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Fiercely Independent. Selectively Submissive.

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    theimperfetc

    Your drinking story reminded me of one of my own...have you ever played the Thunderstruck game?

    Heard of it but never played it. Please elaborate?

    selectivelysubmissive

    It’s super simple but it requires at least two people (unless you’re super ambitious and don’t care about liver disease).

    • Turn on Thunderstruck by AC/DC.
    • Begin drinking when you hear the first “thunder”
    • Continue drinking until you hear the next “thunder.” At that point, the next person in the group starts drinking until they hear the next “thunder.” “Thunderstruck” also counts.
    • Continue through the end of the song
    • Hope you don’t get stuck with a long stretch of lyrics without the word “thunder”

    Easy mode: play with beer.

    Hard mode: play with whiskey.

    theimperfetc

    That’s…the rules. Can we have the story please?

    selectivelysubmissive

    Alright so some background: I hold my liquor very, very well. Jameson’s is my drink of choice. I am also competitive as hell.

    So back in my party days in college, the guy I was seeing lived with a bunch of other guys who, for various reasons, didn’t like me much. One night, we were sitting around and drinking, and one of them decides we’re going to play Thunderstruck. He looks me square in the face and says that girls can’t play the game because they’ll pussy out too fast. Naturally, I had to prove him wrong, so I dared him to play using whiskey, with the loser having to write the word pussy on their forehead.

    Five minutes and a bottle and a half of whiskey later, he’s puking outside in the bushes while my happy behind is searching for a permanent marker.

    I may or may not still have photographic evidence.

    theimperfetc

    Your drinking story reminded me of one of my own...have you ever played the Thunderstruck game?

    Heard of it but never played it. Please elaborate?

    selectivelysubmissive

    It’s super simple but it requires at least two people (unless you’re super ambitious and don’t care about liver disease).

    • Turn on Thunderstruck by AC/DC.
    • Begin drinking when you hear the first “thunder”
    • Continue drinking until you hear the next “thunder.” At that point, the next person in the group starts drinking until they hear the next “thunder.” “Thunderstruck” also counts.
    • Continue through the end of the song
    • Hope you don’t get stuck with a long stretch of lyrics without the word “thunder”

    Easy mode: play with beer.

    Hard mode: play with whiskey.

    A Fantasy

    I want a pretty girl to tease.

    I want to wear green lace lingerie that she helped me pick out in the store earlier, but which I hadn’t let her see me try on. I want to look at her, sitting on the bed in the black strappy lingerie she’d gotten for herself, looking like heaven. I want to barely be able to control myself when I see her waiting for me. I want to kiss her, gently at first, then more forcefully with my hands in her hair, making her whimper so softly as I lay her down on her back.

    I’ll slip her hands into soft cuffs and attach them to the headboard. My fingers will trail against her skin as I walk down to her legs. “Open, baby,” I’d tell her, and she’d open her legs for me. I’ll graze her hips with my fingernails and pull the waistband of her panties down ever so slightly, kissing along her hipbones as I expose them. My lips will find their way to the very top of her soft mound and she’ll start to squirm. I’ll slide her panties off of her legs and attach cuffs to her ankles, spreading her open for me.

    I’ll climb on top of her and straddle her, flicking open the front clasp of her bra. I’ll kiss her deeply again, feeling her chest heave against me. I’ll kiss her neck and her collar bone, my tongue tracing circles on her skin. The tops of her breasts next, then between them, then underneath them in that tender place where breast meets ribs. I’ll trail kisses down her tummy, then down her legs, skipping over the one place she desperately wants to feel my lips.

    “Please?” she’ll whimper, her hips lifting as I hover over her.

    “Please what?” I’ll taunt her, kissing the slopes of her breasts again. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do. Every last thing, in excruciating detail. Beg me for it. If you beg nicely enough, I’ll let you cum. If you don’t, you get edges.”

    I’ll listen to her breathless, small voice begging me for all the nasty, dirty things she wants me to do to her. Her imagination will run wild, trying to think of all the things I want to hear her say. Her cheeks will flush and I’ll kiss her neck again, making her moan as I suck on the spot where her neck meets her collarbone.

    “Keep going,” I’ll say when she falters, my lips still on her skin. If she says something especially salacious, I’ll swirl my tongue around her nipple, and if she continues, I’ll graze it with my teeth, pulling gently to encourage her to go on.

    When she’s told me everything I want to hear, I’ll bury myself between her legs without a word, enjoying the way she whines and begs more. I won’t tell her if she’s going to get to cum or not, not yet. I’ll explore her body with my tongue, taking my time and finding all the places that make her squeal. I’ll lick her slowly, top to bottom, over and over again until she’s nearly incoherent. I’ll use the tip of my tongue on her clit and tease her gently, working her up to the very edge of orgasm and keeping her there before backing away and letting her calm down. I’ll edge her again and again, reveling in the way she tastes and squirms against my tongue, teasing her and laughing when she whines and cries, not knowing if she’ll get to cum or if she’ll have to endure another edge every time I press my lips against hers.

    When I’ve had my fun, I’ll slip my fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me. I’ll curl them upwards, massaging her G-spot as I suck on her clit. I’ll find the rhythm that makes her scream and keep at it relentlessly until she tips over the edge of orgasm and cums hard against my lips. I’ll clean her up gently and untie her, holding her in my arms in bed and stroking her hair, whispering in her ear about how she’s my beautiful girl and how wonderful she is.

    When she’s rested and calmed down, she’ll look up at me and smile and say, “Now it’s my turn.”