Lesbian kissing task & my bedroom rules

My dear boys,

I want you to remind you that you still have your video challenge going, so please follow (and report how that went for you). You can see the task here:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/another-short-10-111463739

Once you finish your ten days, I assume you are really eager to release... right?

That's why I give you an extra treat, once again found on the internet by my good boy Eric, who is too humble and such a good research slave for me - I love my exclusive boys so much... the few, the proud, Valery's best!


So you may play just through and I allow you to release, but I want you to play it really softly, with lots of lube and tender touches. The way I would play it is the way I recommend you to do so, too: When green, you may touch your lubed frenulum and glans tenderly only while the girls are kissing each other, their bodies or touching their private parts. When it's red, you may only caress your nipples. That way it becomes even more3 delicious - and you get once more conditioned to bring extra care to your nipples, which are my favorite body parts :)



And here I grant you a small glance into my world:

My bedroom rules

I got some very specific rules for my bedroom escapades. Let me break it down for you:

• My partner starts slow and gentle - lots of caressing, soft kisses, tender touches.
  

• As things heat up, I get to be more aggressive - slapping, scratching, choking. Nothing extreme, just enough to sting.
  

• The more aggressive I get, the more gentle my partner has to be. It's all about that delicious contrast.
  

• I control the pace, gradually increasing from slow to fast.
  

• I get myself off by rubbing my clit, starting slow and building up.
  

Now, let me tell you about last night with Jake...

We start with Jake beneath me, his hard cock nestled in my wet pussy. I'm straddling him, my thick thighs hugging his hips. "Remember the rules," I purr. "Nice and slow to start."

Jake's hands begin a sensual exploration of my curves. His touch is feather-light, almost reverent as he caresses my soft belly, my wide hips, my heavy breasts. I can see the desire burning in his eyes, but he keeps himself in check.

I start to rock, a languid, teasing pace. The delicious friction sends tingles up my spine. Jake's breath catches, but he maintains his gentle touch.

"Good boy," I murmur. My own hand drifts down to my clit, circling it slowly. Just enough to tease, not nearly enough to satisfy.

As the minutes tick by, I gradually increase my pace. Jake matches me perfectly, his hips rising to meet mine. His hands never stop moving, trailing fire across my skin with his tender caresses.

I lean down, nipping at his earlobe. Not hard, just a little sting. Jake gasps, his fingers tightening on my hips for just a moment before relaxing.

"Faster," I command, picking up the pace. My fingers work my clit with more intent now, but still holding back.

Jake obeys, thrusting deeper but keeping his touch gentle. I reward him with a sharp slap across his face. His eyes widen in surprise and arousal.

"More," I growl. Jake drives into me harder, but his hands remain impossibly soft as they ghost over my skin. The contrast is intoxicating.

I wrap my hand around Jake's throat, applying just enough pressure to restrict his breathing slightly. His pulse races under my palm, but he doesn't fight it. Instead, he pulls me down for a kiss so tender it makes my heart ache.

My hips are moving frantically now, chasing my release. My fingers work my clit with urgency. "Fuck me," I pant. "Hard and fast."

Jake pounds into me, giving me exactly what I need. Even now, his free hand cups my face with exquisite gentleness. The juxtaposition of sensations is overwhelming - the relentless pounding of his cock, the tender caress of his hand, the pressure of my own fingers on my clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, feeling my orgasm build. With a final, bruising slap to Jake's chest, I cum hard. My cunt clenches around his cock as waves of pleasure crash over me.

As I come down from my high, Jake slows his thrusts, his touch once again impossibly gentle. I survey my handiwork - red marks on his chest, the beginnings of a bruise on his cheek. Nothing too severe, just enough to remind him who's in charge.

As my orgasm subsides, I feel Jake still rock-hard inside me, his body trembling with need. But that's not part of our game. I lift myself off him, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound.

"Good boy," I purr, patting his cheek where I had slapped him earlier. "You did so well, staying gentle even when I got rough."

Jake's breathing is ragged, his eyes pleading. But he knows better than to ask for release. That's not how this works.

I survey my handiwork - red marks on his chest, the beginnings of a bruise on his cheek, his cock angry and swollen with denied release. Perfect.

"Remember," I whisper, leaning in close, my breath hot on his ear. "Your pleasure isn't the point. Your job is to satisfy me, to endure whatever I dish out while treating me like a queen. And you did that beautifully."

I trail a finger down his chest, feeling him shiver under my touch. "Maybe next time I'll let you cum. But for now..." I smirk, climbing off the bed. "You can just lie there and think about how good I felt clenching around you."

As I saunter towards the bathroom to clean up, I hear Jake's frustrated groan behind me. It's music to my ears. This denial, this control - it's all part of the intoxicating power dynamic I crave.

And the best part? We get to do it all again tomorrow. Maybe I'll let him cum then... or maybe not. That's for me to decide, and for Jake to accept. After all, that's the game we play, and we both know the rules.

This is how I like it. Taking my pleasure, inflicting a bit of pain, all while being worshipped with the utmost tenderness. It's a heady mix of power and sensation that never fails to satisfy.

Would you like to be in Jake's skin?



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Have a wonderful weekend!

Kisses!

Valery