Flesh Or Fire: The Ginger Threat
Here’s another fun way to get good value from a ginger fig:
Sunday morning Martin tied me to the bed with a long, silken rope – tied me tightly so my hands were above my head. He has a whole array of sex toys that he took out and laid out on a table beside the bed: dildoes that inflate, a tube thing that puts suction on your clit. Martin is a really kinky fuck, like I’ve said before. Seems he’s been storing up this stuff for years, trying to get his wife to “play” with him, but not meeting with much success. So far, though, there’s nothing that I’ve refused him. I like his style.
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He took the whip from between my pussy lips, turned me over, still bound, and flogged my ass and back with it. Then he stuck a piece of ginger into my ass to make it hot (it’s called “figging” – something the Victorians were big on) – it does that, but it also can sting, so you have to be careful.
He kept alternating the ginger with one of his glass dildoes ’til I couldn’t take it any more. I said, “Please fuck my pussy!” He slid his dick in my pussy and fucked me for a minute or two, but then he said, “This isn’t about what you want, this is about what I want!” He went on, “Either I put the ginger back in your ass or I fuck your ass with my dick.” “Ok! Not the ginger!” I pleaded. “You can fuck my ass.” “That’s my good girl,” he said, soothingly, as he shoved his dick into my ass.
I was on my belly on the bed. He stuck his inflatable dildo into my pussy again, made me close my legs to hold it in, and sat on top of my ass. He lubed up my asshole, and between my asscheeks that were now so close together. He slid his cock into my hot asshole, my ass cheeks providing extra friction against his dick as he slid it in and out of me. He fucked me that way for a long time. It was very intense.