The Sweltering Celt gave us this writing prompt for our weekly Microfantasy Monday exercise:
Itâ€™s cold already here. Today was an outdoor concert and I thought my fingers might freeze off before we managed to finish. Thankfully it was a short concert.Â The leaves are changing, and so are many aspects of life in this crazy little family. This morning I had a lengthy conversation about some of those changes, and it occurred to me that a fantasy could be had of one of them (or more, but Iâ€™ll keep it simple this week)â€¦
This week, your theme is: Training
She’s given me training exercises. Â There aren’t that many weeks before Folsom and She wants to make sure I’m ready. Â I close my eyes and breathe out while pressing the blue bulb against my asshole. Â It goes partway before my body balks and I pull it out again. Â I squirt a little more lube onto my finger and press it into my ass. Â I’m leaning over, forehead on my bed, imagining it’s Her behind me, probing me, testing my readiness.
Now the blue plug again, I press it partway in, breathing through the pain, welcoming the pain, sucking it into myself instead of resisting it. Â Now I imagine She’s standing before me, fingers in my hair, pressing my face against Her sex. Â He’s standing behind me, pressing into me, feeling my resistance. Â She yanks my head back and he plunges into me, grunting. Â She purrs Her approval, grinding into my face, using me. Â He slaps me on the ass and I lurch back reflexively, impaling myself further on his cock. Â I’m pinned between them, being used: a sentient, living sex toy.
Flopping onto my bed, blue plug securely clenched inside me, I breathe heavily, fingers working between my legs. Â I imagine Her scent, filling my senses. Â My asshole clenches the bulb, imagining him fucking me. Â I want to taste Her, feel Her pleasure gushing out onto my tongue. Â My fingers press harder, faster, stroking myself into ecstasy.
Moments later, sprawled out and only half conscious, I turn off the light, blue plug nestled happily in my ass.
Training. Â It’s a good thing.
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