If you haven’t heard the song “Knife Party” by the Deftones, you should go listen to it right now.
Well, Essin’ Em is getting all growed up. That’s right; I’m now using knives on others. And by others, I mean F. And by F, I mean the beautiful, amazing, intriguing woman that I’ve been playing with for the last few weeks.
You read about me playing with her hunting knife in her basement. And about me getting my own knife, and gently running it around her back, along her breasts, across her nipples.
But the other night, it went to a whole new level. A level I didn’t know I had in me, but that she brought out of me. And a level that was so incredibly and intensely hot.
It started with making out. Kissing her and there. It usually does. I love kissing her. I mean, we all know I like kissing in general, but I really like kissing her. There is this passion, emotion, something behind it that makes me hungry for more. As if I could kiss her all night and never feel satiated.
I scratched her back, I gently ran my finger tips over her, watching her shudder. I love feeling her shudder as I touch her, tease her.
And then I took the knife out of my night table drawer, where it has rested for a week or two, since I last used it on her. She heard the blade click open, and her eyes were drawn to the shiny metal. I ran it all over her, up and around, teasing her. She would arch into me, she would gasp. I wanted to just fuck her right then, but I had other plans. I just kept running it over her, between the juncture at her leg, over her leg joints, down the inside of her thighs. She just kept gasping and moaning, and bucking into it.
Telling her to hold still, I ran it down her outer lips. She seemed to like that a lot, so I teased her more there for a bit until I CAREFULLY (key word here) took the back of the tip (slightly less sharp) and ran it between her lips, and then held her lips open as I gently touched them. She made these amazing noises that connected directly to my cunt.
I turned the knife over, so the dull side was edging closer to her skin. She couldn’t see. I looked up at her, making eye contact. ”Do you trust me?” I asked. She nodded. I slid the entire blade between her lips and she gasped, rising to meet it. ”You’d better hold still. Do you know you have a knife between your legs?” She froze. God, this was ridiculously hot. Slowly, I moved it up and down the top of her hood, barely touching her clit while I was there. Smartly, I placed my finger tip on the tip of the blade; I wasn’t ready for an ER trip consisting of “So, you stabbed her in the vagina exactly HOW?”
As she made more and more excited noises, I moved faster and faster, varying it up a little now and again. So. Much. Fun. I’ve decided that I really like knives. She was dripping wet; when I say dripping, I mean dripping. The blade was shiny from her pussy, and I wish I had been able to figure out some safe way to fuck her with the knife, because that was all I wanted to do right then and there.
Rather that do that (I believe Jerry once said something about no breaking your toys), I went and got my Pure Wand. Remembering that F isn’t that experienced with toys, this has been something I’ve wanted to fuck her with forever. As forever as we’ve been having sex at least. Three pounds of pure stainless steel. Mmmm.
I stuck the smaller end into her. A gasp and a moan, and it slid right in. Rubbing her clit with one finger, I slowly started moving it in and out of her, the metal shiny as it slid in and out…not a knife blade, but just as hot. She makes things that are already fucking sexy completely AMAZING. I gently fucked her with the toy (it IS metal, and metal doesn’t give) until she was bucking up onto it over and over, telling me not to stop. She came once. I didn’t stop, kept going, a human fucking machine (did I mention my triceps are getting quite nice?). She came again. And again, ejaculating all over me. While J did ejaculate once, it wasn’t a lot, and was just into my hand. Not F; it covered my legs and stomach (I was between her legs to get the best leverage), and I have to say that was possibly one of the hottest things ever to happen to me, especially as I kept fucking her, and it went everywhere, soaking the sheets (I forgot to put the throe down…ooops).
I told her she’d hate me for a moment, and then really appreciate me again, and I gently pulled out the toy, flipping it around so the larger end was in her. An appreciative moan (did I call it or what?) told me I’d done good, and I went back to fucking her…again, with a carefully, steady motion, until she grabbed me and told me to fuck her hard. I hesitated; this was a metal toy, and her first time with one, but the second time she asked me, I couldn’t think of any thing else I’d possibly want to do than fuck her hard with the wand…and I did. And she came again. And again. And then I went down on her…and she came again.
I pulled out, and she pretty much collapsed. No, really. As in I fucked her senseless, speechless, thoughtless. It took a while until she was even able to drink water. I helped her move from the middle of the bed to her side, tucked her in, and rubbed her back as she fell asleep.
God, I love fucking her. She has a beautiful body, true, but more importantly, I love the way she reacts, the way she’ll let me try new things with her, the way we just fit together. I am a lucky girl. Plus, how many people will let you bring them to the edge of climax with a knife?
-Essin’ Em42 comments