At home

The last weeks had been filled with so many activities and travels that we decided to stay in this weekend. We slept in, we cuddled, we watched our favorite shows. But of course, Bina came up with something new.

When I returned with tea to the bedroom, Bina wasn’t in bed anymore. I turned around to look for her. Suddenly, she stood in front of me, took the mugs from me, and pushed me forcefully against the wall. I yelped with surprise and she smiled smugly. With a few quick moves, she undressed me. The little I was wearing. And she pressed me against the wall again, spreading my legs and my arms, without binding them to anything.

“Don’t move,” Bina ordered.

Her favorite command, it sometimes seemed. A command that always made me wet—and she knew it.

She pulled a blindfold from a drawer and blindfolded me. I heard her pulling something else from the drawer. A few seconds later, I felt pain surging through my breasts. A slap. And another slap. And another. I tried to wriggle away and was rewarded with a slap to my vulva.

“Don’t move, Fi. I mean it.”

I tried to hold still, but it wasn’t easy. The pain was almost too much, but also deliciously sweet.

Bina came closer; I felt her breath on my neck. She kissed me. She took my right hand and placed it between her legs. She was so wet! She directed me towards her sweet spot and I started circling it. We moaned in unison until she came.

She put my arm back up and pulled away. I made a disappointed sound. Bina chuckled. I heard her rummaging in one of our drawers again and after a minute or two, she returned. She kissed my lips while one of her hands circled my clitoris. And then, she pushed a dildo into my wet yoni. Her entire body moved with the dildo—she must have been wearing a strap-on. Again, we moaned together. She pushed in quicker and quicker, circling my sweet spot, moaning into my ear. Suddenly, she stopped moving and I tried to move against her, but she gave me a slap on my breasts.

“Fi!”

This time, I chuckled. And Bina started thrusting again, very slowly this time. Her fingers on my clitoris moved again, quickly. And it just took a few more thrusts, a few more circles for me to come.

Published by Soraya F. Morgan

My name is Soraya F. Morgan. I'm a lesbian person who is disappointed in most erotic stories available for (lesbian) women. So I decided to write some myself!

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