I want what she’s having. Seriously, right now I would give (almost) anything for the type of sex LM describes in this piece. The ‘reset fuck’, which brings you back to yourself and drags you out of your own head… unngh. LM has written some gorgeous guest pieces here before, so click the links in the post to find some of them and check out more of her amazing work. In the meantime, enjoy this hot story about a reset fuck… I am so jealous right now.
Note this piece contains consensual kink and BDSM including spanking and using belts as harnesses around someone’s neck. Do not try this at home unless you know how to do it safely (i.e. without putting any pressure on their neck).
The reset fuck
I’ve had a tough few months recently – mentally and physically, at work and at home. I haven’t felt like “me” in a long time – so much so that I postponed meeting the hot, older man. Definitely not like me.
A couple of months later, more ground down but with the cloud lifting slightly, I knew what I needed. I needed the kind of fuck that I’ve only ever been able to have with him. The reset fuck.
A catch up as friends. A meeting of dirty, kinky minds as lovers. And time where you’re both truly present. Retreating into that bubble we once had. Just the two of us.
It takes 3 trains to get to his. It’s not a sexy journey but there’s moments that make me smile and think of him – a squirrel just as I’m leaving and passing the car park that he picked me up from before our first night in a hotel. As I get on the last train, I put the vibrator in me – it brings my mind to him, to us.
He always picks me up from the train station and it gives me a moment to look at him, drink him in. On the edge, it takes everything in me not to moan.
As soon as we’re in the car, I make him aware of the vibrator, of how close I am. He smiles, and the torturous game ramps up.
At his, it’s not long before I come. He fingers me while the vibrator is still inside. The stretch, the vibration in a place I can’t quite focus on. I come but it’s maddening. It’s not enough. I need to squirt. I need the release. I ask him. Quietly. He asks me to repeat it and I choke it out.
A second later and I’m having the kind of orgasm where you could almost cry. It’s such a build up and release of emotions, of feelings. And I squirt. A lot.
Even though he was always the one who quietened my mind, I wasn’t expecting myself, my body, to relax into him so easily. But I did. More than I have before at his new place, more than I have since we finished things but couldn’t quite let each other go.
Before I could give it another thought, he pulled me across his lap. He’d given me instructions in the lead up to our meeting but I hadn’t followed them at all – my mind hadn’t been in a place to. He spanked me. A good, firm hard spank. My head began to race. Another. I took it and held in whatever was bubbling up. Another spank. It was enough to break through and my entire body shivered.
“Was that a moan of pleasure?”
“…. Y-y-yes”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir”
“Good girl”
This was the place I wanted to be. Where I needed to be.
He pulled me up a little and I slid through his legs, onto my knees and like the good girl that I am, I took his cock into my mouth. I love sucking his cock. I love how submissive I feel, how I lose myself in it. I took him deeper into my throat than I have before. I enjoyed the thick ropes of spit dripping from his cock onto the floor. It was gloriously messy.
But again, it wasn’t enough. I needed to fuck him. I needed him to come in me. I climbed on him but the angle wasn’t quite right so we got up and onto the floor and on all fours, we fucked like animals. All grunts and moans as he filled me up.
Later, he took me into his bedroom. His belt was laying promisingly on the bed but for now he wanted to show me a new toy. A back scratcher. He trailed it down my back. It was so soft, so gentle and it made me shiver. It felt so good. A moment later, I was on all fours waiting for the first hit. Fuck, it hurt. I bounced up the moment it hit. I looked at him. Conflicted. I hated it and I loved it. Did I want more? Yes. But I couldn’t ask for more. I couldn’t ask for more of *that*. There was so much of that flirty tension in the air that I always, always loved about us. I got back into position myself and he delivered another stinging blow.
Dispensing with the back scratcher, he looped the belt around my neck. It always feels so magical when he does that. Horny and safe, I let him pull me onto his cock. He directs the movement of my head, how deep I take him and how long for. He stops and pulls me towards the edge of the bed and fucks me and I squirt again.
As we’re laying together, relaxing, I tap his leg with the end of the belt. He gives me that look. A warning look that both makes me shiver and want to do it again. I behave myself… until I don’t, at which point he takes the belt off and delivers a few satisfying thwacks.
As I dress and move, I can feel his work. The bruises that, if they haven’t appeared yet, will certainly show soon. I get into the car and wince. He laughs and my cunt throbs.
Going to McDonald’s after we’ve fucked has always been our thing. A sweet bit of downtime for us. He knows my order and smiles when I get excited at the happy meal toy.
When we get back, he puts some vintage porn on. That’s kind of become our thing too. It’s sweet, hot and funny. Sometimes he voices them. Sometimes we’re confused. Sometimes we imitate the moans. This time was a mix. A mix of being turned on, and horrified at some of the plot lines.
His fingers found their way to my cunt, and my hand to his cock. What was on the screen wasn’t particularly hot, but the lazy way in which we pleasured each other was. Stopping when something was more funny than hot. Carrying on regardless. And eventually, just ignoring it all together.
He fingered me and made me come over and over again. I needed to lose myself in orgasms. In him. And I needed him to come on me. Cover me in his come. Mark me. I held the vibrator to my clit as he fingered me, as I was wanking him. He was close. He groaned as my cunt became more insistent, as she pulsed and throbbed around his fingers. And then I felt his come on my leg. I’m always proud of that.
When I stood up, there was a huge puddle beneath me. Even now, 15 years on, I still get shy and embarrassed around him and that… that really made me dance.
As we dress, I notice the come spot on his jeans. He looked, laughed and said it would have been when I ground against him. I couldn’t even remember doing it. But I loved marking him, leaving my scent – on his sofa, on his floor, on his bed and now on his jeans.
As he drives me to the station, we joke about me having a sex break. I took a random day off to fuck. A day that was more safe in my cycle so that he could come in me. He said I needed a good seeing to.
I needed a day to find my way back to myself.
I needed a good reset fuck.