It’s amazing how life can be catapulted from stagnant to amazing in the blink of an eye with just a few seemingly minor occurrences. A random drop of water leads to a trickle which runs into a widening stream and suddenly the floodgates have opened and I am bathing wholly in my feminine glory to an extent that I haven’t ever been able to explore, and here I sit trying to properly capture the wonder of it all.
Recently my close friend Maxine had mentioned she was going out to the local Kink Club, and I responded I’d be interested in going. That night ended a very long dry spell for both of us as neither of us had scened in years, but we both had a fantastic time and it continued on subsequent evenings that we attended. Around the same time I had started becoming somewhat active again on Fetlife after basically abandoning my profile for years.
It was through Fetlife that I was contacted by an intriguing 31 year old, 6’4 gender fluid body modification artist named J that had recently moved to town and didn’t know anyone in the lifestyle. We started a conversation and I found him to be very respectful and easy to talk to and we made plans to meet for coffee which ended up getting completely waylaid and became a trip shopping for corsets and sex toys with Maxine. When we finally made it back to my home Maxine went home and it was past midnight before I reluctantly kicked J out as I had to work the next day.
During a visit to the kink club I had asked the owner of the club if guys were into being pegged there as that is one of my favorite activities, and she mentioned that there was an upcoming FemDomme night and she could set up a small demo. I said “Great! Count me in!” Apparently I need to pay better attention to how I word things with her as unbeknownst to me I had just agreed to be the presenter of the demo, which I didn’t realize until the day before the event.
Immediately I contacted Maxine and asked her to be my bottom for the demo (she is trans and pegging is an amazing sensation for anyone with a prostate) and as she had been in full blown slut mode from the previous several weeks activities; she readily agreed. I advised her I wanted to use her in an objectification scene – simply meaning that she was to be there as a receptacle for my cock with me not giving any particular concern or attention to whether or not she was getting any pleasure out of the activity. This sort of scenario is particularly appealing to her so I knew it wouldn’t be an issue and we set plans in motion. I then contacted J and advised him of what I’d discovered and let him know if he wanted to be a part of the demo he was more than welcome to join in, as he was attending the club with us for the first time the following evening.
The demo with Maxine went flawlessly. She was wearing a full facial shield and was completely disconnected going into the scene and I bound her to the table face down by leather wrist and ankle cuffs and proceeded to rip a hole through her fishnets and fuck her roughly to multiple silent orgasms while spectators looked on. When I was through with her I released her from the table and hugged her and made sure she was okay, and looked at J to see if he was willing to take her place.
Much to my surprise, he was.
Up until this point he and I had only hugged. He is over a foot taller than I am with long slender legs, is covered in tattoos and has horn implants and a disarmingly gentle and somewhat shy demeanor. He was wearing a tight black body suit and a lace full head mask that covered his entire face aside from his mouth. With J I took a softer approach and had him lay on his back as I started probing him gently with my lubed and gloved fingers; my eyes locked on his through the lace as I was doing so. I filled my shooter full of lube and slid it into him and stroked my cock as I was searching his eyes for signs that he was ready and then slowly started pushing into him. Once I’d gained initial entrance I stayed still and he moved his hips to accommodate me fully and I watched his eyes roll back into his head as his mouth let out a soft moan. We started to move together and I leaned forward and whispered “Hey – I guess this means we’ll be doing this again?” To which he immediately started nodding his head and replied “Oh yeah!”
I pulled him on top of me and had him riding me and for a moment forgot that we were surrounded by an audience. I told him we would continue privately and so we ended the scene without an orgasm but having made a very profound and unexpected connection.
J ended up spending the weekend with me and what started off as completely platonic (aside from the demo) very quickly evolved into something quite unexpected for both of us. I found that this beautiful, gentle creature with the somewhat startling visage harbors one of the kindest and most sensitive hearts I’ve met in a very long time. Time and time again I would catch myself staring deeply into his soft brown eyes and dreading the moment he had to leave. Somehow in spite of the fact that all of this seems crazy on paper; together we are as fluid as water. Somehow, quite by accident my perfect dance partner found me.
His smile is radiant, and genuine. His laugh comes from his belly and his love is free flowing and protective at the same time. He doesn’t want to change a single thing about me and finds my impulsive nature fun and has easily adapted to sudden changes in plans.
Sex between two such open beings creates an endless amount of delicious combinations, and we spend hours upon hours in a naked, heated tangle exploring each other. Previously he had only been able to enjoy certain activities solo and these days has discovered that sensuality shared is immeasurably more pleasurable. For the last several years I’ve been primarily solo and had all but locked much of my own sexuality away so all of this has also been an incredible reawakening for me – between coming back to the lifestyle as well as this new relationship and nurturing it to see exactly where it leads, becoming a stronger Sadist to Maxine and becoming sexually active again, it’s all been extremely heady.
They say good things come to those who wait, and you can’t always get what you want but if you try sometimes…you get what you need. I thought I knew what I wanted and needed. It turns out that perhaps I didn’t have all of the answers after all.
I’m perfectly OK with that.
Musings of the Wicked 