release his primal, inner caveman.

The other strap has also slipped, helpfully trapping my arms by my sides. Now he attacks my other breast with delight, nipping and pulling at the pebbled skin until I groan as the ache of desire courses through me.

He pulls the gusset of my thong aside and dips his finger straight in.

“You’re so wet!”

My pussy grips him greedily, I wonder if he has seen the words.

Now he laughs and says, “but you’re My slut!”

I know. My panties get dragged off my legs to reveal the smudged writing- Lick and Suck; they have not survived my oiled skin very well.

From our box of ‘toys’ at the foot of the bed, he selects a black silicone vibrator, with a curve to reach my g-spot. I love that he’s taken charge, but I wonder if he meant to choose this vibrating pattern, or if he’s confused by the buttons. Whatever it soon has me writhing with pleasure. He’s pounding the silicone beast back in and out of my pussy, making my hips buck in response to my yearning within. His eyes darken as he notes how much of its menacing black length my slutty cunt can swallow.

“Please let me suck you,” I beg.

He concedes, lying back among the pillows. I kneel to take his member in my mouth. At first, I can sink my face right down against his groin, sucking and teasing the full length of him in the warm, wet cavern of my mouth, but when his cock unfurls and swells, I soon cannot accommodate it all, no matter how I try.

I content myself with focusing on the sensitive, shiny crown of his penis, licking and sucking around it. I encompass it in a cheek-hollowing suction, and am gratified to hear his groans of pleasure. My hands rub and tease his balls and perineum, plus I stroke and press in the crease of his butt. There is pleasure to be had here, if he commands it.

“Would you like to try a ring?” I ask.

For a moment he is confused, lost in a reverie of sensation until I show him a silicone cock ring. He nods and we stretch it to settle at the base of his penis, which I continue to lick and suck.

Now he draws me towards him, so my breasts dangle invitingly over his face. Grasping one with his hand, he takes the other in his mouth, biting and sucking until my legs go weak. I grip the bedstead with one hand, still pumping his cock with my other, and release a low moan.

Before long, he draws me down to the mattress, raising himself over me.

“C’mon slut, let’s see what you can do!”

He teases my eager slit with his cock. As he rubs up and down my crease, pleasuring the nub of my clitoris, it becomes glossed with my juices. He’s denying me the satisfaction of sinking his length inside and reminding me who is in control.

I want him now, an obsession. I have an itch only he can scratch.

The cock ring is nestled at the base of him, holding his rod firm and tight. I need him to sink his hardness into me, there’ll be no resistance, my pussy is melted butter to his hot knife. Like an electric shock to us both, he drives into me with one swift, deep thrust.

We both groan aloud, and the dance begins.

He fits like a glove, and we dance to a tune that we both know so well that it’s hard to describe the music we make. Now neither one is dominant or submissive, we’re working together, yet striving for fulfillment. We pull each other along to attain it together. He hears my breathing hitch and tries to speed up for me. I feel his body tense, so I thrust my hip upwards, and squeezed on him.

Finally, our stars align and we unravel together, feeling the throbs and pulses which bring satisfaction, our juices commingling as our hearts beat fast from exertion.

“What a little minx!” He laughs, nuzzling into my neck, no longer using the word slut.

“Yeah, but it was fun wasn’t it?”

When I rest my head on his chest, I feel a comforting beat under my ear.

“Lots of fun.”

“We’ve got all weekend to try things like that!” I say with a grin; he doesn’t know the things I have planned.

[To be continued …]

If you’re thinking of signing up for Medium membership, which is only the price of a decent coffee, why not use my link? You’ll have unlimited monthly reads of thousands of writers’ excellent content, plus I’ll earn a little from your support. Subscribe to my email or Follow my writing. Here’s another piece of my fiction for free.