We've been together for six years now, and our weekly sex has gradually become routine. Our relationship has turned into something like family, leaving no room for excitement or butterflies. Just as he once said, "Maybe masturbation is better," I started craving more stimulation. Our sex life involves him being dominant with rough talk, while I take on a service-oriented submissive role, enjoying giving blowjobs. My first time was at 17, during the summer of my second year of high school, with a 20-year-old. It was a mix of anxiety and anticipation, but I remember it feeling good. I’ve said before, "I love giving blowjobs—I’ve gone on for about an hour before." I get turned on when he uses dominant language. When I say I need to pee, making me hold it builds even more excitement. I bend forward, stomping my feet, moaning that I'm about to leak, and once permission is granted, I immediately let go with a loud stream. Watching me, he says, "You smell like piss," wipes my crotch, and I giggle shyly, saying, "All clean now." Lying on the bed in just my underwear, he starts teasing from my toes upward. Blindfolded, I'm tormented with toys, my nipples and clit stimulated. When the vibrator teases my clit, he fingers me, and my moans grow louder as I beg, "Don't stop." As my breathing quickens, I lift my hips, trembling, pleading, "Make me come." I’ve admitted, "Whenever I have free time… I’ll do it—about three times, on average, per week." I'm definitely clit-focused. At first, I didn’t find nipple play pleasurable, but now I can get off from my breasts and clit, though I’ve never come inside. Watching porn, I couldn’t actually do the acts myself, but I get excited seeing scenes of being ○○○. I climax quickly with a vibrator. My masturbation is filmed with two cameras from dual angles, alone in a room, naked—it’s like a ritual. I grope my breasts while sucking two fingers noisily. Left hand on my breast, right hand rubbing my clit in circles. I moan softly in breathy gasps the whole time. As my clit-rubbing fingers move faster up and down, my moans grow short and intense, I frantically squeeze my breasts, and reach orgasm. Afterward, I wipe my pussy with tissue, put my bra back on, then my top—though I usually leave my panties off. I also love balcony pissing—filmed from two angles, standing naked, peeing while swaying my hips. I ask, "Is it okay?" He says yes, and I nervously repeat, "Anytime? Really anytime?" Then I cry out, "Ah, it's coming!" as I release a steady stream straight down. After peeing, I stand with legs wide, wiping my crotch repeatedly with tissue, then laugh as it ends.
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