Playtimes.

I recently read a post on AFF by a gentleman who railed at length about the idea of sex being “playtime†or people on AFF referring to sex as “playtimeâ€.

He said: “It can’t just be me. Why can’t we use adult words? It sounds very childish to me. Just say: “had sex†or “fucked†or whatever. Two year olds have play dates. Adults fuck.â€

My first reaction was: “this guy needs to relaxâ€!

Then the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he really doesn’t “get†the whole dynamic of sex as fun. I think it’s healthy to remember that adults can and should play, and that sex is and should be a fun and a legitimate form of play.

One of the million and one things I enjoy about my lover is that he allows me to play, and he plays along with me when we are alone together.

He is very ticklish, and his nipples are extremely ticklish. Recently, he laid back on the bed and told me: “You can do anything to me that you like, and I won’t stop you. Let your impulses be your guide.â€

Now, he’s very strong, very masculine and dominant, and he can and has completely taken control of my body, moving me around, lifting me up, restraining me, and I was utterly unable to resist him, try as I might. Him surrendering to my playful instincts is something utterly out of character for him.

So, I straddled him, and started nibbling down his neck, tickling his body as I did. When I got to his nipples, I took first one, than the other, and slowly nibbled on them. I could feel him tense, and fight the urge to resist my tease, and eventually, he relaxed and allowed me to bite, suck and tease his nipples at my leisure. The longer I did it, I noticed that his cock grew exponentially harder, and twitched with each nibble.

I moved down his body, slowly tickling his abdomen, then making my way to his cock. I held his twitching cock in my hand, and, looking up at him, slowly teased the tip and the ridge of the head with my tongue. Not enough to drive him over the edge, but enough to send shock waves of intense pleasure through him. As I did, I felt the sexual tension in his body, fighting the urge to do more, to urge me to suck him, or mount him, and his forbearance excited me. I also noticed that his arousal was such that pre-cum was oozing out of the tip of his cock, and the salty taste of his arousal urged me on.

Of course, all of this teasing play was also getting me excited, and I craved to feel him inside of me, but I wanted to continue prolonging it.

I straddled him, facing his feet, and looked back over my shoulder and told him not to move, to let me do all of the moving.

I slid down on his cock, my round ass facing him, and slowly, ever so slowly, slid down on his cock. I heard him sigh, and with exquisite patience, I slowly slid up on him, until just the ridge of his cock head was still inside, and then gently squeezed him, compressing the head of his cock, and letting go. I could feel him twitching with excitement inside me, but I wasn’t done. I slid back down on him, and when he was fully immersed in me, I reached down and lightly ran my fingers over his taut balls. The smooth shaved skin was extremely sensitive, and with each light touch, I felt his balls contract, and his cock throb harder. I then tickled his frenulum, and I heard a loud sigh escape from him. I pushed down on his body, and ground myself against him, and massaged his balls as I did. I felt him put his hands on my hips, and I know that his male urge to fuck me was close to taking over, so I pulled myself off of him and said: “No, no, no, not yet!†I noticed that my own wetness was growing such that drops of my own lubrication fell from me onto his slippery, rigid cock, and that pleased me.

However, I had a different plan.

I told him to stand up by the door to our room, and I opened the door to the hallway. I kneeled down in front of him in the doorway, and took his cock in my mouth, but I did not suck him. I simply held him in my warm, wet mouth, and slowly swirled my tongue around his erection. I could hear people talking in the hallway, and there was a part of me that wanted someone to see us, naked, aroused, my lover’s erection in my mouth, and knowing what an exhibitionist my lover is, I KNOW that it excited him as well.

He was fighting the pleasure, I could tell, and, to be honest, I was ready to submit to him, and to his familiar animal lust.

I took him out of my mouth, and stood up, kissed him, and said: “Playtime’s over. It’s time for your to fuck me!†With that, I closed the door, walked to the bed, and bent over expectantly, waiting for him.

I didn’t have to wait long.