Since Jay became a Student Blogger for Kink Academy, I have been the silent partner, demo bunny, and ecstatic subject of much new, experimental kinky fun.  I recently had such a strong experience that I felt compelled to write about it.

After watching Graydancer’s ‘Full Contact Dom‘ series, Jay has implemented much of what we watched, resulting in some extremely hot fun.  One area I have never been particularly into was hair pulling.  I have very long, curly, red hair that typically invites a hand to be fisted in it, but I also have a fused cervical spine.  When my hair has been pulled in the past, it has usually included my head being wrenched back at a painful and NOT sexy way.  It would immediately interrupt my head-space and make me want to run for the heating pad and pharmaceuticals.

Last week Jay was implementing some of what we had learned from Gray.  My hands were secured above my head with the lovely and electric yak rope (courtesy of Maui Kink.) He was pushing my boundaries beyond all previous experiences. My eyes were closed, and my mind focused on the multitude of sensations being inflicted on my body. I felt the bite of the Yak, the thuddy sting of the Dragon’s Tongue, his hand caressing my fiery ass, the soft breeze emanating from the ceiling fan giving me goosebumps; I felt completely in tune with my body as it writhed in synchrony to the ambient chill music playing in the background.

He was building the intensity slowly. He lingered on his favorite parts of my body, switching sensations and erogenous zones at a whim to keep my uncertainty heightened. Would the next stroke be pain, or a gentle caress to soothe the abused flesh? His hand gently stroked my fiery ass, slid up my hip, and curved in a continuous line up my waist. The firm bilateral pinch on my eraser-like nipples brought a gasp unbidden from my lips. He caught my moan in his mouth as his hand continued its ascent up my neck as his lips joined with mine. His hand lovingly stroked my jaw and face, tracing back behind my ear to the nape of my neck.  I was so immersed in his kiss, when his hand closed in a fist in my hair, it tore a soul-deep groan from me. My hair was being pulled slowly, methodically, increasing the tension without hurting my neck. The reaction in my body was like nothing I had experienced before.  It was as though there was a connection from my hair held tightly now in his hand to my pussy.  The harder he pulled, the wetter I got.

He led my be the hair to the bed, and pushed me down, face first, on the bed.  Catching my leg behind the knee, he hefted my erythematous ass, bouncing me on bed, forcing a girly squeak from me. Turning my head with a little pressure from his hand, he forced my mouth open with his steely cock magnetized to my mouth. Sliding deep into my throat, forcing me to concentrate to breathe, he rammed my humid orifice over and over.

My eyes flew open when he ceased abruptly. Without being given a pause to collect myself,I felt him between my ass cheeks. With unerring accuracy he speared me to my core. Orgasmic waves pelted me, all the while his hand was fisted in my locks. Controlling my head, my heart, and my will, he had one last use for my hair. He used it to pull me to his chest, and cradle my head in his arms.

Phew…and all because he pulled my hair.  If only I had known when I was a kid what hair pulling would mean….*Sigh…

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~Georgia