My Weekends Are All About It Now

I’ve been working from home for about a year now, and honestly, I’m loving it. But you know what? The best part of being my own boss is that I can take full advantage of the weekends. No more waking up to an alarm clock or having to pretend like I’m not half-asleep when my significant other asks how work was today. I’ve been in a relationship for about two years now, and things have gotten pretty intense lately. We started with some light stuff but quickly progressed to some full-on kink play that leaves me panting and begging for more. Last weekend, we decided to turn up the heat even further. Saturday morning rolled around, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I felt this incredible urge brewing inside of me. I knew what it was, I just wanted someone to touch me, to hold me down gently but firmly, and take control. After breakfast, we headed straight to the bedroom where I had everything set up: blindfolds, ropes, all sorts of toys. We started off slow with a little bit of kissing and petting, getting into the mood properly. Then things got more intense. He tied me down on my back, pressing kisses along my neck while whispering how beautiful he thought I was, which just made me even wetter. As his fingers teased me between my legs, I could feel myself starting to lose control. But then it hit me: why am I waiting for someone else? Why can’t I be in charge of this for once? So while I’m still blindfolded and bound, I grab one of the toys from the nightstand and slide it into myself. This turns him on even more, hearing how I take what I want, not just what’s given to me. As he watches me, his eyes full of desire, he reaches for another toy and slides it inside me too. With both filled up, he starts moving them back and forth while his fingers play with my clit. I’m moaning so loud now, my voice raw from wanting more. And then, when I can take no more, he finally enters me. It’s the most intense moment of our relationship yet: two men inside me at once, pushing against each other as they fuck me hard and fast. Each thrust has me seeing stars, gasping for breath. He moves to a different position after a while, pressing his lips against mine while still moving inside me. Afterward, we lay there in the quiet of our bedroom, both exhausted but sated too. I can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of accomplishment, it’s not just about what happened physically that day; it was about claiming control and giving myself exactly what I needed. And you know what? The best part is coming next weekend.