Story of the Month: Beth at Hand
The Lusty Library's Story of the Month for February 2009 is "Beth at Hand" by WilliamBlue. While most BDSM stories tend to be a bit on the rough side, the Dom featured in this tale is more interested in the psychological domination of his sexy submissive... and a little bit of anal sex with some olive oil for lubrication:
I hadn’t really made up my mind until I saw her from behind. It would be her ass, no question of it. Now I realized that I’d come up short in a big way: I hadn’t planned ahead, and I had no idea where she kept her lube. Nor was I going to ask her. But it occurred to me I could make do with what was at hand. “Stay there,“ I said, unnecessarily, began to search. In the third cabinet I found what I was looking for, and I couldn’t help grinning at the label that specified that this olive oil was virgin.
I came back to where Beth was waiting. Her eyes were on the bottle, and I raised it a little and shook it. “Mm hm,” I smiled, and a corner of her mouth tugged sideways. I set the bottle down beside her thigh and knelt and kissed her pussy. Beth let out another sigh, and then a small noise when I took one of her labia and gently bit down on it. Her wet had escaped her cunt and come down the insides of her thighs a little, and I took a moment to dig my thumbs into the soft flesh and massage her for a moment. Now Beth let loose her first full moan, and she rocked a bit, trying to get me to slip a finger into her pussy. I slapped her on the ass, not harder than her begging warranted. She gasped and sighed again and quit moving.
This should sound familiar, because "Beth at Hand" was the Story of the Week just a couple of weeks ago. Don't forget that the Lusty Library honors a new, particularly piquant story each week and names the Story of the Month on the first of each month from those Story of the Week winners.
I hadn’t really made up my mind until I saw her from behind. It would be her ass, no question of it. Now I realized that I’d come up short in a big way: I hadn’t planned ahead, and I had no idea where she kept her lube. Nor was I going to ask her. But it occurred to me I could make do with what was at hand. “Stay there,“ I said, unnecessarily, began to search. In the third cabinet I found what I was looking for, and I couldn’t help grinning at the label that specified that this olive oil was virgin.
I came back to where Beth was waiting. Her eyes were on the bottle, and I raised it a little and shook it. “Mm hm,” I smiled, and a corner of her mouth tugged sideways. I set the bottle down beside her thigh and knelt and kissed her pussy. Beth let out another sigh, and then a small noise when I took one of her labia and gently bit down on it. Her wet had escaped her cunt and come down the insides of her thighs a little, and I took a moment to dig my thumbs into the soft flesh and massage her for a moment. Now Beth let loose her first full moan, and she rocked a bit, trying to get me to slip a finger into her pussy. I slapped her on the ass, not harder than her begging warranted. She gasped and sighed again and quit moving.
This should sound familiar, because "Beth at Hand" was the Story of the Week just a couple of weeks ago. Don't forget that the Lusty Library honors a new, particularly piquant story each week and names the Story of the Month on the first of each month from those Story of the Week winners.