Rimjob

Not many things squick me out.

As one of my friends once said to me: I seem to have no limits. Many of the BDSM-related things I don't want to do, I don't want to do because I don't know how to do them in a safe manner. Of course, I don't want to do everything, but I can comfortably say that typically I'm up for almost anything.

Which is why my aversion to rimjobs was kind of perplexing to me.

Anal sex, sure, but putting one's mouth there seemed too... intimate. Dirty. I didn't want to let someone do that to me because I was too embarrassed, and I didn't want to do it to someone else because I thought it would be... kinda gross.

Christopher had to try very hard to convince me to let him rim me. And even when I gave in - bent over, on my knees, ass in the air, head in my pillow, his tongue in and around my hole, me moaning and panting and my mind being blown - I wondered how he could possibly find that erotic.

Well... all of that changed one night, when me and the Optimist started making out.

Things quickly progressed until he was naked and I was blowing him, licking and sucking his balls and his thighs. Soon enough the same thought came to both of us at pretty much the same time:

"Can you kiss my butt?"

I blinked. I had been thinking of doing that, and more... but did I really want to?

It took me a few seconds to make up my mind before I gently turned him over. I kissed and nibbled his ass cheeks for a bit before spreading them to reveal his little pink star.

I looked. I smelt. It smelt... different, but not unpleasant. I rubbed over his hole with my finger. I enjoyed having him spread out before me like that. I imagined I was making him feel exposed... I hoped that I was.

And then I put out my tongue and took my first taste.

Again, it tasted different, but not unpleasant. He was clean, and I felt like I could have been licking any other part of his body... except this was somehow so much more erotic.

I dove in and started lapping.

He made the most amazing noises. Different. Mewling, whimpering, vulnerable. My tongue is too short, so I couldn't do more than just lap and swirl my tongue against his hole - but that was more than enough. Soon, he breathlessly asked if he could flip onto his back so he could jerk himself off more comfortably. I let him - but my mouth could no longer reach him. So I used my fingers and watched him as he came - hard, hard...

My god. How could I have ever thought that was gross?

Related posts:

1. Lessons Learned (2/2) [via sexisnottheenemy] Lesson #2: The Optimist "Well, what are you doing?"...

Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.