EROTICA, PROMPT STORY
Vanilla With Sprinkles Of Kink
Memories from a life well-lived put a smile on Donna’s face… — written for the October prompt of Tantalizing Tales
“If we change to this, then we should really commit to it,” Donna said, looking at Pete.
Pete nodded.
“Of course…” he agreed, his expression serious, his eyes capturing hers.
Donna’s heart filled with joy, but some of the excited butterflies in her tummy scattered away at Pete’s next words.
“… but nothing is set in stone.”
Donna sat in the window seat of their city apartment, looking down at the traffic below, her mind drifting back to that conversation so many years ago.
Something had triggered this memory.
That night they committed to each other — she would be the submissive to his dominance. It felt like the natural step to take. From the day they had met, they had dabbled in kink. Many times he had tied her up, either with rope or using the cuffs they had bought. She had always liked it when their sex was rough. Taking the step to formalize their kink relationship had seemed like a natural one.
Oh, the things we have done, she thought.
Images flashed through her mind.
Donna stood bent over the bed, naked as the day she was born. Behind her, Pete held a cane in his hand.
“Count,” he ordered.
She barely had time to breathe in before the cane landed on her buttocks for the first time.
“One,” she moaned, trying to keep her position.
He had started slowly, not putting too much force behind the implement she feared with a vengeance. But by the time she said ‘seven’, the burn in her bottom was almost too much to bear.
“Nine,” she cried out, trampling her feet, tears running over her face.
She knew the last one would be worse than any of the others, and braced herself for the pain.
It came.
So soft that for a few seconds she was quiet, not knowing if this was the tenth strike or not. Afraid he might start over again, she almost whispered the word: “Ten.”
He had a knack of fucking with her head, and as he held her afterwards, gently rubbing his hand over her burning bottom, she let her tears flow, feeling loved and desired, relaxed and content.
The door clicked in place as they entered the hotel room. Donna liked their overnight stays, as it took them away from home, and they always seemed kinkier in a different environment than when they were home.
“Put on your black lace dress, stockings, and high heels, and be ready to receive a guest,” Pete said.
Donna looked at him in surprise.
“A guest?”
When she saw Pete’s strict expression, she understood this was not a time for questions.
Less than an hour later, a kink friend of theirs walked around her where she stood, with her legs spread and hands interlocked behind her back. He cupped a breast, and squeezed, then did the same with the other, before moving his hand to her crotch and finding her wet slit.
“She’s wet already,” he laughed and looked at Pete.
“A slut should always be ready,” Pete replied, and their guest agreed.
A delicious shiver of humiliation ran down Donna’s spine when she heard the word ‘slut’. She’d grown to love it when Pete referred to her as ‘my slut’, feeling the affection behind those words.
Her mind jerked back to the guest when he stood in front of her, lifted her head with his finger under her chin, and said: “I’m going to fuck your arse.”
It was exactly what he did, but not before he had plugged her, then spanked her bottom bright red and followed that with fingering her to several orgasms.
By the time he removed the plug, Donna was more than ready for him to fuck her, no matter what opening he chose.
Pete, who had been watching from a recliner while their guest had his way with Donna, now moved to the bed and ordered his wife to kneel between his legs and suck him.
Behind her, the guest got onto the bed. Donna tensed for a second when his cock rested against her dark hole, but then relaxed. She moaned around her husband’s cock when that of the guest slowly stretched her until he buried himself entirely inside.
Moans of passion filled the room.
Donna gagged around the cock in her mouth, while relishing in the magic feel of the cock in her arse.
Movements were frantic, and she sensed the men were nearing their orgasms. Wanting to experience the high with them, she pushed a hand between her legs to rub her clit.
Afterwards, the three of them lay spent on the bed — Donna between the men, enjoying their tender touches, as they ran their hands up and down her body.
Donna smiled at the memories.
They had intense times. Exciting times, such as that weekend with another couple, which left her bottom in all colors of the rainbow for two weeks after. Or the time another man gave her a tantric massage, bringing her to the most intense orgasm of her life. And what about the time Pete had fingered her to orgasm in the pub?
A flash of sadness crossed her face when she remembered Pete’s words: nothing is set in stone.
Indeed, it wasn’t.
After five years of living their kinky life, and of which the last months were quiet on that front, they put an end to that commitment.
Donna needed the formal ending, just like all those years before she needed to formally commit.
It was good while it lasted, and they still reminisced about their good times together. They had come full circle, returning now to where they had started their relationship: vanilla with sprinkles of kink.
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