Nails | 2016

He was naked and that made me want to touch him. There was so much skin splayed out in front of me. My nails were so long that it felt so good to have flesh under them. I ran my fingers across his skin and he went weak. He curled his body on top of mine, his thighs against my lap, his ass and back visible to me and available to my fingers. I ran my nails across his flesh over and over again. They caused red lines to form, making his skin look like a tiger. I ran them from the back of his head to his shoulders and back, running them down his butt and onto the tops of my thighs and then retracing the same patter. I ran one hand along his neck while the other hand ran across his butt, having my hands meet and cross over his back. Sometimes I was gentle. Sometimes I wasn’t. I ran my nails across him until his flesh was pick and sensitive. I told him to move off my lap and lay on the bed. I grabbed the light whipping toy and held it in my hands. Laying my body across his back, I moved up by his head and whispered in his ear “you are mine now”. I went back to his back and started to use a light rubbery whipping toy, whipping across his skin in a circular motion, bringing the blood to the surface and making his skin more sensitive. When his skin was flushed, I grabbed a soft rabbit fur flogger and went over the skin, varying between actual impact and just running the sensitive material over his skin. Stopping I ran my fingers and nails over him again and again, running them between his thighs and in between his legs. I ran by body and my breast against him, letting my hair fall over his body. I then grabbed a slightly heavier flogger and used it and the rabbit fur flogger at the same time, increasing the impact and then lightening it over his ass heavier and lighter across his shoulders and arms. Running my hands over his skin I curled my body against him and whispered in his ear “what level are you at”. “Green”.
“Oh good”. I grabbed the heavier flogger and begin to use it, lightly first. He curled his leg up my body and I pushed it back down. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I just wanted to touch you” I grabbed the flogger and hit it hard against his leg and foot. “you” “don’t” “get” “to” “touch” “me” “without” “asking” “first”. “I’m sorry”. “That’s better”. I used the flogger again across his body, increasing the amount of impact until he was squirming. “Where are you” I inquired. Green he replied. I grabbed the other side of the flogger and used the handle against his body, wailing it against his ass with a heavy impact until it was red. “Where you at”, “yellow” he said. I went back to the other side of the flogger, not flogging him, but running the strips of leather across his skin. I worked backwards, grabbing the softer flogger, running it across his skin, over and over again, stopping to run my hand between his legs. I slid my body against his, moving my lips by his ears. “I want you to ride me” I whispered. I left him on the bed and slid the harness and dildo over my body. I slid on the bed, handing him a condom. He crawled down and blew me a bit, slid the condom on and crawled on top of my body. Since we had never done this before I laid still, and let him ride me, watching him bring himself to orgasm. He came on top of me, and got off, curling next to me, content. I kissed the top of his head. “That’s my good boy”.