Is That a Thing? – Genital Piercings

Okay, I have a thing for piercings. Not on myself, I probably wouldn’t get any after some bad experiences in my youth. But I love piercings on others. I like how they look, how they feel. For example, I don’t like kissing that much, but add a lip and/or tongue piercing and I could basically squirt from just kissing. I guess fetishes are fetishes and some of them just can’t be explained.

So, there is this guy in the scene whom I’ve seen many times now. He tends to stick with his partners and doesn’t really socialize. But recently, he became more active and I got to know him a bit. He is anything but shy about his bodies and he happens to have genital piercings. So at the kinky party on the Valentine’s day, he was hanging out with his partners and invited me and my friend to see his piercings. And being curious little pervs that we were, we accepted the invitation. He is a good-looking guy but not really my type, but his cock, now that’s a beautiful looking cock. And what made it even more beautiful in my eyes was the sizeable ring piercing on the tip of his cock. He got about half a dozen more on his testicles. They were soooo pretty. My friend and I ooh’d aaah’d at the piercings for a moment till I asked his partners how the ring feel inside of the vagina, and he chuckled and asked ‘Wanna try?’ It would have been a lame pick-up line that shouldn’t have worked in a million years… unless you use it on a couple of girls who are both into piercings. We decided that we have to give it a go, FOR SCIENCE!

I got to see it in action first, and judging by my friend’s reaction to the cock, the rings seem to be equally pretty and functional. And before I got to try it in my vagina, I first got to see whether I feel it in my mouth. Even through a condom, I could feel the ring poking the back of my throat, making me gag very easily. And for someone who loves to gag, it was pretty hot. I was already quite turned on by all of it and I didn’t need any foreplay. His cock went inside of me without any friction, and for a solid minute or two, my jaw was dropped from the sheer surprise and shock that I think I could actually feel the ring through the condom. There are no words to explain how erotic it felt, it felt like kissing with a tongue ring except there was a cock in my pussy. XD

After the initial disbelief of the whole situation, I realized why it felt so darn good. Cos with every single thrust he was hitting my A-spot and that’s rare from a doggy style when he wasn’t being that rough. For those who aren’t familiar with the A-spot, it’s like the G-spot except it is quite far in, pretty close to the cervix. Some girls don’t like their cervix being poked with the cock, but I happened to love it. A-spot is my favorite spot in my genitals and A-spot orgasms are also very intense and different. His cock was also pretty long, about 18 cm I think, but my vagina is also 18 cm until it hits the cervix. So in theory, he should occasionally hit my A-spot provided he thrusts hard enough. But I swear, because of the ring, he hits that spot every time. It was literally driving me crazy it felt so good. And then those rings on his balls. From behind, they slammed against my labia and clit with every movement. It was pure ecstasy and instead of orgasming once or twice, the pleasure level stayed extremely high with occasional peaks. So if a regular clitoral orgasm is pleasure level 6/10, this whole experience from the first thrust till the last was solid 8/10 with occasional 9/10. Only anal orgasms have been more intense than this was.

In retrospect, this was quite remarkable. Cos I wasn’t that attracted to him, but I’m definitely in love with his cock and the rings. And I usually don’t orgasm on the first time I have sex with someone, and definitely not from vaginal sex only. Without the rings, it would have definitely been vanilla, but with those rings, it became my piercing fetish come true. Ten out of ten, would do it again. 😛

Is That A Thing? – Scent

Few months ago I wrote about one of my not so pleasant sexadventures in a post, where I also mentioned about the importance of scents are to me. I guess it had something to do with my primal side, actually I’ve always been very sensitive to scent. But only lately I’ve put more attention to it and I guess finally decide to trust it more. And when I talk about the scent, I mean everyone’s natural scent. Some have it strong, some weaker, like Asians mostly have a very weak natural scent. Sometimes I don’t have an opinion of their scent, sometimes I could hardly stand it and those people I would end up disliking. And going back in time thinking about all those I’ve had brilliant sexual chemistry with and the sex had been very good, I adored all of their scents.

The first that come to mind is my second Dom Sir Sade. His natural scent is very very strong, and it was absolutely intoxicating. It was musky and his whole apartment would smell like him and it would drive me crazy. My last Dom Atticus also had a scent that I loved. His is sweet, slightly smoky, and somehow comforting. Like a vanilla cigar.

But then I met Elio and his scent is also very strong but in a more subtle way. Not everyone can smell it. And I found out that his base scent is my favorite. I seem to be attracted to people who looks a lot like Elio appearance-wise – tall and slim. And peculiarly they all have the same kind of base scent. It’s the smell of skin when it had been under the sun for a while. The smell of sunlight. And then everyone would have an additional scent to that. Except Elio is all sunlight. 😀 I’ve had a short thing with a guy who smells like sunlight and sea salt.

And then Oliver. I really love his scent too. It’s sunlight and something incredibly sweet, I can’t put my finger on it. Something warm and sweet, salty caramel maybe? I like to tease him that he smells like what I imagine babies’ heads smell like. XD I first caught it full force was when I entered his car the first time. I thought he was using some car scent that’s surprisingly pleasant. It took me a while to realize that it’s actually his own scent. And it is pretty unique too, and very easily separated from others. And even his sweat smells the same, just stronger and has a salty undertone. And because of his nature, sweet and warm, I’ve come to associate his scent with safety and comfort, it would also calm me down. That’s why I’ve even asked him whether he would like to be present whenever I meet someone I would like to be tied up by. I am incredibly nervous about being tied up by someone else but him, but I think if I am at least able to smell him, I would not panic or feel uncomfortable.

On the flip side, if I can’t stand the scent of someone, I would end up strongly disliking them. I can think of two girls I’ve met in the kinky community. Both have a very sweet scent, like too sweet, like fruit that is too ripe. But since I try to be friendly, I would sometimes end up hugging them hello at events. And then for the rest of the night, I would smell them on me until I go home to wash my whole body and hair and all of my clothes. Their scents would sometimes give me a headache too.

I also have strong flashbacks of memories from certain scents. Like the part of the city I live in, it sometimes would smell like my hometown in China, and it would bring back memories from my childhood and I can almost feel it in my bones. Scents play a big part in my memory bank.

So why is one’s scent so important to me? I don’t exactly have an answer. I just know that I’ve never had mind-blowing sex with anyone whose scent I don’t love. And recently, especially after the last bad sexperience, I really should learn to trust my instincts more and trust the scent. At least for now, it had never led me astray. I do believe it has something to do with physical compatibility. Might also be pheromones. Oh! And also, their sperm tastes better, those with great scents. 😀

I’m actually pretty eager to meet new people now that I’m completely aware of the importance of natural scents. I would definitely rely on it more to do some of the judgment. And let’s see if it actually works! Whether good scent really equals good sex. 😀 I’ll let you guys know when I’ve collected more data. Until then, stay kinky! 😉

Is That A Thing? – Rubber Gloves

Sometimes I can pinpoint the moment that something becomes a thing for me, like water bondage from last week. Then there are some things that slowly creep up on me, like rubber gloves. I use latex and nitrile gloves a lot myself when I’m cooking and dealing with meat, fish, food with strong odors like garlic or colored veggies like beets. It’s just easier to not have to wash my hands all the time. Slowly I started to realize how pleasant they feel on my skin. It was a surprise for me because I shouldn’t like rubber in that form. I have a balloon phobia. I know, sounds funny, but it really isn’t for me. I can’t stand how they look, how they sound when hands rub them, how they smell like. I strongly dislike how some rubber dildos or latex kink wear smell like too. I also don’t like how shiny latex suits feel like on my skin. But rubber gloves that are made for cooking or those that doctors use, they don’t smell or feel the same.

Funny enough, I have never touched myself with rubber gloves on. Well, mainly cos I don’t do much to myself for pleasuring purposes, they always feel less. A vibrator is the only exception. And this is definitely not a high priority fetish to try on, so I always just kinda forget about it. Even though I was pretty sure I have a thing for them.

So it was a complete coincident that a few weeks ago, Oliver used a giant box of black nitrile gloves as one of the lures to make me go to his place to play and they actually got me really excited because finally, I get to try them. I’m a big fan of his fingers, especially when they are in my pussy. What I didn’t expect at all was how strongly my body reacted. Those gloves felt fucking amazing in my nether regions.

I’m not exactly a hard case to crack when it comes to getting me wet, especially when it is with someone that I feel sexual attraction towards then nothing much needed to be done. However, I’m not exactly wetness down my thigh kind of person unless something bigger gestured things are being done, like spanking. I do get wet very easily inside my pussy, sometimes just the scent of the person I like is enough. So when it comes to fingering, I prefer using spit or lube to make the entrance smoother. The part I didn’t expect with gloves? I don’t need lubrication at all. When I feel the rubber glove going towards my entrance, and I would panic just a bit cos jamming dry rubber gloves in my pussy doesn’t exactly sound pleasant. And it is almost embarrassing how unexpectedly wet I always get with a gloved hand touching me. Funny enough, I don’t get the same reaction with condoms. Maybe cos a bare cock simple feels so much better. But a gloved hand feels far better, with rubber protecting my sensitive flesh from nails and sharp hardened skin. The gloves just let me relax when the fingering gets extra intense. And it is also very convenient to change holes to finger without needing to wash hands in between.

After the first time, I really don’t know whether I can live without rubber gloves when it comes to fingering. I never knew I needed them, and now I can’t live without them. My body started to respond to them almost instantly. Just hearing Oliver putting the gloves on would get my juices flowing. Last time when we played, he dragged his gloved hand across my back down towards my pussy and I shivered from pleasure. I like how they feel all over my body, not just in my pussy or ass. He also has black ones and they look sexy as all hell. I am glad that he likes them almost as much as I do. Now I should just get different sizes and colors so that I can make everyone I play with to use them. 😀

Is That A Thing? – Water Bondage

I once saw a video about a girl being fucked from behind in the bathroom while her head was being pushed under water in a tub. It was one of the hottest videos I’ve ever seen and ever since then I’ve always wanted to try it. I love all kinds of breath play. Something about me being rendered not able to breathe just turns me on immensely. From choking to blocking my mouth and nose with hand, I like all types. Being pushed under water was the next step. I’ve suggested to a few people before and none of them really got excited about the idea. I have no idea why wouldn’t drowning and fucking at the same time sound appealing to everyone? XD

When I initially presented this longtime fantasy of mine to Oliver, he didn’t seem be a fan of it. But then we saw a beautiful picture of a girl being submerged in a big see-through box filled with water and then he said he wanted to do it. What I didn’t expect was how fast he would just happen upon a big see-through box and last week he sent me a pic of the box in the evening and invited me to have a little spa trip at his place. I didn’t dare to have expectations, cos fantasies don’t always align with reality but let’s just say it was way hotter than I could ever imagine…

I arrived at his place, talked pleasantries, drank a beer and discussed how we were going to go about it. I requested being tied up, it kinda made more sense to me. I also requested the box be filled with cold water, because I can hold my breath better in cold water. In retrospect, it was pretty odd that we actually didn’t discuss any safety measures, I don’t think we ever did. He still jokes around that I never told him what the safe word was. Safewords had never even crossed my mind when I’m playing with him, cos he has always been very caring. Although it would be weird not to discuss safety measures when it comes to water bondage with literally anyone else, with Oliver it felt natural. I trust him fully.

He bound my hands behind my back and made a little harness around my upper body with a sturdy handle in the back. It is one of my favorite bondage design, I adore the handle in my back because it is very convenient for holding on while being fucked from behind. He made it extra tight this time around my arms, the rope digging in my arms when he pulled tight and I couldn’t help but gasp with every pull of the rope. I like it when ropes hurt just a bit, when they are just a little too tight at places where it wouldn’t cut off my blood circulation. I like it when I could feel the texture of the rope.

When he was done tying me up, he pushed me down on my knees on his ridiculously soft carpet and pushed my head on the sofa. He fucked my throat a bit. I still can’t believe he was the same guy who actually didn’t like throat fucking the first time he did it but now fucks my throat more brutally than most people I’ve ever played with. XD It is just another form of breath play. 😛

Then came a hard spanking. After a thorough warm-up with some bare hand spanking, he left me kneeling and came back dragging that nasty wooden shoehorn across the floor with him. I fucking hate that thing. It produces the nastiest type of sharp pain that I could hardly stand. Especially on my calves and the bottom of my feet. I loved it and I hated it when he held onto my ankle to force my foot to keep in place then gave it a few firm hits. To top it all off, he also fingerfucked me with a rubber glove on. I have a thing for rubber gloves, I might need to talk about them later. For some reason, I just get really turned on by them.

So I was well prepared, my butt tenderized, my mind all fuzzy with arousal and the buzz caused by extreme pain and pleasure. He left me tied up lying on the floor while he went to prepare the box. I heard water running in the bathroom through my heavy breathing and the sound made me shivered involuntarily. It was time, we moved to the bathroom.

The next thing I knew, I was kneeling in front of a big see-through box filled with cold water almost to the brim. He got green mood lighting in the bathroom and it turned the box and water looking greenish, like the lake. I started giggling, cos for some reason seeing the green water terrified me. And yes, my natural reaction to intense fear was to giggle for some reason. With one quick move, he grabbed my hair and pushed it down towards the box and I think I screamed out loud but then he pulled me back up and he said ‘just kidding’. I fucking hate him sometimes… He realized just how scared I was and decided to prolong the torture.

Then it came, the first dip. He dunked my head under water and I didn’t expect the sour smell of getting water in my nose – the smell of drowning. I didn’t even notice the cold of the water. Then he kneeled behind me and put his cock in my pussy. I started moaning immediately, his cock felt so damn good. But then he grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face into the cold water.

Momentarily everything became quiet and it felt like time stopped. And all at once, all the sensations rushed forward, starting from my pussy. I became ultra aware of his cock going in and out. His hand pulling my hair. The sour smell in my nose. The coldness that seemed to wake every bit of me. The sounds that he made, the same sounds he only makes when he is doing something that turns him on very much. When he pulled me back up and I took my first breath, I felt my pussy pulsing and I realized I was about to cum. I think I told him I was cumming, not sure whether he heard me, but just when I was about to cum, he pushed my head back down the water and I was suspended on the verge of an orgasm but not quite able to cross over. When my head broke the surface of the water again, I fucking exploded. It was the most peculiar thing, to have your orgasm being put on hold like that. And it was almost embarrassing how quickly I orgasmed, for someone who doesn’t cum easily, I basically cummed within no more than a minute.

After the initial orgasm, my whole body became hyper-aware. The coldness of water dripping down my hair onto the rest of the body making me shiver. How amazing it felt when he decided to do it rapidly, pushing me under until my head bucked and pulling me back up, letting me take one breath and pushed me back down and repeat. And repeat. And then many times more. It was breath-taking literally and all the while he was fucking me hard in my pussy. I have no words to describe how fucking hot all of that was.

At the end of it, I was breathing hard and shaking a bit uncontrollably. He took the shower, putting on some warm water and showered me all over. It felt beyond divine. Then he proceeded to slowly untie the soaking wet ropes. He did it unbelievably slowly, letting me feel every wet fiber of the rope running across my skin. I adored how incredibly intimate it felt, the ropes and his bare body against my back and his head over my shoulder and his scent surrounding me. When my arms came free and the blood rushed through my limbs, it was the sweetest pain ever and he embraced me from behind. It was a very tender moment that I couldn’t help ruining. Cos I suddenly realized that my hair was still soaked in cold water and in front of me. Him hugging me close from behind was just too tempting of an opportunity not to be bratty. With one smooth flick of my head, my hair flew in an arc backwards and the ice cold wet tips of my long hair hit his naked back. I giggled from a very annoyed growl he let out behind me. He threatened me with peeing in my hair. Not sure how that was even a threat cos a warm golden shower just sounded pleasant to me.

There. That was my first experience of water bondage. I freaking loved it. I’m eternally grateful for Oliver for realizing my long-time fantasy, it was better than I’ve hoped for. I’m sure it won’t be the last time. 😛

Is That A Thing? – Kicking

It’s not that I’ve never heard about kicking as a form of sadism and as a fetish, but somehow I only think about a female Domme kicking the balls of men. So to say I was a little in awe is an understatement when I got to see a female switch kicking another girl’s butt as a form of spanking at a kinky party few weeks ago. She had a pencil skirt so the kicks were low but nonetheless, it looked freaking amazing.

Later, I got talking with that same switch girl and I was lucky enough to negotiate a spanking from her, as in me giving her one. 😀 And she was at least as eager as me to let me try kicking her. Thank God, I didn’t have a pencil skirt, instead I got a short lose skirt and I was only wearing my stockings with no shoes. She was taller than me so her ass was above my hip height. I have to say, I never imagine that me doing kickboxing regularly would ever come in handy at a kinky party, nor have I ever been as grateful that I can kick pretty straight without hurting myself. XD

I started light, I have no idea how much she can take since it must feel different than any spanking instrument. I lift my leg for a round kick, bending my knee and only use the force that came from almost fully straightening my knee to hit the lower part of her full round butt, the back of my right foot making an impact right in the middle striking both buttcheeks equally. She told me that I could kick harder. I kicked her butt, same spot with my whole leg, standing straight. ‘Harder’, came the permission. I stepped back with my right leg and made the kick from a greater distance and thus more force.

‘Harder!’ I couldn’t help a little laugh escaping me, the whole situation really amused me. I included my whole body to the next kick, stepping way behind to add some spin to the kick, still hitting the same spot. She moaned beautifully, finally approving the use of force. I’ve never kicked a person, not this deliberately nor this hard. I’ve only kicked my punching bag that hard but my feet meeting soft flesh… it was completely different. I felt so much better. It didn’t take many kicks for me to feel a sting on the back of my foot. I had to switch leg, cos my right foot was burning. I was wearing black stockings and I couldn’t see the color changing on the back of my foot, but I could feel it. With the force I was kicking, I couldn’t kick more than five kicks with one leg before the burning would get too much and I have to switch side. I took off my corset-like belt off cos it started to obstruct my breathing. I was sweating, it quickly became a very nice workout and I was boxing-shuffling around that beautiful butt doing round kicks. 😀 I was having so much fun! And I’m sure I was quite a sight, me wearing a bright red short skirt kickboxing a girl. XD

The next day, the backs of my feet were sensitive to the touch and two days later, I could see light bruising forming on my feet. I was delighted! I’m sure it has a lot to do with my love for kickboxing, cos I absolutely love kicking butts, quite literally. XD I would love to do it more especially in parties, but I really have to think about my outfits in a whole different light now. Maybe I should just wear my kickboxing gear next time. XD

Here’s a sweet and short post to lighten up the week since the ‘more serious’ post I was talking about last week, well I planned to move it to the weekend just because it ain’t about sex or kinky stuff per se. But hope you enjoy this little post, I might need to write a little update to Courtship Chronicles next week. Until then, stay kinky! 😉