Writer and sensual intimacy coach, Oli Lipski, shares a girl-on-girl moment of sensual domination in the play room of a party.
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Satiating my hunger with sensual domination
It was my first kink event in a long time, and I had devilish intentions to satiate my hunger for a beautiful woman. I simply wished to devour her, whoever she may be.
Leaving the changing room, I felt that nervous and excited energy begin to flow through my body. Dressed in my brand new harness, I felt sexy and strong, but also tender and curious. I walked through the smokey red lighting and took in the heavy sounds of techno muffling the sounds of pleasure that I began to hear in the playroom just beyond the bar.
Thwacks and moans triggered a familiar pulsation into my cunt, rippling across my skin in the form of goosebumps.
I grabbed a beer from the bar, and decided to watch some of the action, letting the bubbles tickle my lips, as I took some deep breaths to slow my racing heart. I observed people tied to chairs having their feet licked. Bodies tangled on beds. Cheeks bare on display ready for impact.
It was then that I saw her. Pacing through the crowd, watching the various scenes in her tiny PVC black skirt and lacy bra. I felt that hunger rise in me through the bubbles of the beer, my mouth salivating at the thought of tasting her. I bit my lip to quell my rising cravings.
She saw me watching her. Her eyes held my gaze till I couldn’t take it any longer. I went over and she welcomed me with her needy eyes.
I lent down a fraction and tucked her long black hair behind ear to whisper, “May I play with you?”
She nodded desperately and I took her hand, guiding her over to one of the hanging beds that had just become free. She sat confidently on the edge of the bed, legs spread, inviting me in. I asked her “Is there anything you do or don’t want?”
To which she replied, “My inner thighs and inner arms love being played with… especially before my mouth and pussy are ready for fucking.”
I was impressed with her demands, and felt inspired to whip out my favourite toy for sensual domination; my vampire glove with delicious spikes on the palm.
“If at any point you want me to stop, I want you to double tap me, okay?” She nodded. “But if you like something and want more, I want you to moan for me. I want everyone in the room to know you are mine, okay?” She looked longingly at me, she affirmed me with an “Mmhmmmm” as she lay back ready to be explored.
I slipped the glove onto my right hand and watched her watching me as I began to caress my own body, making her jealous for my touch. The texture on my skin was incredible. The spikes waking up all of my nerve endings, sending blood to the surface without breaking the skin, I sighed heavily with the knowledge of the pleasure I was about to give her.
With my gloveless hand I began to stroke her legs, feeling the soft hairs stand on edge as she let out her first gentle moan of readiness. So I lifted her left leg up high over my shoulder and traced the spikes from her calf to the back of her knee, up her thigh, and she squealed with delight at the sensation. I caught myself smiling and couldn’t wait to hear what other sounds I could get out of her.
A few more strokes and her hips began to writhe, her pussy demanding for attention. I’d never seen anyone become so thirsty so fast. But I didn’t want to fulfil her needs too quickly. She was mine to play with, and I wanted to enjoy this as much as I could.
I lowered her leg and climbed onto the bed to the left of her, testing out the sensitivity in her arms. By this point she was moaning in a deeper growlier tone, which I sensed that she wanted a deeper sensation. So I squeezed her arms, letting the spikes massage her skin, and she gasped for air.
Her mouth opening like that sent an electric shock through my body to my cunt.
I hadn’t realised how wet I was, and I revelled in the juices that coated my clit.
I couldn’t help but take her open mouth, tongue lolling, as an opportunity to enter her. With my gloved hand now tracing her legs again, my free hand made its way to her face, I let my fingers trace the contours of her cat-like features, and teased her lips to make sure she was ready for some mouth play. Her eyes suddenly wide, her hands willingly placed above her head, she nodded furiously as if this was something I was depriving her of.
So I let my fingers roll around her exposed tongue and slipped them into her mouth. I let her suck on them before I moved them in and out, playing with her desires.
I knew at this point I needed my other hand inside her too. So I bit the tip of my gloved finger, pulled it off and spat it out. My hands now free to roam her pussy. I moved her tiny skirt up and pulled her lacy thong to the side so I could see the top of her mound, swollen and ready.
My fingers now tracing all of her four lips. I felt utterly in my power, my hunger at its peak but in the most delicious way. One by one, I entered my fingers into each of her holes. Her moans and groans becoming so loud that I was suddenly reminded of other people watching which only took me further into my pleasure. She was mine for playing with and no one else’s.
I felt her body contract and convulse firmly biting on my knuckles like an excitable dog and her pussy tightly wrapping around me, pulsing and releasing. She was not making any sounds now, just pure silence as her breath was held and time was stopped. I gently released my hands from her body and began to lick my fingers one by one.
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Oli Lipski
Oli Lipski is a Sensual Intimacy Coach, Pleasure Workshop Facilitator, and Sex-Positive Writer. Her sensual take on intimacy comes from her own journey with sexual discovery, and she is passionate about smashing taboos around pleasure and queering the conversation around sex. She has degrees in the history and theory of sexuality, and now helps people who are struggling with their sex and love lives to help them create more fulfilling intimacy with themselves and their partners.
