chain game

Listen to this song while you read!

This afternoon Evan Mast handcuffed me to the door chain. My palms pushed against the basement exit to my bedroom as I lowered myself onto his waiting shaft. As soon as we established the fit, he thrust up inside me. I immediately moaned my head off into the wall.

Forward, directive, fucking me, wrists clasped to metal, clanking, screaming how good this feels. He held onto my shoulders, his pelvis crammed against my ass. I bounced back, shaking my curves as fast as I could. The sensation was electric…him pounding into me with my added heavy vibrations led me to a ridiculous orgasm. Through three climaxes he boned me harder, faster, until my legs were shaking and wrists were aching.

We fell to the bed where he climbed his whole 6’4” on top of my back, inserting his cock quickly. Groaning, keep on fucking me, weight on top, sweat pouring, sex sounds galore. Then flipped, staring down eyes wide as my face contorted with pleasure, my cunt cascaded wetness, my breasts smiled up at him, my hips bucked wildly. Ready to fuck him for a change, give him a taste of my dominant desires. But he’s done. We’re done.

Shortly before this, chatting and smoking out on the black leather sofa. He notified me he’s dating an acquaintance of mine. They’re determining whether they want to open their relationship. Our drunk hook up happened during this process, she doesn’t know about me yet. I told him about sleeping with Kevin. Turns out they lived together for two years after first year, were even hanging out last night. He found it hilarious. This town is way too small.

I gave him advice on open relationships. Told him the fundamentals and the quickie on what I learned from it. I showed him the book that helped me through jealousy and introduced me to abundance, The Ethical Slut by Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy. He got a kick out of that. 

I want him to do whatever he’s comfortable with. But clearly he’s into me. I don’t care what he does, I would just prefer he not be in a closed relationship so we can keep fucking. I’m totally fine being the girl on the side. It’s a pretty sweet deal actually. 

He brought anal beads over today. We didn’t get time to use them because he had to run. Next time we plan on me riding him like I wanted and engaging in some anal play.

Before he left, I played him a new bootleg [it’s the ‘Listen while you read’ song for this post] I’m addicted to. He’s DJing a private gig tonight. He listened for a minute, “This is exactly what I needed! Thank you!!!”

Off he went. He’s coming on soon I think.