Saturday, November 9, 2019

The Bright Side (Masturbation Monday #271 & Wicked Wednesday #389)

I originally had this idea for last week’s Wicked Wednesday “Observe” prompt, but I didn’t get it done in time. My muse has been rather unfocused and difficult to nail down recently. But when this idea came to me, it kind of wrote itself—just not fast enough. Anyway, I adjusted it a bit to fit this week’s Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday prompts.

If you’re curious, here’s a link to the Turner painting mentioned in this story. And at the end, there’s a video of the Monty Python song “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.”

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

The Bright Side
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

I’d been observing him for several weeks. Every morning, he came into the art museum where I worked and sat in front of a particularly moody painting. It was a Turner called “The Shipwreck” that we had on loan for a few months.

He was an attractive man, a little older than me—maybe in his mid-thirties. I thought he might work in one of the nearby office buildings, because he was always dressed in business casual. But his golden-brown hair was a little long and there was always a day’s worth of stubble on his strong jaw. I never thought I liked the scruffy look, but on him it was hot.

So naturally, I noticed him the first time he came in. With a dour expression of his face, he’d sit on the bench in front of the Turner, his elbows braced on his legs and his shoulders slumped. He stared at the painting so intensely I wondered if he was trying to teleport himself into the turbulent scene. My mind was overrun with curiosity.

Just for the heck of it, I read my horoscope every day—not that I really believed it. However, that morning it read:

Be the light. Brighten someone’s day and show them all the colors of the rainbow.

And that was exactly what I intended to do.

“Good morning,” I said brightly as I sat down beside Mr. Gloomy.

He looked at me for a long moment, clearly perplexed, but politeness won out. “Hi.”

I nodded my head at the Turner. “You must really like this painting.”

“Yeah, it’s…powerful.”

“And depressing.”

He looked down at my blouse and the nametag emblazoned with Teresa. “Don’t you work here? Aren’t you supposed to tell me what a great work of art it is?”

“Oh, it’s a masterpiece. Truly. It’s also depressing as hell. I can’t imagine coming here every day and brooding over it for half an hour.”

“You noticed, huh?”

“Yep. You’re much too good looking to be so morose.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up for a second, but then he sighed. “I’ve had a rough time of it.”

“So I gathered. Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t want to bore you with my problems.”

“Hey, I offered.” I nudged his shoulder with mine. “Besides, it’s part of my job here to make sure the patrons have an enjoyable artistic experience. You are clearly not having a good time.”

“No, I guess not.”

“And your mood is contagious.” I leaned closer and stage-whispered, “You’re bringing everybody down, dude.”

He huffed a laugh that sounded kind of rusty. But hey, it was a start. “My ex is making my life hell and all my supposed friends are traitors.”

“That really sucks.”


“But you know what?”


“Screw ‘em.”

He snorted.

“Okay, I know it’s radically simplistic.”

“Not to mention easier said than done.”

“Do you want her—or him—back?”

“Her. And hell no.”

“Also, friends like that you don’t need.”


“Let me ask you this. Is wallowing in your misery making you feel any better?”


“It’s just playing right into her hands. Don’t let her win. As they say, living well is the best revenge.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

“So you should look on the bright side of life. Like the song.”

He gave me a blank stare.

“From Monty Python.” When he continued staring, I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t make me sing it.”

I got a real, full-blown smile this time. “I know the song, but I really can’t see a bright side of this situation.”

After a moment of thought, I said, “Well, was there anything that you enjoyed that you couldn’t do with your ex? Either because she didn’t like it or wouldn’t let you?”

His eyes widened, then his expression turned guilty. “Not really.”

“Liar. I saw that look. There is something.”

He shifted in his seat. “I can’t tell you. It’s…sexual.”

“Ah, I see. Just between you and me, I’m fairly open-minded about sexual matters.” I leaned in closer. “I’m actually kind of freaky.”

He looked at me speculatively for a moment. “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Try me.”

After glancing around us, he leaned closer to me and said in a hushed voice, “I’ve always wanted to give a woman a messy facial, but my ex thought it was demeaning.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, but then grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the bench.

“Where are we going?” he asked as I led him down a hall.

“My office. We need privacy for this.”

Once we were inside the closet I tried to spend as little time in as possible, I shut and locked the door behind us.

He was leaning against my desk when I turned to face him.

With my back to the door, I unfastened the top button on my blouse. “We’re going to make your dirty fantasy come true.”

He swallowed. “Okay.”

I smiled at his casual response, because I saw the heat burning in his blue eyes. As I undid one button after another, he watched intently, his gaze going from warm to scorching. I pulled the blouse free of my skirt and shrugged it off, revealing my lace bra dyed in a rainbow pattern.

The whole naughty scene was getting me hot, too. Desire unfurled low and slow in my belly. A needy ache thrummed between my legs and moisture quickly pooled there, soaking into my matching panties. As his gaze devoured my breasts, my nipples tightened, pushing against the fine lace.

I sauntered up to him and placed my blouse on the desk. “I didn’t want to risk getting it messy.”

“Good thinking.” His gaze was still focused on my tits. “You should lose the bra too.”

Grinning, I reached back and unfastened my bra. Then it joined my blouse on the desk.

“I love your big tits.”

I traced my fingers over the blatant erection outlined beneath his slacks. “Do you want my hand or my mouth?”

Lifting his gaze to meet mine, he hissed out a breath. “Both.”

“Mmmm, my pleasure.” I meant it too.

Kneeling between his legs, I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He was gloriously hard, but I planned to make him even harder. My hand wrapped around the base, I slowly licked up his shaft, stopping just beneath the head to tease the sensitive spot there.

He groaned and cupped the back of my head, his hand gently holding my ponytail.

I took just the head into my mouth and softly sucked on it. Some pre-come oozed out onto my tongue, making me moan at the taste of him. I tried to ignore the growing ache in my horny cunt, focusing all my attention on pleasing him.


Sucking a little harder, I slid my mouth down his cock, taking more and more of him until my nose was buried in his thatch of pubic hair. I loved the heady, musky smell of him there. I gradually moved back up his shaft, then back down again. I set up a steady rhythm, up and down, the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat every time I took all of him.

I could hear him breathing hard. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

It made me even hotter that I was pleasing him so much—making him forget all the crap that had been weighing on him. I pressed my thighs together to relieve some of my neediness and sucked him even harder.

His grip on my ponytail tightened, but he didn’t try forcing me into a faster rhythm.

Reluctantly, I relinquished his now-slick cock and used my hand to stroke him. “Am I a good little cocksucker?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I really got off on dirty talk and especially enjoyed being called filthy names. But right then, I was more drawn to his balls. While I jerked him off, I took one in my mouth and lightly sucked on it, massaging it with my tongue.

He moaned. “You are so fucking hot.”

As I gave the other one the same attention, I stroked him harder and faster.

“I’m going to fucking come!”

He pulled on my ponytail, so I released him and looked up expectantly, my mouth slightly open. Still holding my head, he took over jerking his cock in forceful strokes. When the first blast of come hit my glasses, I closed my eyes reflexively. I heard his soft grunts as several more heavy lines of spunk fell across my face. Easing my head back even further, he shot two final ropes on my tits.

I felt so wonderfully filthy and realized I was grinding my thighs together to get some much-needed friction.

When he released my ponytail, I went to take off my messy glasses so I could see him, but he stopped me. “Wait, can I take a picture of you like that?”

I chuckled. “Sure. Only if you promise to keep it to yourself.”

“Of course.”

I heard some rustling, then a click from what I assumed was his cellphone.

Once he gave me the go-ahead, I set aside my come-covered glasses and captured a thick, milky dollop of spunk that was about to fall off my chin. While he watched, I painted it on my nipples. I moaned as I smeared the rest of his come all over my tits, luxuriating in the sweet filthiness of it.

“Damn, that’s hot.”

“Mmmm, fuck yeah. I’m so fucking horny right now I could self-combust.”

Faster than I would have thought possible, he picked me up and had me sprawled out on my desk.

“What are you doing?”

He grinned down at me. “Returning the favor.”

I groaned. “Thank fuck.”

He didn’t waste any time pushing up my skirt and removing my drenched panties. All too soon, he had my legs spread wide apart and eagerly demonstrated what a skilled and talented tongue he had.

“Your ex is a fucking idiot!”

Then he slid two long fingers deep inside my cunt and I completely lost the ability to speak—or even form a coherent thought.

After several mind-blowing orgasms and I finally came back to earth, we quietly put ourselves back together. I had a lot more fixing to do than he did, but I really didn’t mind.

“Can I buy you a coffee after work?”

I’d been using a wet-nap to wipe the come off my face, but stopped to look at him. “I’d love that.”

“One thing…”


“Leave my come on your tits for the rest of the day.”

It was the beginning of a beautifully dirty friendship.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Bound (Masturbation Monday #268 & Friday Flash #70)

When I saw the Friday Flash prompt, I associated it with a bad dream I had recently. There was nothing sexual about it. Some kind of malevolent force was holding me immobile. I was frightened at first, but then I fought back and banished it, thereby freeing myself. So, ultimately, it was positive—although, not very pleasant. I decided to take a much different tone in this story.

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

There was a presence in the room with me. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt it. I sat up in bed and looked around the dark room—the moonlight seeping in the windows provided some ambient light. There didn’t appear to be anything unusual, but there was still…something.

My gaze settled on the lone chair in the corner and lingered there. I couldn’t explain it, but I kept staring at the empty space. I told myself I was being silly. There was nothing there. Still, as I lay back down, I continued watching the chair.

I was drifting off to sleep when I saw it—a shimmering outline of what I inherently knew was a male form. My heart pounding, I tried to bolt upright again, but I was frozen in place. Panic overtook me and I gasped for air.

Then, I heard it…a calm, rich, velvety voice…in my head.

Shhh, do not worry. I mean you no harm.

Warm affection washed over me and I relaxed, inexplicably surrendering to the invisible force that bound me.

Good girl.

As my breathing calmed, I felt something—a lot of somethings—softly caressing me from head to toe. It was like hundreds of fingers gently stroking my skin, making it highly sensitive. My heart rate quickened for a much more arousing reason. My nipples tightened into taut peaks and liquid desire flooded my sex.

Then the tingling started. It was everywhere initially, but as it grew stronger, it concentrated on my nipples. I moaned as the sensations reverberated throughout my body. I was humming with pleasure when something new added to my sweet torment.

A phantom mouth glided down the column of my neck, the unmistakable sensation of lips, tongue, and teeth teasing my skin. The tingling in my nipples turned into light pinching as my ghostly lover kissed and nibbled his way down to my drenched cunt.

I gasped, then whimpered as his tongue slid between my creamy folds and circled my clit. As he drove me wild by sucking my tender nub, there was a heavenly stretching, filling sensation in my cunt. He found the perfect spot deep inside me to focus his attention while the pressure on my nipples increased and he cleverly worked my clit until my pleasure built to a zenith.

Come for me, sweet thing.

The most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced tore through me, making me writhe in ecstasy, finally freeing me. My rapturous cries filled the room as I convulsed with one blissful jolt after another.

Thank you, my love. I promise to return…soon.

I was still trembling with the aftershocks when I sat up and looked around the room. Again, I couldn’t see anything. I also didn’t feel his presence anymore—only the lingering warm pleasure he’d created that left me practically glowing.

I didn’t know if it was real or just a figment of my wild imagination. But I knew I’d happily be bound to my dream lover for all eternity.

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Adult Product Review: The C-King from Fondlove

I was intrigued and excited to try the product Fondlove offered me. The product description refers to it as a clitoral vibrator, but the name on the packaging is C-King, so that’s what I’m going to use. It looks like a small wand and I thought it might afford several pleasurable possibilities.

The C-King came in some rather impressive packaging. Along with a satin storage pouch, USB charging cable, and instructions, the C-King came in a plastic charging case. There’s a magnetic port at the end of the case that the charging cable attaches to and you can plug the other end into the USB port on your computer. It took a few hours to fully charge.

The C-King is very straightforward and uncomplicated to operate. Sometimes simple is best after all. There is one main button you press and hold for a couple of seconds to turn it on. It’s very quiet, but the initial vibrating speed is pretty powerfully. The C-King only offers a steady vibration, however, there are five different speeds. You can see the C-King in action in the brief demo video I made below. As always, it’s PG-13.

When it came time to try out the C-King, I was in the mood for some sensual porn, mostly featuring creampies, which I find very hot. If you’re curious about what I watched specifically, you can look here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

I know those are a lot of videos, but I was also in the mood for a nice, long masturbation session. You know, one with a slow build-up, then edging over and over again. For those that don’t know, edging is bringing yourself—or someone else—almost to the point of orgasm, then back off just before you/they come.

As a warm-up, I tried the C-King on my nipples. To be honest, my nipples are not particularly sensitive. Sure, playing with them feels good, but even pinching them hard doesn’t produce much sensation down south. To my surprise and pleasure, the C-King not only felt amazing on my nipples, but it also created a sympathetic sensation in my clit. And that was only on the lowest setting.

The C-King was so strong that I didn’t go beyond the second vibrating speed. Actually, it might produce too much focused vibration for some users. When I eventually moved on from my nipples, I didn’t initially use it directly on my clit, because I thought it might be too strong. I circled around my clit and even tried using it vaginally. It really isn’t designed for internal G-spot stimulation, but it did feel very good that way too.

For quite a while, I primarily used it around and on my clit. The vibrations were so strong that I only briefly touched my clit directly—especially since I was edging for a long time. Eventually, I got to the point that I just gave in, and my orgasm was intense and prolonged. I felt that one for a while afterward.

Overall, the Fondlove C-King offered a highly enjoyable experience. I’m giving it a 9 out of 10, because it’s powerful and does exactly what it’s designed to do. However, it might be even better with a few more vibrating options.

Fondlove was kind enough to provide a promo code for 15% off! Just use: EG64I9CH

You can buy your own Fondlove C-King here.

You can explore Fondlove’s other great products here.

And if you’d like to sign up for their sex toy tester program, you can click here.

All the best,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Monday, October 7, 2019

Adult Product Review: The DiGiT from Hot Octopuss

I was thrilled when Hot Octopuss asked me to review their latest toy. It is aptly named the DiGiT, because it’s a finger vibrator. I love their tagline, which is “show bad sex the finger.”

As you can see in the picture below, it slides over your finger—either your index or middle finger, whichever you prefer. While I think many users will enjoy the DiGiT for self-pleasure, it could also be used by a partner to heighten their lover’s pleasure.

The DiGiT is 100% waterproof and is USB rechargeable. It comes with a lovely travel pouch, a charging cable, and an instruction booklet. It only takes a few hours to fully charge and lasts for quite a while. I didn’t test how long it would hold a charge, but I used it for about an hour without any problems.

Its compact size and convenient travel pouch make the DiGiT ideal for carrying in a purse. And if the mood and opportunity strike you, it’s certainly quiet enough to use just about anywhere—as long as it’s legal! I made a brief demo video (PG-13) of the DiGiT in action, which you can watch below.

As the video shows, the DiGiT is extremely quiet. On one side, there is the port for the charging cable and the power button. Once you press and hold the power button for several seconds, the DiGiT comes alive at a steady vibration. Even on the lowest speed, it is quite impressive on those oh-so-sensitive areas.

There are five vibrating modes and five speeds. You can adjust the speed with the two buttons on the other side of the DiGiT. The top button increases the speed and the lower button decreases it. I actually found it easier to experiment with the various functions by not having my fingers in the plastic rings at the base, but your mileage may vary.

The silicone skin on the DiGiT is super soft and has an irresistible feel to it. The DiGiT is also the perfect size and shape for clitoral stimulation. I believe it would be perfect for most body types. While I was playing around with it, I slipped it a little lower to tease the entrance of my vagina. It felt extremely good—so much so that I slide it inside as far as it would go. Although it’s not as effective as other toys for vaginal stimulation, it definitely enhanced my play session. The DiGiT felt amazing against my nipples, too.

When I eventually did come, my orgasm was intense. Instead of taking the DiGiT away immediately, I continued teasing my clit lightly for a little bit, enjoying one delicious aftershock after another.

I usually enjoy some porn while I’m playing with a sex toy, but this time I decided to do something a little different—use my vivid imagination. The story below is a fictionized account of my experience, because I couldn’t exactly write it down as it happened.

His Voice
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

Late one night, I lay in my bed, settling in for some alone time with my new toy. I turned on the buzzing finger and held it in my hand for a moment, getting acquainted with the feel of it. As I trailed it down my neck to my breast, I closed my eyes and thought about the most arousing thing I could conjure…his voice.

Tits, not breasts.

I smiled that he was instructing me even in my imagination and continued down to my nipple.

Get your nipples nice and hard for me, dirty girl.

I circled my wide areola, getting closer and closer to my nipple. The vibrations felt good, but weren’t quite enough. I turned the vibrator up a notch and returned it to my nipple. I hummed as the sensations rippled through my body, my nipples tightening into taut peaks.

I want to suck and bite those fat nipples until you beg for mercy.

Mmmmm, how I missed his smooth rich voice and his dirty words. I gave my other nipple the same treatment while I lightly pinched the one I’d abandoned.

It isn’t enough, is it, greedy girl?

No, I needed more, craved more. I lowered the vibrator to my smoothly shaved sex, just caressing the outside at first, then sliding it between my already slick folds. I didn’t go directly to my clit, although the vibrations were strong enough to feel it there. I went a bit lower and teased the entrance of my cunt. Groaning at the sensation, I held it there for a moment.

Keep going. You know you want to.

Of course, he knew my curiosity would demand I push it into my tight hole to see what it felt like. So, naturally, I did. It was small and only went in a couple of inches, but it felt oh so good.

Bet you wish it was my cock fucking you right now, don’t you?

Fuck, yeah. Even though the vibrator felt incredible, I longed to feel his hard cock stretching and filling me.

Show me what you want, babygirl.

In my mind, I pictured him coming home and finding me sprawled naked on the couch, playing with my new toy. His blue eyes burning, he’d tell me to keep going while he quickly stripped out of his clothes. Then he’d grab me and push me over the arm of the sofa.

“Such a filthy, naughty, wanton little girl,” he’d growl as he filled me with his hard cock.

By now, I’d shifted the vibrator to my clit, circling and circling it. I turned up the vibrations another notch and increased the pressure on my clit as I imagined him fucking me from behind.

I could almost feel the warmth of his body covering mine and hear the litany of dirty talk he rasped in my ear as he claimed me. I especially loved the filthy names he called me. In my fantasy, I still held the vibrator against my clit while he rammed me impossibly deep. The pleasure built hard and fast. I was so close to coming. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait.

Come for me. Show me what a dirty girl you are.

I surrendered to the sensations crashing over me and let the orgasm overtake me. My body convulsed as one jolt of pleasure after another ripped through me. I eased up on my clit but didn’t completely remove the vibrator as I relished the aftershocks.

“Good girl,” I imagined him grunting as he joined me and filled me with his come.

I couldn’t wait until the next time I heard his voice…for real this time.

*     *     *

Needless to say, I had a very enjoyable experience with the DiGiT. Don’t let its compact size fool you. The versatile and powerful DiGiT packs a mind-blowing punch. For that reason, and because it does exactly what it’s designed to do, I’m giving the DiGiT a 10 out of 10.

As luck would have it, I received an extra DiGiT from Hot Octopuss, so I’ll be holding a giveaway in the very near future. Be on the lookout for it—probably sometime in November.

If you don’t want to wait for a chance to win a DiGiT, you can buy your own here.

And for Hot Octopuss's other great products, you can look here.

I don't usually link reviews to the weekly memes, but since this includes a story, I'm linking it to Masturbation Monday. Please click on the badge to read all the other posts!

All the best,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Adult Product Review: Paloqueth Rotating Bunny Vibrator

I was excited when Paloqueth asked me to review another product for them. They let me pick whatever I was interested in from their website and I gave them a list of three possibilities. They generously gave me my first choice, which was a rotating rabbit vibrator with an anal stimulator. They’re calling it the Rotating Bunny Vibrator with Clit Stimulator.

Like the other rotating rabbit I reviewed, this one came in a beautiful box with a lovely storage bag. It also included an instruction booklet and a USB charging cable you can use with your computer. According to the instructions, it is completely waterproof, but I didn’t try it out in the shower or bath. The Rotating Bunny only took a few hours to fully charge and didn’t run out of juice the entire time I was using it, which was about half an hour.

The picture above is a close-up of the Rotating Bunny’s key appendages: the rabbit vibrator and the anal teaser, which resembles anal beads. This might be surprising, but I’ve never used any type of anal sex toy before, so I was curious and eager to try the Rotating Bunny. The little bit of anal play I’ve experienced, I found enjoyable, so I had high hopes.

You can see the Rotating Bunny Vibrator in action in the demo video (PG-13) I made below.

As you can tell in the video, it’s very quiet and easy to operate. While using the Rotating Bunny, I didn’t have an issue managing the controls by touch alone. You can also see that there are seven different vibrating modes that control the rabbit and anal stimulator simultaneously. The rotating shaft has three speeds.

Before trying out the Rotating Bunny, I spent some time warming up while watching some very dirty movies of the anal sex variety. I thought the theme was appropriate considering the toy I planned to use. If you’re curious about what I picked to watch, you can look here, here, and here.

When I was ready to use the Rotating Bunny, I made sure to lube it up very well, especially the anal teaser. It was a bit tricky inserting the rotating shaft and getting the anal teaser and rabbit in place, but I managed it.

Once I had everything situated, I turned it on and started it vibrating on the first setting. It felt incredibly good and I played around with the various modes. After a while, I settled on the third vibrating option, which is the fastest steady vibration. Then I turned on the rotating shaft.

After my first experience with a rotating rabbit, I was expecting fireworks, but didn’t get much of anything. I increased the speed, and increased it again, but still, I wasn’t feeling much vaginally. Perhaps I was too distracted by the vibrations on my clit and in my anus to register the shaft moving. However, I’m pretty sure this vibrator doesn’t rotate as much or as vigorously as the other Paloqueth rotating rabbit I tried. So that feature was rather disappointing.

To be honest, I was so focused on using the Rotating Bunny that I wasn’t paying any attention to the porn. I tried moving the vibrator in and out, but found it better to leave it all the way in and shift it around. After trying various angles, I eventually found the one that gave my G-spot excellent attention. Finally achieving the triple stimulation, it didn’t take long to have a powerful orgasm.

Overall, the Paloqueth Rotating Bunny is a very enjoyable toy and I’m sure with more practice it’ll get better and better. Probably even more so with a second set of hands. So, I’m giving the Rotating Bunny an 8 out of 10, mainly because I think the rotating feature could be more powerful.

If you would like to try the Rotating Bunny or any other product Paloqueth has to offer, they were generous enough to make a special promo code for me. If you enter Ria, you get 15% off your entire order!

Paloqueth’s Website:

All the best,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Saturday, September 28, 2019

Me and My Friend (Smutathon 2019, Masturbation Monday #265, & Wicked Wednesday #383)

I hadn’t intended to write anything for the Wicked Wednesday "Piercing" prompt, because piercings really aren’t my thing. However, I fell down the YouTube rabbit hole—where one video leads to another, and another, etc. I happened upon the Dire Straits song “You and Your Friend” and this dirty idea popped into my head. Yes, I know the title isn’t proper grammar, but I did it intentionally to mimic the song title. Unfortunately, I didn’t get it done in time for last week's Wicked Wednesday, so now it’s an early Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, and Smutathon post.

If you don’t know anything about Smutathon, you can check it out here. It’s for a worthy cause!

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Me and My Friend
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

We were sitting on the sofa, casually chatting, when he came home.

When he entered the living room and saw us, he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked from me, to my new friend, and back again.

Before he could ask, I said, “This is Kitty. We met in yoga class and got to talking.”

Kitty grinned and tossed her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder. “We have so much in common!”

He sat in a chair across from us. “Is that so.”

“While we were talking, I noticed something and asked her to help us out with one of your fantasies.”

His eyebrows rose, but he didn’t say anything.

“Show him, Kitty.”

She stuck out her tongue, proudly displaying her silver barbell tongue piercing.

His eyes widened and a slow smile spread across his face.

I wasn’t into piercings—other than the one set in my ears. However, I knew he was curious about receiving oral from someone with a tongue piercing. Since I didn’t plan on getting one anytime soon, Kitty seemed a reasonable alternative.

She was bisexual and in a committed relationship with a woman, but was allowed flings with men as long as it wasn’t serious. Not only was he curious about the pleasures a piercing could bring, but he also fantasized about me instructing another woman on how to suck his cock. When the idea occurred to me, I talked it over with Kitty and she was eager to play.

I got up and stripped off my yoga pants and sports bra, but left on my panties. “I told Kitty about your amazing cock and how much I love sucking it.”

Kitty followed my lead, stripping down to pink polka dot panties and baring her small perky tits. “Yeah, she promised to teach what you like.”

As I walked over to him, he gave me a pointed look. “Are you sure about this?”

He knew I wasn’t into sharing, but this was something I thought I could live with.

Smiling, I knelt at his feet. “Just this once.”

“Well, if you’re really sure,” he said, pulling off his T-shirt and tossing it aside, “I’m all yours, dirty girl.”

Nibbling on my lower lip, I slid my hands up his legs until I felt his cock beneath the denim. He was firming up quickly and I traced his length, stroking him through his softly worn jeans. I held his gaze, watching the heat build in his eyes and his eyelids getting heavier.

Kitty joined me, kneeling in front of him as I unfastened his jeans and slowly lowered his zipper.

He lifted his hips so we could pull off his jeans and boxer briefs in one go. His cock bobbed out completely hard and ready for action. With his clothes joining ours, he shifted down towards the edge of his seat and spread his legs wide apart.

Seeing him aroused and entirely available to my lascivious intentions never failed to inspire my ever-smoldering desire. An enticing warmth unfurled low in my belly and a needy ache in my sex made me squirm as I knelt before him. His lips curved into a sexy grin as he looked down at me, not missing anything.

Leaning forward, I stroked my fingers up his shaft. “I like to lick the underside, then take the head in my mouth and just lightly suck on it.”

I followed the path of my fingers with my tongue, teasing the thick vein from base to tip. I circled the head before wrapping my lips around it and softly sucking it just like I’d described.

He groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair, clasping a handful while I massaged the sensitive spot beneath the head with the flat of my tongue.

I released him long enough to say, “After that, I take him nice and deep.”

His grip on my hair tightened as I sucked him into my mouth until he nudged the back of my throat. I did it a few more times, loving the taste of him. I wanted to keep sucking while I played with my horny cunt, but that wasn’t the point of this particular scene. This was all about his pleasure.

Reluctantly, I relinquished his cock and he released my hair.

“Go on,” I said, motioning to Kitty. “You give it a try.”

She mimicked what I’d done, but I knew her piercing was having the desired effect by the way his chest heaved. I watched her mouth working as she concentrated her attention on the head of his cock.


“Feel good?”

His burning blue eyes met mine. “Fuck yeah.”

Returning my attention to Kitty, I saw her smiling at me around his cock.

“Now take him all the way in your mouth,” I told her.

She slid her mouth down, but only took about half of him. This had all been prearranged. She knew just what to do.

“No, you have to take him deeper.”

I took hold of her ponytail and urged her to swallow all of him until she made a gagging sound. I let her back up and pushed her back down again, fucking him with her face—again and again.

He moaned. “You’re such a good little fuckwhore.”

I knew the dirty compliment was directed towards me and grinned up at him.

Even though this scene was primarily for his benefit, I found the illicitness of the whole thing surprisingly hot. My panties were sopping wet and my clit throbbed in time with my pounding heartbeat.

Kitty was getting off on it, too. She had her hand down inside her panties, playing with her pussy while she sucked him off.

Heh…Kitty was playing with her pussy.

His loud groan snapped me out of my amusing thought. “I’m going to come any fucking second.”

I gently pulled Kitty’s head back and she released his cock with a wet smacking sound.

His cock was thoroughly coated in saliva and looked painfully hard. I took him in my tight grip and jacked him off hard and fast, the tip of his cock pointed right at Kitty’s face.

Anticipating what was coming, she furiously rubbed her clit. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. I was only holding her ponytail. She was lost in her own pleasure.


The first hard blast of spunk fell across her face and into her hair. She flinched slightly, but was quickly overcome by her own orgasm, crying out in pleasure as several more ropes of come decorated her face.

I released my hold on her hair and leaned forward to lap up the last drops I milked from his cock.

After we took a picture of Kitty’s messy facial for posterity, I helped her clean up and she went home.

Once she left, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bedroom.

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, I’m going to get one of the other little friends you keep in your night table and make you come until you beg for mercy. Then, I’m going to come all over your face. Or tits. Or ass. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

Sounded like a brilliant plan to me.