Yes, of course, we should all move on and away from those who have done us harm or with whom we’ve realised longer relationships won’t work out. But sometimes there’s no substitute for fucking someone who knows you really well – your body, your kinks, the things that make you squirm and come. I think today’s guest blogger and I are similar in this regard. The fabulous LM is back with another incredibly hot blog post about fucking her ex – this time with a selection of kinky acoutrements, at least one of which I never realised could be applied in such a sexy context. Please give her a really warm welcome, and check out some of her other incredible guest blogs by following the links in the post!
Bring your bear claws and rope
“Do you want me to bring anything?” he asks as we’re arranging our next playdate.
“Your bear claws and rope? I’ve got the candle,” I say hopefully. Strangely bold for me.
It was the first time he’d been to mine in a long while and I was excited and scared, nervous and horny. We don’t often see each other anymore, being that he’s my ex and all, but we still like to meet up and play every now and then. He’s an addiction I just can’t give up.
The night before and the morning of him coming over, I prepared myself and the house like I hadn’t done in years. It secretly felt nice to have him at mine again. I put my playlist on as he always teases me about my music tastes and I tried to calm myself as I was waiting for him to pull up the drive.
As soon as he came in, I wanted to pounce on him but I steeled myself and gave him a tour of the house first, showing him all of the changes. It didn’t last long though – from the moment he lifted me onto the table, I knew I was done for.
I relaxed into him again. Surrendered to the moment.
I laid back and he fingered me roughly, more than he has recently and it felt like old times. I loved the feeling of being spread out for him, naked and open to his gaze. I felt an orgasm building up and in the next second I was squirting all over the table. When he pulled me up, I saw I’d splashed his t-shirt as well. It was almost surreal to be here again – after everything that’s happened, I didn’t expect to be living out this particular fantasy that we’d talked about many times a few years before.
He’s a dangerous man in that anything he lays his eyes on can become something to bring me pleasure. A fly swatter for instance. He turned me around and gave me a few stinging thwacks. I felt like he was claiming me again, getting into my head and making me his. It was wonderful.
I’m not sure I’ve ever told him that I love him in my kitchen. Top off, jeans on. It ticks a very specific box in my head. I made us a drink and he sat in his corner on the worktop. It’s still so easy between us.
We chill out a bit and then we go upstairs. He laid me on the bed and pulled out the rope. I’d been joking about him bringing it but I should know better than to joke with this man.
He started with his bear claws (the meat shredders). My body was already sensitive from earlier and I mewled at his touch. He got the rope and started to wrap it around me – tying my wrists and lifting them above my head and then running the rope down the front of my body, brushing my cunt as he pulled the rope underneath me and then back up to my wrists.
We’ve experimented a lot over the years we’ve known each other and sometimes there’s one moment that just clicks. It’s completely natural, it flows beautifully and it’s something I wish I could capture and replay over and over again.
As soon as that rope slid over and around my body, I completely surrendered. I’ve never felt the magic of rope before but I’ve read about it, dreamed and fantasised and we’ve talked about it so many times before.
But I didn’t think I’d get to feel it.
He knew I was drifting, knew my head had gone and as I was riding the feeling, I felt his cock push into my willing mouth and to the back of my throat.
I have quite a sensitive gag reflex but I’ve always enjoyed pushing the boundaries with him. He’ll either wait for me to relax my throat around his cock and take in more of him, or he’ll fuck my throat and force me to relax. It depends on his mood.
This time though, there was something about the angle or my mood that allowed him to plow straight into my throat. I took his cock with watering eyes and an empty head. I felt used and useful, trapped and free. It was an incredible feeling.
Once he’d had his fill, he lit the candle and as it was starting to burn, I felt his fingers in my cunt. He told me afterwards how wet I was, how much he knew I wanted it. I started to feel the drops of wax land on my body as his fingers worked their magic in my cunt. It’s only now that I wish we’d filmed it as I’d love to see us both – my body dancing and his face at my wanton lust.
A little later, I’m playing with his cock and he whispers “come on” and motions for me to mount him. I can’t help but moan at his instruction and as I get up and swing my leg around, I suddenly feel like I’m going to die as I get the start of a cramp in my leg and I laugh as I ask him to untie me. He loosens the rope around my wrists and as I climb on his cock and slide down slowly, feeling every inch, I realise how much I’ve missed riding him and coming around his cock.
He always talks about owning my soul. And with the way I surrendered to him, the rope, the wax, I think he’s right…