Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 04:19:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Pain and Pleasure

Pain and Pleasure

I was simply enjoying Jason to the limit of our boundaries. We had known
and discovered enough about each other to know our idiosyncrasies, and we
both  respected each other's diversities realizing that we don't both enjoy
the same  things.
One has to adapt to maintain an ongoing relationship and sometimes,
something you may not think is a turn -on and vice versa seems suddenly to
attract such as Jason's desire to want to spank me.
That was definitely a no  go as far as I was concerned from the start. My
definition of a wonderful and  gentle sexual  partnership did not include
anything which could cause hurt  and initially I had no idea that sometimes,
pain and passion can go hand in  hand.
I was quite happy and contented to share the thrilling sharing of oral
delights and what seemed a perfect combination of  teasing, touching   and
feeling which always led up to the most perfect fuck with Jason entering me  so
deep and so wonderful. I loved to feel his fuck with the taste  of him
still present on my tongue after the most scrumptious and beautifully enjoyed
period of  very impelling sucking of his ripe  fully erect cock. It  was
truly wonderful, the pungent taste of him moving in my mouth whilst I gently
balled him at the same time. He adored that and enjoyed the insertion of my
finger into his warm and succulent asshole just as much as he liked me to
gently  tease the area between his balls and ass hole.
It all seemed so perfect as we  both enjoyed each other so much.
I loved the way he sucked me up too, doing  the same things I do to him,
sometimes simultaneously, sometimes laying back and  assuming the subservient
role as he liked me sometimes to do.
To feel his  tongue exploring every crevice below and the excitement of his
constant touching  and teasing was heaven on earth and I loved him for it.
We experimented too,  of course we did which was always so very impelling
and thrilling, I discovered  the delights of having a host of different
Japanese made dildo's penetrate me  which he sucked and balled me. It was lovely.
It was lovely too to bend over the  way he liked me to, and know that I was
giving him so much pleasure in just  being all ass for him - to tease and
touch, lick and nudge   and when  he wanted me to move this way or that - I
did and he often spent lots of time,  his face wedged between my buttocks for
a very long session of exploration with  mouth and tongue.
By the time he started to fuck me my ass was numb and well  serviced and
ready for penetration. It was the way he penetrated too that was so
wonderfully done, the way he rolled his knob end around my circumference and  nudge
its stiffness underneath rolling my balls, the way he stretched me so wide
and called me all those base things, I loved it and he could do just what he
liked, well almost because when he started to slap me it was okay as first.
It  was just a gently slap between sucking and licking which was rather
nice. But  when the slapping started to become harder I yelped and told him to
stop.
He  did because it was our understanding but I could see the disappointment
in his  face and how badly he needed that.
A month or so later, when the slaps were  harder again my first thought was
to tell him to stop. But this time he yearned  for me to let him just take
it slowly so I just might begin to enjoy along with  all the other nice
things he was doing, like inserting a brand new vibrator  inside with vibrations
that really made me feel so good, so good in fact that I  said just to go
ahead and do what he wanted and spank the ass off me.
He  asked me to change position so I was bent steeply over his lap and told
me just  how good I looked in tight jeans and how he had yearned for so
long to spank me.  He told me my ass `cried out' for spanking regularly and it
was all he could do  to hold back.
So we tried it, me in my tight brush jeans which he wanted  pulled up tight
between my crack to show off my ass cheeks how he wanted.
Now  I was actually looking forward to it. There was something very
electric about  being subservient for Jason in this way and presenting my ass to
him for  punishment. That certainly helped me to accept the first pain of his
slaps which  resounded on contact. Somehow each slap numbed me and I
realized it was hurting  no more, in fact the numbness was rather beautiful.
When I thought he had  done and was about to fuck me, he had me bend over
naked across the arm of the  settee. He stressed that a well spanked red ass
was asking for more and said he  would try spanking me with a kitchen
utensil - just until he could get some  `real' gear. I guess I knew then that
this guy wanted more than just to hand  spank me and I was set on experiencing
a whole new gender of  experimentation.
I agreed if he would stop when I asked him too, gritted my  teeth and took
the hurt along with the pleasure of all those other wonderful  things he was
doing with me.
And that is when I knew what Pain and Pleasure  was all about, if done with
loving consideration. So our relationship ventured  into new explorations
and when Jason had done with me, when at last he had given  me the fuck I
yearned for, I really felt I belonged to him and he was starting  to take full
advantage of that.
I was hoping it would last.