Monday, August 26, 2019

Free to Be (Masturbation Monday #260 & Wicked Wednesday #378)

This story was actually inspired by last week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt. When I saw "authentic," a song from my childhood came to mind almost immediately—"Free to Be…You and Me." After sitting with that for a couple of days, I came up with this idea. Unfortunately, some computer issues got in the way and kept me preoccupied for a few days. As it turns out, I think this story also works with this week’s Wicked Wednesday "Core" prompt too.

The characters in this story might be the same ones from "One Summer Day"—just at a different point in their timeline.

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Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Warning: Contains some rather filthy dirty talk with name-calling and a little Daddy Dom role-playing.

Free To Be…
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

To be honest, I dreaded family gatherings. My relatives could be volatile and putting more than one together for any length of time was a dangerous proposition. If the evening didn't end in a brouhaha and two or more of them not speaking to each other, it was a miracle.

There was my aunt with her thinly veiled snide comments, my overly opinionated uncles, and my father whose sense of humor usually involved ridiculing others. And then there was me, the good girl, the quiet one who tried to avoid the fray. I just stood there with a smile plastered on my face, nodding and making bland comments whenever appropriate, absorbing all the tension in the room until I felt like my head would explode.

A strong hand took hold of my arm and I glanced back to see the only saving grace of the whole evening.

"Come with me."

I let him pull me away without asking any questions, because whatever he had in mind would be a welcome relief. He led me upstairs and into one of the guest bedrooms at the furthest end of the house. After closing and locking the door behind us, he swiftly pushed me down so I was bent over a low dresser.

My forearms braced on the wooden surface, I looked up and found his reflection in the mirror that was only inches from my face. I recognized his steely expression immediately and a shot of adrenaline shot through my veins.

"I couldn’t stand seeing that fake sweet smile a moment longer." He yanked up my skirt and easily tore off my lace tong. "You need to remember who you really are."

Where everything had been drab and lifeless, he ignited a firestorm of dazzling colors. My body responded instantly, fiery need unfurling low in my abdomen.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and slid his hand between my legs. I moaned when his fingers delved between my already moist folds and found my clit.

Leaning over me, he whispered in my ear, "Shhh, we wouldn’t want everyone downstairs to hear what a naughty girl you really are."

The illicit idea was thrilling, but I bit my lip to keep myself quiet as he circled my tender nub, sending delicious sensations reverberating throughout my body. Even though I wasn’t ashamed of who I was or my desires, I really didn’t want to deal with my family’s reaction to it. Besides, I totally got off on secretly being a bad girl. And he knew it.

He abandoned my clit and I whimpered, arching my back to lift my backside higher, silently begging for more. But he eased a finger inside my tight sheath instead. I was so slick his easily moved inside me, massaging my inner walls perfectly. He added another finger, stretching me so wonderfully my legs trembled.

"Open your eyes."

I hadn’t realized I’d closed them until I heard his command. When I opened them, I meet his heated gaze in the mirror.

"There she is." His fingers focused on my G-spot, making me gasp. "My eager little cunt."

I was breathing hard, struggling to stay as silent as possible. The pleasure built quickly, my inner muscles tightening around his fingers. My hips were rocking back into him, always seeking more.

"This is who you really are, isn’t it?"

I nodded.

"You’re not a good girl at all, are you?"

With him driving me crazy with his fingers, I didn’t think I could keep my voice down if I spoke, so I just shook my head.

"Tell me what you are."

The man was the Devil himself. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hip, so I knew he was getting off on making me show my true colors.

"Your filthy fucking slut," I hissed.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "That’s right. And what do you crave?"

I didn’t need to think about it. "Your cock and your come."

He slid his fingers from my cunt and a moan escaped before I could stop it.  Mercifully, I heard the familiar rasp of his zipper, and then he shoved his cock deep inside me without much preamble.

Again, I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out from the intense pleasure.

Still gripping my hair, he tugged my head back. "Look at yourself."

I opened my eyes once more and took in my own reflection. Even in the dim light, I could see my flushed cheeks through my heavy-lidded gaze. I looked every bit the wanton slut I was. Only for him.

He slid almost all the way out of me, then slammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep. “They don’t know how gloriously dirty you can be.”

My gaze shifted, meeting his blue eyes filled with lusty appreciation. For me, all the nasty names and dirty talk weren’t about humiliation. It was about reveling in the hedonism and the thrill I got from shedding my good girl fa├žade. Knowing that he loved bringing out my authentic self only amped up my arousal even more.

He rammed his hips into mine again. "They don’t know you’re Daddy’s dirty little fuck whore. Do they?"

I gasped—not because I was scandalized. Quite the contrary. The fact that he’d go there with my actual father downstairs drove me even more wild. Just to be clear, I never, ever had any sexual thoughts about my father. But my Daddy was a whole different matter altogether. It was one of the many forbidden games we played and we both got off on.

"Tell me." He emphasized the command by pulling on my hair.


"No, what?"

"They don’t know I’m Daddy’s nasty cunt."

Groaning, he gave me another hard thrust. "Mine."


At our core, this was who we were. Around those who wouldn’t understand, we maintained our carefully crafted disguises. But that only made moments like this—when we could be our depraved selves—all the sweeter.

There wasn’t much talking after that—just soft grunts, groans, pants, and moans. He set a brutal but heavenly rhythm, fucking me hard and fast. With every punishing thrust, my hips hit the edge of the dresser and his other hand tightened around my hip. There’d be marks I’d cherish later—along with the sweet ache in my cunt from his thorough possession.

The overwhelming pleasure and exquisite pain mixed and melded, driving me towards orgasm at breakneck speed. All the tension from being around my family completely evaporated—replaced by the building need to come. As I got closer, my cunt clenched repeatedly around his cock, my inner muscles urging him on.

For as long as possible, I held his ardent gaze in the mirror, our heavy breaths fogging the glass. He was everywhere—in me, around me, completely consuming me. And I loved it.

When I felt myself hurtling over the edge, I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the cry I knew I wouldn’t be able to control. As my orgasm tore through me, my body convulsing with pleasure, he released my hair so I collapsed onto the dresser.

Holding both of my hips in his unyielding grip, he gave me a few more fierce thrusts. As he joined me in blessed oblivion, I felt his cock jerking inside me and the warm flush of his come filling my cunt.

With his arms braced alongside mine, we stayed like that for a few precious moments until our breathing calmed. I was a boneless mass, entirely at ease for the first time all evening.

Eventually, he got up, eased out of me, and tucked himself back inside his pants.

Missing the intimate connection, I reluctantly pushed myself upright. As I took in my reflection in the mirror, I tried to fix the mess he’d made of my hair, but it was hopeless. I looked thoroughly fucked and I couldn’t help grinning.

He grinned back at me. "Now, we're going back down there." He tugged down my skirt and smacked my ass. "While my come is still dripping down your thighs, we'll say our goodbyes, then get in the car and go."

"To where?" It didn't really matter, but I was still curious.

"Wherever we’re free to be you and me."

Sounded like paradise.

Friday, August 16, 2019

One Summer Day (Kink of the Week)

After contemplating the Kink of the Week "Summer" prompt for a while, I came up with this idea over the weekend. I wasn't quite sure how I wanted to execute it, though, so it took a little longer to write than I would have liked. There is a slow build and it's a little long, but hopefully hot.

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Ria ;)
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Warning: involves come play and dirty talk with name calling.

One Summer Day
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

How can anyone have a summer fetish? It wasn't the season itself that got me all hot and bothered. It was what I associated with the warm weather, long days, blinding sunshine, and endless blue skies. It was him.

One summer day, I was walking down the sidewalk and there he was. On a street lined with quaint brick storefronts, he sat in a lone Adirondack chair outside a coffee shop. I'm not sure what initially made me look his way. Maybe it was the sunlight glinting off his golden-brown hair.

He was an attractive, but unassuming, guy in jeans and a faded T-shirt. His head was tilted down as he focused on fixing his drink—presumably coffee. Without realizing it initially, I veered towards him, then consciously decided to cross the street to get a better look.

I'd only meant to walk by him—slowly—but as I got closer, he looked up at me. Dazzling blue met beguiled green, and I did something normally unthinkable to introverted me. I made a bold first move.

I gave him what I was sure was an awkward smile. "Is this place any good?" I shrugged. "I'm new around here."

Okay, it wasn't smooth, but it was true. Since I'd never been away from home for any length of time, the university had recommended a summer term to ease myself into college life. I'd been doing summer school for years to get ahead academically, and I didn't have any other plans, so I started college a couple of weeks after graduating from high school.

Thankfully, he smiled back. "Yeah. Nothing fancy, but solid."

Up close, I saw he was older than me—maybe in his mid to late twenties. He was also wearing an old Ramones T-shirt. I wasn't sure which I found more intriguing.

"Cool." I nodded towards the sandwich board beside him. "I think I'll try the special. An iced coffee sounds refreshing."

If I was honest, my internal temperature was more of an issue, and no cold beverage was going to quell that—not while I was around him. A wildfire of need unlike anything I'd ever experienced before flared to life low in my abdomen, getting hotter by the second. It was already melting my brain and turning my good sense to cinders.

As I turned to go before I made a bigger idiot out of myself, he said, "It is pretty hot out here. Mind if I join you inside?"

My heart rate sped up triple-time. "That sounds greats."

While I got my drink, he found us a table by the front window. When I joined him, we made our introductions and exchanged some polite small-talk.

"If I'd been thinking clearly, I would've ordered an iced coffee, too." His expression was wry. "But I was up too late working on a song."

Then I really was a goner. I always had a thing for musicians. Without thinking about it, I pushed my drink towards him. "You can have some of mine, if you want."



"Thanks." I took much more satisfaction than I probably should have from watching him sip from the straw I'd just been using. "Mmmm, that is good."

Hearing him moan with pleasure made me shift in my seat, my arousal building hard and fast.

His gaze fell on the small shopping bag I'd set on the table. "What's in the bag?"

My heartbeat stuttered for a completely different reason. "Oh…ah…just a couple of books."

A slow smile spread across his face. "What kind of books?"

I wish I could say the iced coffee had frozen my brain. But the truth was that I was horrible at coming up with reasonable lies when put on the spot. So, in a rush, I explained, "My mom got this Anne Rice book. I don't know why, because she never read it. I thought it looked interesting, so I commandeered it. I got hooked and started reading every Anne Rice book I could get my hands on. In the campus bookstore, of all places, I found a book she wrote under a pen name."

"What is it about?"

I probably turned every shade of red. "It's…ah…"

He leaned forward and looked at me with his earnest blue eyes. "You can tell me. No judgement, I promise."

I believed him, so I took a chance. "It's a retelling of the Sleeping Beauty story, only…"

"Only what?"

I looked around to make sure no one was within hearing range, then said in a hushed voice, "Erotic."


He didn't look horrified or lecherous—only intrigued—so I elaborated. "Yeah. Prince Charming wakes her up by taking her virginity, then makes her his sex slave."

"Wow. I think I'd like to read that."

"I can lone you mine, if you like," I blurted out impulsively.

He seemed lost in thought, then looked down at the bag on the table. "Wait, you said books—as in more than one."

"It's a trilogy. They only had the first book at the campus bookstore. A friend told me about a bookstore in the Commons, so I went there to see if they had the other two. They did."

Of course, this was before e-books and the Internet made it so much easier to indulge in prurient interests. And less embarrassing.

A decidedly wicked gleam filled his eyes. "Did it turn you on?"

I don't know what possessed me, but once again, I confessed my illicit secret. "Oh yes."

"Do you play with yourself while reading it?"

My heart hammered in my chest, but in for a penny… "Yes."

"I'd love to watch that."

Entranced by his burning blue gaze, I really wanted to show him what a dirty girl I could be. Right then. But I didn't. Not that day. However, I did meet up with him the following day to loan him the book. Over that summer, we spent a lot of time together—as much as we could between my classes and schoolwork, and his day job and gigs.

I remember this one day in his tiny apartment. We were sprawled out naked on a mattress with no box spring, frame, or headboard. It was just on the hardwood floor up against an exposed-brick wall. There was no air conditioning, only a box fan in the window. It was warm, but not uncomfortably so.

Lying side by side, we were pleasantly slick and languorous, our breathing slow and even. I noticed the condom he'd discarded towards the end of the bed. On impulse, I reached down, grabbed it, and lay back contemplating it.

I looked over to see him watching me with a faint smile playing on his lips. "Whatcha doin'?"

Shrugging, I turned my attention back to the used condom. "Just curious."

I'd never actually handled a condom before. It was a summer of firsts. The latex was tacky and filled with a good bit of still-warm come. Turning it upside-down, I let all the pearly white spunk drip onto my stomach, then tossed the condom aside. I trailed my fingers through the puddle and felt the thick texture between my thumb and index finger.

Bringing my messy finger up to my nose, I smelled the slightly acrid, but not entirely unappealing, scent. I only hesitated a moment before I put my finger in my mouth. His salty-sweet taste was surprisingly enjoyable.

I smiled at him. "You taste good."

"That was fucking hot." His voice was husky and his eyes were heavy-lidded. When I looked down, I saw he was getting hard again.

I loved turning him on. There seemed to be a symbiotic relationship between his arousal and my own. My banked desire flared back to life and renewed excitement surged through my veins. The familiar needy ache between my legs urged me to go further, to be naughtier, to revel in the hedonism. For him. And me.

Certain he was watching my every move, I dragged my finger through his come, painting it up over my breast and around my nipple. "I like wearing your come."

"Do you?"

Pinching my nipple, I moaned at the sensations rippling through my body. "It makes me feel like such a dirty girl."

He already knew I was a long-suffering good girl and that I got a thrill out of doing supposedly naughty things.

"You are a dirty girl." He groaned as I smeared his come all over my other nipple. "A very dirty girl."

That he appreciated and admired my secretly deviant ways made me even hotter. It was an accelerant on my raging lust.

"What if I said I wanted to be your filthy little come slut?" Just saying it made my inner muscles tighten wonderfully and a fresh wave of cream flood my cunt.

His nostrils flared and his gaze became steely. "I'd say I want to fuck your tits."

I hadn't really considered that possibility before, but I immediately knew I wanted to try it. I wanted to do so many things with him. "Okay."

"Beg me."

I thought I was going to go up in flames. "Please, fuck my slut tits."

He didn't waste any time straddling my chest. Our skin was still lightly coated in perspiration, but he used the rest of his come to make a slick path between my tits. When he situated his hard, hot length along my breast bone, I saw that he was already drooling pre-come.

Totally fascinated, I watched as he pressed my tits together, making a nice, tight sheath around his cock. He pulled his hips back, then rocked forward. It must have felt good, because he moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. He did it again and again, progressively fucking my tits faster and harder.

Much to my erotic delight, everything about it appealed to me—his dominant position, the feel of his body over mine, the sensation of his cock moving between my tits, and the way he was using me for his own pleasure. It wasn't a completely selfish act, though. He shifted his hold on my breasts so he could squeeze my nipples while he fucked my tits.

As he gradually tightened his grip on them, the pleasure-pain ripped through my body, increasing the ache in my cunt. I realized I was sliding my thighs against each other, desperately trying to create some much-needed friction. It wasn't really helping, so I focused on making him come.

Lifting my head, I licked, kissed, and sucked the head of his cock every time it emerged from my cleavage.

He groaned. "You're such an eager little cock whore."

I totally got off on the dirty talk and filthy names. Humming with pleasure, I redoubled my efforts, tightly gripping his clenching ass cheeks while he carried on a nasty litany. His fucking motion increased so much his balls where slapping the underside of my breasts.

"Fuck!" With a few final thrusts, he shot several thick ropes of come all over my chest, neck, and the underside of my chin.

Panting, he released my tits and looked down at me with a very satisfied expression. "Now you really are my filthy little come slut."

"Mmmm, yes." I rubbed his spunk all over my upper chest and tits.

Grinning at me, he slid down my body until he was kneeling between my legs. "Let's see how good you taste."

So many years later, remembering the feel of his clever tongue on my clit, and the way he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of me, made my cunt demand immediate attention.

Leaning in the doorway, I listened to him play an enticing melody on his guitar and admired the way the sunbeams highlighted his now silver hair. Not wanting to disturb him, I pressed my thighs together to relieve some of my neediness.

As usually, he sensed my presence anyway and looked up. My lust must have been written all over my face, because he stopped playing and a knowing smile spread across his handsome face. "I know what you're thinking."

"Do you?"

"It's the first day of summer."

"Yes, it is."

"My dirty girl wants to play."

I grinned. "You'll have to catch me first."

The chase didn't last long before I surrendered and let him have his wicked way with me, because…

One summer day, good fortune smiled on me and led me to the man of my dreams—in every season.

Friday, August 9, 2019

We Can (Friday Flash #62)

I wasn't sure what to do with F. Leonora's "Modern-day Mona Lisa" prompt, but then this idea came to me. Admittedly, it's a bit of an experiment that I'm not sure works. But that's the great thing about Friday Flash: you can try things you might not have otherwise. The random rhyming was an effort to make it more than just a list and give it a little rhythm and flow—it's not really meant to be a poem. Although it probably doesn't count as a complete story, I'm sure there is one if you read between the lines.

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We Can
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

We can make all our wildest dreams come true. I never knew what those were until I met you.

We can both forgive until we get it right. I'm not an angel; I've fallen from grace, but in my head all I see is your face.

We can revel in this giant, crazy love and start again. Learning as we go, the time and miles weren't wasted trails.

We can explore hidden paths few lovers ever discover or boldly travel. Many won't understand our desires, but they don't need to see. It's just between you and me.

We can stop running and overcome our demons. The winding trail has sometimes been rough and sometimes gold, but I'd only follow it with your hand to hold.

We can meet where the water is sweet and there's no more suffering. I've had my share of sadness and pain, but when I'm with you there's only good days and no rain.

We can sit by the river, whispering all our secrets in the twilight. With you, my illicit thoughts are never forbidden or hidden.

We can be who we are for our mutual pleasure. For you alone, I'll be your willing whore and beg for more.

We can always find each other in time. Over mountains, through deserts, or across the sea, the journey will always lead to you and me.

We can laugh like we're up to no good. Night or day, it's with you I want to play.

We can walk barefoot through a secret garden, our own private Eden. Joyous and free, we'll sing songs only we can hear, whether far or near.

We can lie together and forget the world. Beneath a blood red moon, the earthly expression of our mystical bond can never arrive too soon.

We can get lost on blue highways, going wherever the summer wind takes us. With you accompanying me, the sun's always shining and I'm always smiling.

We can celebrate our passion, our bodies moving together in a timeless dance. Under a sea of stars, your tender touch will be the potion for my scars.

We can open our hearts. Though I've shed tears, I'd do it all again despite my fears.

We can be gloriously filthy while I savor being your dirty girl. Basking in the afterglow, I'll paint your come on my skin, relishing our rapturous sin.

We can find sweet salvation in each other. Even though I didn't hear your call, I chased down that spark and found my long-lost friend after all.

We can go back there without a wishing well. I'll be here waiting for you, always faithful and true.

We can come to a middle road. Maybe everything I want to know is in your eyes, but you need to promise me no more sad goodbyes.

We can enjoy the low road too. A million fireflies can't compare to my flame for you.

We can do it all if we just believe. I do…and so should you.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Slow Ride (Masturbation Monday #257 & Wicked Wednesday #375)

When I saw the wonderful Masturbation Monday prompt, I knew I wanted to write a story for it. I'd just written a story about a very naughty walk-up call in "Talking in Your Sleep," so I wanted to do something different. I came up with this scenario, partially inspired by the Foghat song "Slow Ride."

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Ria ;)
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Warning: Some really filthy dirty talk with name calling.


Slow Ride
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

"Are you going to tell me what you're up to?"

I really was awful at hiding my giddy excitement when I was scheming something naughty. I'd had trouble sitting still through the show I'd wanted to see. He had to put his hand on my leg to make me settle, but that just added fuel to the fire.

Grinning, I took his hand and led him out of the theatre. We'd come to the city for the weekend for a mini retreat from our ordinary lives. I'd planned a special surprise to start things off with a bang.

A limo waited at the curb and I stopped in front of it. When I looked up, I wasn't surprised to see his furrowed brow. I knew he'd be confused, because this wasn't something we normally did. Actually, I'd never been in a limo before. I didn't particularly care about the extravagance of the whole thing. I was more interested in the wicked possibilities it afforded.

His eyebrows rose when the driver got out and opened the door for us. She was a petite blonde in a very short skirt and a matching jacket with a plunging neckline. Cleary, she didn't have anything on beneath the jacket, so it barely concealed her tits. It definitely wasn't standard chauffeur attire.

I smiled when he turned his questioning gaze to me. "This is my new friend Lori. She's going to take us on a ride around the city."

The corner of his mouth curved up. "Is that so."

"Oh yes, a slow ride."

He slapped my ass. "Then get in, naughty girl."

Only too happy to oblige, I got in and he followed, sitting beside me—right where I wanted him.

Soon we were on our way with Lori easily maneuvering through evening traffic. Since the partition was down, I made eye contact with her in the rearview mirror. "How about some music."

She smiled and nodded.

As something with a sultry beat filled car, I sidled up against him and placed my hand on his thigh.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, then leaned down to speak quietly in my ear. "So this is what had you all worked up? A limo ride?"

"No, I was anticipating what I'd do during the ride." I slid my hand up his leg to find him already firming up irresistibly. "And your reaction."

He looked towards Lori as I stroked him through his slacks. "Shouldn't we close the divider?"

Meeting Lori's gaze in the rearview mirror again, we shared a conspiratorial smile. "No, she likes to watch."

Turning back to him, I saw him smirking down at me. "I think I see where this is going?"

"Do you?" I unfastened his slacks and slowly slid down the zipper.

His lips grazed my ear. "My little exhibitionist wants to put on a show."

Reaching inside his pants and boxer briefs, I freed his mostly hard cock. "Mmmm, yes."

"Was that what all the squirming around was about at the theatre? You were getting wet?"

"Fuck yeah." With my hand wrapped around his cock, I stroked him from base to tip, loving the feel of him hardening even more in my grip.

"Show me," he hissed.

Reluctantly, I released his cock to push up the hem of my form-fitting dress until it was around my waist, revealing that I wasn't wearing panties. I leaned back and spread my legs wide apart, draping one leg over his so I could stay close to him.

As he watched with lust-filled eyes, I trailed my fingers over my shaved pussy. Even in the dim light, the glistening wetness clinging to my cunt lips was clearly visible. Delving between my folds, I coated my fingers in my slickness and showed them to him.

He took hold of my wrist, brought my messy fingers to his lips, and sucked them into his mouth. Humming with obvious pleasure, he licked my fingers clean, then lightly nipped my fingertips with his teeth.

I sucked in a breath at the sensation. My inner muscles tightened deliciously and a fresh wave of juices flooded my cunt. When he released my hand, I gathered up more cunt cream, making my hand nice and slick. Then I took his cock in my slippery grip and moved my hand up and down his shaft in long strokes.

His breathing quickened and his eyes closed as he relished my touch, but I wanted to turn him on even more.

"Maybe I should show Lori how you like your cock sucked?"

His eyelids snapped open and heated blue eyes burned through me.

"Or we could take turns sucking you off."

He groaned.

"Would you like two eager little sluts kneeling between your legs? Two tongues licking up your shaft. One of us sucking your cock while the other uses her mouth on your balls."


I felt a stream of pre-come run down his shaft as I stroked him faster. "I know what you'd really like."

He gripped a handful of my hair and tugged it gently. "Tell me."

"You'd love it if I took hold of her hair—just like you have mine—then fucked her mouth on your cock. If I made her gag and slobber all over your big hard dick."

A low masculine sound rumbled up from deep in his chest. "You're such a nasty little cunt."

"Then I'd jack you off until you shot your thick load all over her face."

That snapped his iron control. Lightening fast, he grabbed me and hauled me over him so I straddled his lap. His hand in my hair again, he pulled me down and claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss. I rubbed my horny sex along his shaft as we thoroughly explored each other's mouths.

We were so lost in each other that neither of us noticed that Lori had pulled into the garage beside our hotel and parked the limo—or that she got out. It wasn't until she opened the back door and slid in with us that he pulled back and looked at her.

"Is she joining us?"

He sounded a little too enthused by the idea for my liking, so I gently sunk my teeth into his earlobe. "No, she's going to watch us while she finger-fucks herself."

Did you think I was working up to a threesome? Maybe some girl on girl action? That really wasn't my thing, but I wasn't opposed to playing with the idea—bend my own rules a little for his pleasure.

Shifting back a little, I looked at him. "You can look, but not touch."

A slow smile spread across his face. "That's fair."

Still rocking my hips against him, I sucked in a breath when the head of his cock grazed my swollen clit. "I might be okay with you coming on her tits. After you fuck me. Hard."

He groaned again. "You're such a filthy fucking cock whore."

The dirty talk and filthy names made me even hotter. "Your only filthy fucking cock whore."

"You know it."

He reached down and guided his cock to my drenched hole. We both moaned as he pushed deep inside me, stretching my tight snatch sublimely. He shifted his hands to my hips and guided me to move up and down, riding his cock in time with the music pulsing through the limo.

I heard a whimper and looked over my shoulder. Lori was sprawled out on the seat opposite us. Her skirt was pushed to her hips and her hand was between her legs, her fingers furiously circling her clit. Unlike me, she had a narrow strip of dark blonde hair on her pussy.

She also had her jacket open and her free hand was tormenting one of her nipples. I wasn't into women, but even I had to admit that it was a hot scene. It was especially thrilling that she was getting off to us fucking.

Facing him again, I saw that he was also watching her. "She has great tits, doesn't she?"

"Mmmm, very perky." He looked back at me. "But not as big as yours."

Taking the hint, I lowed the straps on my dress and pushed it down, freeing my tits.

"Fuck yeah." He shifted his hands to me ass cheeks and urged me to a faster rhythm. As I bobbed up and down up his cock, his gaze shifted back and forth from my bouncing tits to Lori pleasuring herself.

The rippling sensations of him moving inside—and the illicitness of the whole scene—drove me closer and closer to orgasm. "When you cover her tits in your spunk, maybe I should lick it all up like a good little come slut."

His hand came down hard on my ass cheek. "Nasty fucking cunt."

The stinging smack combined with the deviant delight I got from the filthy name-calling made my inner muscles clench hard around his thrusting cock. My chest heaving, I was a breath away from coming.

"Or maybe you'd rather fill me up with your come, then watch her eat me out."

"Fuck!" His other hand slapped my opposite cheek and he bit my shoulder.

The pleasure and pain pushed me over the edge, a powerful orgasm tearing through me until I was a shuddering mass sagging against him. Tightly gripping my ass, he thrust into me a few more times, grunting as he shot his hot come inside me. I was faintly aware of Lori's struggled cry as she also climaxed.

After a while, he kissed the side of my head. "Say goodbye to Lori. I have a surprise of my own waiting up in our room."

My curiosity went into overdrive, creating renewed energy surging through my veins. "What?"

He flashed a wicked grin. "You'll have to wait and see."

It was a very slow ride in the elevator up to our room, but the heavenly sensation of his come trickling down my thighs made it bearable.

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Adult Product Review: Fondlove Finger/Tongue Vibrator

When Fondlove offered me a product to review, they sent a picture in an email with a link to the product. Just from the picture, I was intrigued. The toy was different from other products I've reviewed and it piqued my curiosity.

Before I read the product description, I thought the toy might be designed for tentacle erotica enthusiasts, because that's what it looked like to me. What can I say, my mind sometimes goes to strange places. However, Fondlove is calling it the Finger/Tongue G-spot Vibrator. This toy is apparently designed to simulate the motion of a finger or tongue. You can see it in action in the short demo video (PG-13) I made below.

As you can see in the video, the Fondlove Finger/Tongue G-spot Vibrator is compact and pretty quiet. It came with a USB charging cable that you can plug into your computer. Mine was fully charged in a few hours. I used it for about a half an hour and it never lost power.

The Finger/Tongue didn't come with a user's manual, but it was fairly easy to figure out how to operate it. There are only two buttons and they were simple to negotiate by touch alone. According to the product information on Amazon, there are ten vibrating modes and five finger motions. It's also 100% waterproof and has a warming feature.

Like always, I watched porn while testing the Finger/Tongue. For the record, tentacle erotica/porn usually doesn't do anything for me. However, if it is your thing and you'd like to imagine the Finger/Tongue is a tentacle, I'd recommend reading Nicci Haydon's "Devil's Fingers" series, which is free on her blog. Even though it's not my kink, I found it very hot. If you're like me and prefer to watch porn instead of reading while using a sex toy, here are some tentacle porn videos.

Personally, I enjoyed some messy cumshot videos—like those here and here—while trying out the Finger/Tongue. I especially liked this, this, this, and this.

Unlike other toys I've reviewed, I used the Finger/Tongue to warm up. In the product image, it showed the toy being used on nipples, so I tried that out. I've never used a vibrator on my nipples before, but the Finger/Tongue produced some wonderful sensations—from both the vibrations and the flicking motion.

After a while, I moved on and used it on my clit, which was even better. I actually felt like I was going to come too quickly, so I tried it vaginally to see if I could come just from using it on my G-spot. It felt extremely good, but it took some time experimenting with depth, angle, and the various vibrating mode to get close to orgasm.

Try as I might, I couldn't quite push myself over the edge, so I reverted to using it on my clit. That was how I finally came. For me, the Finger/Tongue was excellent for clitoral stimulation. Others might have more success with it as a G-spot stimulator. It may have been my inexperience with G-spot vibrators that hampered me—although it still felt amazing.

Overall, I'm giving the Fondlove Finger/Tongue G-spot Vibrator an 8 out of 10, because it is a versatile, powerful, and compact sex toy. Below is a buy link and promo code for 15% off the Finger/Tongue.

Amazon Buy Link:

Promotional Code: 9YXHJ38K

Fondlove Website:

All the best,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo