Lessons Learned (1/2)

Btw, a big thank you to Champagne and Benzedrine for putting my last HNT on his sexiest posts list

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Lesson #1: The Actor

For once, height difference does matter.

His long legs are draped loosely over your shoulders as you try and push into him, but you can’t get enough leverage. If you could just actually raise yourself up a little… but then you’d be on your feet, and how uncomfortable would that be? Still, the impulse to get on your feet and fuck him with your whole body is almost instinctive.

(More than anything else, you wish you could feel; not just because it would make everything so much hotter, but because you want to be able to tell what the hell is going on down there.)

You’re pushing forward but you don’t feel like you’re moving at all; and still he asks you to move “slower, slower.”

Finally you feel the head pop in – a sudden release of pressure – and then:

“Wait. Hold still,” he says -

“OK. Go.”

“More lube.”

“You can move faster now.”

“More lube.”

- and after you’ve managed to hit a brisk rhythm, you have to keep pulling out to lube yourself back up, and the same dance starts all over again.

Soon you learn to make up for the lack of nerve endings in your silicone prick by using your thumb & fingers: holding your cock in your hand, feeling the place where his entrance is with your thumb, and then guiding yourself forward.

(The smooth act of penetrating someone else – the gasps and swiftly shifting facial expressions – is almost addictive.)

After you’re done, you look at the splotches of lube on your harness and make a mental note to look up how to properly take care of leather.

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