Dear Dirty Diary | I Got Thigh- And Throatfucked In The Shower (Patreon)

This post (and accompanying audio) will be posted on my website on Friday - I'm trying to practice writing more erotica and wanted to pen an ode to my shower kink. Hope you enjoy!

I'm standing in the kitchen when I hear your key in the door. I straighten, grunting momentarily as the plug in my ass shifts inside me, and meet you in the porch. You're sweaty and breathless from a long day in the hot sun and your scent alone makes my pussy clench, earning another quiet moan as the plug moves again. My thighs are slick - I've worn the plug all day with no panties and the short dress you chose for me this morning does nothing to conceal the evidence of my arousal.

Maintaining eye contact, you reach between my legs and find me wanting, dripping, soaked. I bite down on my lip as I watch you bring your glistening finger to your mouth and taste my flavor. These are always my favorite moments. The tension building, anticipation and goosebumps rippling over my skin. My nipples are painfully hard and evident beneath the thin fabric of my dress, begging to be touched and tasted and bitten.

Still silent, you wag your finger at me - a signal to turn around. Immediately I comply, presenting my ass to you and leaning forward enough to expose the pretty sapphire nestled between my cheeks. I don't expect you to suddenly press your finger against the plug and push it further inside me, so the moan that erupts sounds like it's coming from elsewhere. I'm so lost in pleasure I don't recognize myself or the sound of my own wanton voice.

You slap my ass twice, just hard enough, and I know from your hum of approval that you're pleased with me. For weeks you have denied the use of my pussy and fucked only my ass or my throat so I'm almost insane with desire. You grip my arm and turn me to face you again, your hands roughly tweaking my oversensitive nipples and your eyes traveling to the collar around my throat. You hook your index finger around it and quietly lead me to the bathroom, my body electrifying as I realize what comes next.

In the bathroom now and I'm already coming apart at the seams although you've barely even touched me. You kiss me and your tongue is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life. Slowly you pull my dress over my head, leaving me naked except for my collar and the plug. Your hands feel divine as they dance across my skin, stopping to stroke or pinch or tweak all my favorite places - all except the place I want you most, of course. I think you enjoy seeing me like this. Naked, vulnerable, pupils blown wide with prolonged arousal and denied release. Devoid of all thought except the need to please you enough that you will finally let me cum.

I watch silently while you remove your own clothes, drinking in the sight of every inch of your skin as you reveal it to me. I like watching you almost as much as you enjoy watching me, and I swallow a moan when your cock bounces free of your pants. You catch me looking and smile before reaching forward and sliding your middle finger between my pussy lips, pulling away just before you can touch my clit. My knees almost buckle.

You turn on the shower, testing the temperature with your fingers. When it's hot enough you take my hand and I step over the side and into the spray. You join me immediately after, placing my hand on your chest and sliding your hands around my body, to my ass, pulling me close against you. Your mouth finds mine and you envelop me in warmth and passion, palming my ass and spreading me, causing me both pleasure and agony and driving me wild with need. Moving your hands to my thighs, you part them and slip your cock between. We've done this before, and I know my part, so I pump body wash into my hand and use it to lather you before you begin to thrust.

You've tortured me like this for weeks. Fucking my thighs, so close to my pussy, so close to my aching want, and leaving me on the edge. Your mouth finds mine and we kiss under the water. As you pull away, you catch my bottom lip between your teeth and smirk. Returning your smile as you release me, I kiss my way down your body, over your belly, until I'm on my knees.

I open my mouth and look up at you, waiting obediently. You step forward until your cock bumps my lips and I widen my jaw so you can slide over my tongue. When your cock is in my mouth, I become something else. Driven by desire, operating only on instinct, and as soon as you hit the back of my throat my brain shuts off. From this point forward, I'm a vessel for your pleasure. I hold my breath as you tilt me backward and the hot water flows over my face and down my breasts. I can hear you moaning with every thrust and I'm near-drowning in arousal, lungs burning for air. You hold me in place and take your pleasure, occasionally pulling back enough to let me breathe. It's all too much and although you've barely touched me (and I haven't touched myself), I cum. I swallow hard around your cock and struggle for air as my orgasm obliterates whatever was left of me. The contractions of my throat around your cock trigger your own orgasm and for a moment I'm nothing but stardust. An explosion of pleasure. The world long forgotten as you burst and spill down my throat.

Quickly, you pull out and although I'm grateful for the oxygen I already miss the feeling of you in my mouth. As I'm gasping you shut the water off and stroke my hair, murmuring words of encouragement, bringing me back to earth. When I'm stable enough to move, you perch me on the side of the tub, and towel me off. I'm already shaking, but these moments are where you shine.

I know I'm safe with you. You know exactly what to do when I'm lost in subspace and floating somewhere just out of reach. So you carry me to the bedroom and wrap me in blankets, disappearing only for water and an orange. I take a few sips before you rock me while I ride the high our love made.