billthedrake: socksandskins: socksandskins.tumblr.com/ SPICING THINGS UPIt started when Crai
billthedrake: socksandskins: https://socksandskins.tumblr.com/ SPICING THINGS UPIt started when Craig and I did one of those sexual compatibility quizzes. We’d been dating for a year and the sex was still hot. I mean, fuck, Craig’s got that whole shaved-head muscle daddy thing which drives me fucking wild. And even if I was now well into my 30s, I rocked enough of a youthful “jock” look that my boyfriend went for.But we didn’t want things to get stale and we were committed to keep exploring in the bedroom, trying new positions, mixing it up. So when the quiz asked for us to name a kink that we’d love to try, Craig’s caught me off guard. “Handcuffs?” I said. They were a little out of my comfort zone, but I had to admit the idea was hot. “You don’t gotta, Matt,” my boyfriend said. “But the point of the exercise is to throw it all out there, right?”“Oh yeah,” I said.He gave me a smirk. “Come on, babe… tell me yours.”“Suits,” I said, with a shy smile.“Suits?” Craig said. He seemed not to get where I was coming from.“You know, suit play,” I tried to explain. I had an idea. I pulled out my phone and found a clip from a Men At Play porn video. Showing him, I said, “Like this.”He chuckled but tried to respect my kink. “This shit really turn you on?” he asked.“Big time,” I assured him. “Well, we’ll see,” he replied. I knew where my boyfriend was coming from. To say his preferred attire was casual was an understatement. He didn’t even like going to restaurants where he felt he couldn’t wear a gym T-shirt.So I didn’t have any expectations. But I wanted to give his kink a try, so on his birthday, I let him unwrap a box with shiny handcuffs inside.“You serious, Matt?” he asked with clear excitement.I nodded and like that we were kissing and peeling off our clothes. I was nervous that first time Craig put the cuffs on my wrist, but the sex was scorching hot. Like toe-curling intense. I was glad he got me out of my comfort zone.It was a couple weeks later when my boyfriend interrupted some TV show I was watching. We usually had sex when we went to bed, but Craig was trying to mix it up. His muscle-dad body was naked…. hard muscle, just the right amount of hair, gloriously masculine and powerful. His cock wasn’t hard but was chubbed out and heavy. “As you know I don’t go for dress shirts or ties, but maybe this will do,” he offered.Sweeping my eyes down his knotted legs, I saw what he was talking about. On his calves were black dress socks, held up by garters.“Fuck that’s so hot,” I muttered, quickly turning off the TV as I watched Craig strut forward and turn around. He pushed his ass back and I took my time caressing those socks and that meaty leg muscle before leaning in to rim him out.*I would call it our compromise, only it doesn’t feel like a compromise. My hot muscle boyfriend has embraced the sock play. A different pair every night, sometimes with dress shoes sometimes without. Even sometimes he’ll wear sheer socks and garters beneath his gym pants and sneakers. It was our second anniversary date, and I had my hands cuffed behind my head to the headboard while Craig fucked me in a new pair of socks and garters. Going heavy but romantic at the same time, with deep kisses salving the harshness of his thrusts. He came first but pulled out with an impish smile. Standing up on the bed, he started running his sheer-socked feet against my overcharged cock.“Oh fuck!” I hissed. “That’s it babe, let it out… cum right on my socks…. make those sheer fuckers yours” It took a few more caressing footstrokes, but it was happening. My dick seized against the sole of his foot and my sperm soaked that silk-nylon fabric. Craig came back down and undid my cuffs before meeting me with a soft kiss. “I think it’s time we took another one of those sex quizzes… what do you think, Babe?” -- source link