Bliss Warrior

LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS: A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY

Written by Miss Bliss on January 25, 2008 – 6:00 am -

You’ve never used a strap-on and liked it.

The first time a girl tightened those leather straps around your hips, fastening her cock to your body, you felt nothing.

On your back, beneath her, behind her, she loved everything you did to her, but still, nothing.

And, when the three of you physically connected, you and your man taking her together, you watched their faces, touched her hair with one hand, stroked his back with the other, and wanted to be there with them. But you weren’t.

Tonight is different. New advances in sex toy technology have created a strap-on that has two attachments: one for her and one for you.

It’s a little complicated to get on. You don’t know if you should insert your dildo before you adjust the straps or the other way around. Either option is awkward.

She watches you from the bed and you smile, a little embarrassed. You ask for help, and she leisurely climbs off the bed and walks towards you. You study the tiny waist, the full breasts, and desire her.

You expect her to come in front of you and help, but she surprises you by coming from behind. Her lips graze the back of your neck as her arms reach around and find the dildo. “May I,” she asks in a whisper. You smile, step your legs a little further apart, and allow her to fill you. She tightens the straps and this time already feels different than the others.

As she leads you back to the bed, you are conscious of the hardness inside of you, connected to the hardness out in front of you.

Now, you are both on your knees. You kiss and run fingers through shampooed hair, while your cock bounces in front of you. Assisting you coyly, she pours lube from her left hand into her right. Slowly, as if you were a man, she strokes the dildo that is facing her thigh. She makes it wet, makes it warm, makes it ready. With each stroke, each gentle pull outward, the cock within you moves, just a bit.

This movement stimulates fierce lust. Suddenly, you want her. You ask her to get on her hands and knees and place a pillow under her belly for soft support. “Touch yourself,” you whisper into her ear, and her right hand shifts underneath her until her body vibrates slowly.

Play began hours ago, and she is ready for you. The head of your new cock is a little bigger than the others you’ve used, so you enter her slowly, just getting the head in first. The tip is in and she moans, and you push further. “Is this alright,” you ask, but she just says, “More.”

You push all the way into her, and something is different. The dildo inside of you pushes back. You pull out of her, and the one inside you pulls out, too. It’s a part of you. Push and pull. Sliding in and out. You are both connected.

Now, it gets fun. You get to fuck her like a man. You have a cock, and you begin to explore her insides with it. You move your hips from side to side, moving your cock to the left and right. Then you switch and make small circles, then wider ones. With each new move, her breath changes: she moans, she sighs, she begs for more. And you feel it all.

“Faster,” she breathes, and your hips move faster.

“Deeper,” she sighs, and you go deeper.

“Yes, just like that,” she moans, “Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

She is close, and for the first time, you’re going to feel it when you make her come. Lost in the moment, you have never felt so connected to the male part of yourself. This must be what it feels like for a man, you think, or at least it’s close to what a man feels. Your thighs hurt and your abs feel the workout but you keep going. She is going to come all over you and you cannot wait.

“I’m so close,” she says once more.

But right then, out of nowhere, comes the deepest vaginal orgasm you’ve ever felt. Your climax is hard, more powerful than you’ve had a very long time, and you realize - in bliss and horror- you can’t finish her.

You have to stop and catch your breath. Mumbling an odd apology, you roll off her in an orgasmic daze.

“Oh my God,” you say between breaths, “I came too early. I can’t believe it.”

“It’s okay, honey,” she says, but you hear her disappointment.

“No,” you say. “I’m not letting you go without the orgasm you deserve.” You turn to your man who is beaming with pride, so happy the toy he surprised you with works so very well. “Darling,” you say to him, “I think I need your help.”

He smiles and she’s delighted. You place a condom on his warm, hard perfection, then turn, and hold her in your arms. As you kiss her lips, he takes over where you left off.

XOXOXOXOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR

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