Watching: Short Smut to Get You Through Thursday​

67360F44-C9FB-4E5E-BCD7-EA72E3243F2FMy Beauties,
Eureka! It’s Pi Day. Shout out to Archimedes for that elegant number that helped us understand the natural world a little better. I’m honoring the mathematical constant with a smutty short fic.
Fair warning, this piece isn’t about math, although now I want to write some math porn. Ugh. Strange things happen in my noggin when I’m left to my own devices. Consider yourself lucky I haven’t dropped some horrible pun about circles.
Yet.
The short, “Watching,” was inspired by the Ina Wave by Lelo, one of the products from my Desireforpassion.com collection of toys that make your toes curl. The Ina Wave is a gorgeous toy. It was designed to create a “blended” orgasm for folks with a vulva and vagina by focusing intense sensation on the clitoris and clitoral network of tissue inside your body. The resulting orgasm will leave your body tingling and your mind spinning in circles.
Sorry.
I couldn’t help myself.
Be Well, Be Wonderful, and Above All, Be You.
Anne


"Scherzo di Follia"Watching
You’ve always thought about being watched while you masturbate. You want to know what it would be like to stroke your nipples or tease your clit while a lover observed. The idea of unapologetically claiming yourself and having another person to bear witness to your pleasure thrilled you.
The subject came up one night as you lay in bed with your lover, legs tangled together, whispering in the dark. You described your fantasy and they agreed to make it a reality right away, excited to take part in an experience you craved.  Once you had agreed on a date you had fallen on each other, both ravenous for touch after talking through what you hoped would be an incredible sexual experience.  
Now, you’re together in your room. You’ve stripped until all you’re wearing are your wicked curves and your skin is glowing in the soft light of the bedside lamp. Your lover is naked as well, their prick hard, a healthy flush on the apples of their cheeks.
A frisson of excitement ripples down your spine.
“Where do you want me?” They ask.
“Beside me, on the bed.”
“Up close and personal, but no touching you, right?”
“Right,” you brush your lips over the shell of their ear, “Watch me. I want you to tell me what you see.”
They shiver, “And I can’t touch myself, either.”
Your smile is wide, full of mischief, “Nope. Tonight, your cock is all mine. If you’re good for me, I’ll ride you later. How does that sound?”
“Can I have just one kiss?” The boundaries of your play had been discussed beforehand. They were to serve as a witness and a supplicant in your scenario. You are in control of both your pleasure and theirs.
Taking their mouth in a rough kiss, you flaunt your dominance, flicking your tongue in and out of their mouth, until you break away. It pleases you to see their eyes glazed and their chest heaving.
The weight of their gaze is tangible, like a caress. You tilt your head back, showing off your neck and arching your back.
“Your breasts are perfect,” they say. Your fingers play over the skin, stopping to scrape your nails over your nipples. A hiss rises in your throat at the sweetness of the sting. 
You explore yourself while they narrate, their voice is hoarse with desire. Every word that drops from their lips is like a touch, in and of itself, and drives your passion higher.
Taking up the vibrator you’ve chosen for the night, you kiss the tip and your lover shudders. It’s candy-pink and sleek, with a longer arm that promises to massage you from the inside and shorter arm that will tease your clit.
You spread lube over the toy, caressing it like your lover’s shaft.
“Fuck, it’s like I can feel your hands on me,” they groan, their hips twitching. An aborted thrust grazes your thigh.
“Watch where you point that thing,” you say.
You laugh together. When your eyes meet, the laughter trails off, replaced by the sound of breath, the air between you charged with anticipation.
There’s a rosy blush that’s spread from your cheeks, down your neck. Teasing your outer lips with the toy, you press the waving arm to the opening of your sex. Your lover’s tongue darts out to wet their lips as they watch you plunge the toy into your body in one slow, deliberate movement.
When you turn the toy on, the vibration combined with the smooth undulation of the internal arm sends tendrils of delight snaking along your limbs. 
Your release builds like a storm gathering. A natural force that will crash over you, sweeping you away like a leaf in a gale. Your breath hitches and your eyes close, as you savor the shuddering power you’ve unleashed.


Image Credits: “Scherzo di Follia,” Pierre-Louis Pierson (French, 1822–1913), 1863–66, printed 1940s, Gift of George Davis, 1948, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, www.metmuseum.org.

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