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xkcd sex

Friendship is always platonic

FriendPup is my best friend at college, and is a different person from BestFriend, who is my best friend at...everywhere.

While BestFriend and I will have conversations about sex and kink, they're all straight-up gossip, or advice. We trade porn blogs, and tricks and tips. Some of our stories are bragging --"guess what my sir did!". Sometimes we swap dreams --she wants to be a stripper, I want to be a pro dom. We know each other's scores on the purity test, and every single sexual conversation we have is marked by the fact that it's purely platonic.

FriendPup and I have many of the same conversations. We gossip about my boyfriends and her girlfriend, and what we've done and like to do. Sometimes we swap marks, left on our bodies by overzealous lovers. But there's a big difference between the conversations I have with FriendPup and the ones I have with BestFriend.

Namely, when FriendPup tells me her exploits, it's not platonic. Oh, don't get me wrong, we're not at all interested in each other, and she's mono and taken. We're just friends, and it's an awesome way to be --too awesome to try and change. But when FriendPup and The Lesbian and I get together, it's a wonderful wonderful experience.

They'll lean over and whisper in my ear "guess what we did last night." They show be text messages hot enough to almost make me whimper. On a couple memorable occasions, I've gotten to watch them kiss on the subway, watch The Lesbian nip at Pup's ear, and the way FriendPup just melts.

I've watched them turn each other on, and oh, does it make my little voyeuristic heart happy. I'm probably never going to watch them have sex (and a part of me is appalled at the very concept) but I've seen enough. Their gasps and subtle moans and whimpers meant for me alone are, in a word, beautiful.

FriendPup's just a tease, I suppose. Part of me feels it ought to be concerned that hanging out with friends makes me want to go home and masturbate. But the rest of me? Just can't wait to hear what dildo they're buying next, or how many times The Lesbian came.

What can I say, I love my friends.
xkcd sex

Two vignettes from a recent visit to FatherMaster's

I was talking with FriendPup earlier, about what exactly I had meant when I said I was off to FatherMaster's for some delicious trouble. See, FriendPup and her girlfriend The Lesbian have a little bit of dom/sub play that happens. Pup is really quite sub when it comes down to it, and head over heels in silly with The Lesbian, which is adorable to watch. And Pup and I are so sweet and sharing with each other, and tell the stories that would make any poor listening boys go insane.

I mention some of the things my sir does to me, and oh, FriendPup goes all wide eyed and wanting and jealous. "I wish!" she says, and the only thing keeping her from pressing for details is the return of the slightly more prudish members of our group. I'd be happy to tell her details, of course. She and The Lesbian tease me so with their exploits, it's only fair that I get to tease her back once in a while.

The above is in part inspired by the fact that I just rolled over onto my stomach to write, and shed the bra I've been wearing for too damn long, it seems. And my poor tits, oh, the arousal from reading Erotiterrorist earlier would be bad enough but FatherMaster does love to play with them so. Although perhaps play is too kind a word, summoning sweet fondling and gentle caresses.

No, he much prefers to *torture* my breasts, and the poor sweet nipples. He likes to grab, and pinch, to tease his mouth and his teeth just against the skin, to clamp...oh, anything he can find to use, he will! Chip clips, binder clips, plain ol' nipple clamps. The pain is fantastic.

And one of the things that I love about being a sub is how much more pain I wish I could take, pain that I want from him because he wants to give it to me. I can't always deal with the sharpness of clamps, but oh, how I yearn to please him, and so each time, I bite my lip and squirm and wince and see if I can take just a little bit more.

They'll make a proper sub out of me someday, I'm sure.




Somewhere in our evening, FatherMaster smiles at me. He had already caused my ass to break out in bright pink welts, by a few well placed smacks from a particularly brutal plastic kitchen spoon.

(Seriously, you would not believe the pain that thing provides. Small and round and sharp and direct, and leaves tiny bullseyes all over my ass. We took a picture, the first time he did it, and oh, it is a lovely thing to shudder at.)

But he smiles, perhaps at the slight discomfort I am displaying as I sit in the chair and shift nervously. "One of these visits, I'd like to spank you so hard you couldn't sit down on the bus home."

I damn near melted at the thought. Part of me is terrified --there's no way that I could possibly take that much pain. But the rest of me? Oh, mm, yes, PLEASE! I will suffer indignation as I walk the quarter mile to the bus stop, and endure the stares as I wince at every pothole the damned vehicle hits. Because being hit with that sort of love and pain? Oh gods, it would be such a delight.

And besides, it plays particularly well with another want I've got floating around the back of my head. I really _do_ want to know what it feels like to be spanked until I cry.