Good Vibrations Magazine

“It’s time to go.” She is leaning against the doorframe staring at me with those intense black eyes. This was the third time she had hurried me and I could tell she was getting pissed, but I actually enjoy making her mad. Sadistic, yes, but I like to bring her to the point of violence and I know she likes to get there. We’ve been together for three years after all.

She looks back down at her watch. If I’m being slow on purpose then she is doing this on purpose — she knows I don’t like to be rushed. But I’m up for her little game today. I come up to her, real close, leaning my face just inches from hers, I lick my lips, I look into her eyes. I hover my hands directly above her thighs, move them without touching her over her cunt. I can feel the heat through her jeans.

She emits a small sigh which makes me smile. “We don’t want to be late,” I say and turn to walk out the door.

Her blood is boiling and her cunt is throbbing until we get downtown. I drive and she sits silently staring out of the window. I reach over and rest my hand on her thigh; she looks over, glaring at me. I smile. I can’t wait for the make-up sex.

When we get downtown she becomes happy. She’s walking fast, and I get a chance to watch her beautiful ass, it’s round and I like that. She has the cutest pouch of a belly and she’s wearing a cropped tee shirt that lets her roll jut out. It’s so sexy I want to bite it.

“Kathy,” she says, stopping short, “let’s go in here.”

We go into the women’s clothing store and I can’t help but feel extremely butch in my leather jacket and boots. Sarah is holding up clothes to her and asking me what I think. What do I think? I think I’d like to rip every stitch of fabric off of her beautiful body and fuck the hell out of her right here, right now.

“Looks great,” I say. She meets my eyes, I can tell by her little smile that I am completely glazed over with lust.

“Let’s go,” she says and takes my hand. I hate to admit it but when it comes down to it she really is the one in control. I follow like a puppy and the truth is, I’m panting.

We walk in silence down the block. We are supposed to be shopping for stuff for our new apartment. Finally we have moved out of a studio and into a one bedroom. For months we complained of no space, and when we get it we immediately need to fill it up.

“Maybe we should live empty for a while,” I say, hoping she’ll agree so we can just head home.

“No. We need to get a few things,” she says.

She is torturing me but when we stop in front of a sex shop, I forgive her.

We go in to this little shop of heaven and I pause by the dildos. Maybe I need a new dick.

“Kathy,” she calls from across the store.

I look up. She’s holding a pair of restraints — the kind you attach to the bed. In her other hand she has a blindfold. My mouth falls open. I’m surprised and soaking wet. She walks toward me, toys in hand.

She comes up close, the way I did in the bedroom this morning. I can smell her sweet breath; her eyes are shining as she licks her red lips.

“So,” she says, in that sexy, breathy sort of way, “what do you think?”

I can barely nod my head and she leaves me there, gasping for breath by the dildos. She goes up and pays. My goddess, I think, what have I done to deserve this happiness?

We hurry home. I can’t wait to tie her up and get my fingers nice and wet.

I’m all over her as soon as we walk in the door. My hands are on her hips, her ass, pulling her close to me. My lips are on her neck; my tongue is in her ear. I lift off her shirt. Her nipples are rock hard and as soon as I place my mouth on them she moans. I start sucking and nibbling, my hands groping above her jeans.

“Wait,” she says, pushing me back. Her voice is throaty, her hands sweaty.

“Uh-uh,” I say, coming in again, shaking my head.

“Our toys,” she says, in that don’t-be-so-pig-headed-and-listen-to-me tone. I can’t help but smile.

She picks up the discreet brown paper bag and takes me by the hand, leading me into the bedroom.

She turns around, lifting off my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans.

“What are you doing?” I ask her, slightly amused by this change in our undressing patterns.

“Oh,” she says sweetly, “I’m going to tie you up.” I laugh out loud. I can’t help it. She looks at me, so fucking innocent, and she smiles. “Don’t laugh,” she says, “I’m serious.”

I raise one eyebrow and think that maybe I’ll let her have some fun. She gets me undressed and leads me to the bed.

“Lie down,” she says. I do but then I grab her and pull her on top of me, I roll her over and hold her down, kissing her. Then I notice she is not laughing. She pulls away and she actually looks sad. I’ve hurt her feelings by not letting her be the butch just this once.

“I’m sorry,” I say in my most sincere apologetic tone, “Tie me up, baby.”

She looks at me out of those puppy dog eyes and attaches the restraints to my wrists and my ankles. She smiles at me. And disappears into the bathroom. Now I like it when she looks good but I’m dying over here. My cunt is aching and my nipples are so sensitive you could pop ‘em right off.

“Baby,” I yell, “what are you doing?”

“Hold on,” she screams back, “don’t go anywhere.” I can hear her giggles behind the door.

What kind of a butch am I? I could almost kick myself for not having known better.

She comes out of the bathroom, with my dick strapped to her. My chin drops, I can’t believe it. She’s going to fuck me with my own dick? I don’t think so. I start thrashing around, pulling against my restraints.

“Take that off,” I say, “You can’t use that.”

She just shakes her head and climbs on the bed above me.

“Shh…,” she whispers and bends down over my pubic patch. She breathes on my curly hair. She bends down and licks her clit up with my tongue.

She moves cunt to clit, her tongue just lapping away. She unwraps her fist, letting her fingers fan out before she slides them, one at a time. She’s got the first three in and I arch my back to get them in deeper. Her tongue is tickling me. This actually feels good. She wriggles another finger in there. She’s going deep with four fingers. She’s thrusting and suddenly I want more. I want to be filled, hard and fast and deep.

“More,” I whisper.

“What?” she asks, managing to only lift her tongue up for the one second it takes to ask… “What did you say?”

“Fist me,” I say,

I can see her lips spreading into a grin through my black brillo bush. She shakes her head no and the mere movement of her head is enough to get me going. She keeps fucking me and I want to come. I want to be fucked.

“Fist me,” I ask again, almost begging.

Instead she removes her fingers and brings her whole body up. She brings my dick up to me and guides it in. I can’t believe she is actually doing this.

I am trying to fight the fact that it feels so good but it’s no use. She’s fucking me hard and rough, slamming that dildo into my wet cunt and I’m moving my hips against her. Her long hair brushes against my face and her tits are swaying. Her pretty lips are pressed tightly together and a thin line of sweat drips down her cheeks. She looks so beautiful fucking me. I grab her ass and push her deeper into me; she looks surprised for a moment but then goes with it. She pumps me until I moan and quiver with pleasure. My whole body is a huge cunt and hers a big, fake cock. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying as the orgasm racks through my body.

Afterwards she unhooks my dick and throws it to the floor. She unties my wrists and ankles and cuddles up inside of my arms. Just like it was me who made her come, just like this was normal, like nothing ever happened.