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🧩 Edward didn’t have a lot of privacy in the orphanage or the foster homes he had lived in as a child. Once he got out on his own, however, he decided he could… Experiment.
🧩 He soon found a finger and a small tub of Vaseline to be a frequent treat when masturbating.
🧩 After a time, Edward hungered for more. So, he did his research and discovered a reputable online sex shop with discreet shipping. He ordered for himself a buttplug and a more appropriate lubricant.
🧩 He would never tell you about it, of course. Or ask you to engage in such a perverse and degrading act...
🧩 Edward knows that he is a pervert and a creep, but has done his best to keep it from you. To appear normal.
🧩 Until one evening, he is engrossed in something at his computer. Back hunched and brow furrowed. You are focused on your shopping list. “Hey, Eddie, do we need condoms?”
🧩 “Oh, I’m not sure. I'd... Uh, have to check.” Then, he hears the nightstand drawer roll open. Icey panic grips his heart. NO, no, no... You’ll see.
🧩 Time moves in slow motion as he turns to see you looking down into the drawer with wide eyes, your mouth agape in an "O" of surprise.
🧩 This is it. You will run away for sure now.
🧩 Yet again, you subvert his expectations. Your wide eyes turn to him with what can only be described as hunger. “Hey, Eddie, have you ever thought about trying pegging?”
🧩 That is how he finds himself curled up beside you in bed, looking for a strap-on harness and toy on your phone.
🧩 Eddie prepares carefully for the event. He avoids all his problem foods for a couple of days and gives himself an enema. This must go perfectly. He cannot risk any embarrassment.
🧩 The big night arrives. Eddie lies naked on his side atop the covers. Knees bent, back hunched, and eyes squeezed shut. He waits with equal amounts of anxiety and excitement.
🧩 You slide up behind him and kneel. The soft but firm dildo held in the harness pokes Edward in the thigh. He jumps slightly and moans softly.
🧩 You giggle and run your nails down his back, “Excited, baby?". Edward shivers and hisses, “Yesss.”
🧩 The click of the lubricant bottle opening echoes about the sparse room. The cool liquid slicks over your fingers. “Spread for me, honey.” The words are spoken so sweetly and hit Edward in the chest like a bullet, entering his rib cage and exploding into minuscule shards that embed themselves into his heart.
🧩 He is already panting and shaking from anticipation. One hand moves slowly down, fingers gripping into the soft flesh of his cheek.
🧩 He feels so vulnerable. His face is red with shame. His cock is already hard and getting harder with each pang of humiliation.
🧩 You take a moment to look at him shivering and tense. Degrading himself for this forbidden pleasure. He spreads himself open to you.
🧩 Your warm slick fingers caress his puckered hole. Edward jumps and gasps at the new sensation.
🧩 “Shhh... Calm down, baby. I’ve got you.” You soothe him with your soft words. Your right hand rests on his as you gently massage the tip of your left middle finger into his tight hole.
🧩 “mmMMMMAAA...” Edward moans and subtly bucks back onto your finger.
🧩 You giggle and coo softly, “Oh yeah, baby? Does it feel good? You want more?”
🧩 Without waiting for an answer, you gently push your finger in further. Twisting it slowly. Letting him adjust to the penetration.
🧩 Edward whines and tucks his head into his chest. He brings his knees up further and grips his asscheek harder.
🧩 “More, please. More. Please, more,” he begs, choking on his own pathetic desire.
🧩 Without completely removing your finger, you add another squirt of lube to your hand. It runs down your fingers and drips onto the blanket. You press your index finger to your middle finger and slide both digits into his asshole.
🧩 A guttural moan builds deep within Edward’s chest. His body shakes. His stomach tightens. The feeling of your fingers sliding in and out overwhelms him.
🧩 His eyes pop open wide in fear. It’s too good. He can’t cum yet! You’ve only just started!
🧩 “Wait! Stop!” He sobs.
🧩 You freeze, mid-stroke. Trying to push down the rising panic, you ask, “Are you okay, baby? Do we need to stop?”.
🧩 Edward works on steadying his breathing and shakes his head. No.
🧩 “You gotta use your words, honey.” The concern is evident in your voice. Edward forces a swallow and turns his face into the pillow, “D-didn’t... Wa-wanna cum yet.”
🧩 Your panic fades and a smile spreads across your face. Slowly you remove your fingers from Eddie’s ass. His red and rock-hard cock bobs, leaking precum. Edward lets out a small sob from the loss of fullness.
🧩 You move his hand from his ass and gently roll him onto his back. His eyes look up at you, so wet and pleading. His gaze trails from your face down to the silicone cock jutting from your hips. You can feel his excitement radiating off of him.
🧩 You position yourself between his legs and pale, thick thighs come up to cradle your hips. You run your hands down those soft thighs and drag your nails across the skin on their way back up.
🧩 Edward shivers and gulps, his pupils blown wide. Anxious hands grip the blanket.
🧩 You pick the lubricant bottle back up and make a show for your sweet butt slut. You drizzle lube onto the faux cock. Wrap your fingers around the length and stroke it slowly, to make sure it is coated and slick.
🧩 Edward licks his lips and groans at the sight. His hand shoots down to grip the dildo and he begins to wiggle himself into the tip.
🧩 With a wicked grin, you roll your hips forward, pressing your new cock into his tight yet eager hole. You laugh softly and coo, “Is this what you want, baby? Want me to fuck your little virgin ass?”
🧩 His groans turn into sobs. His eyes roll back into his head and his hands fly to your shoulders. He arches up off the bed and hooks his legs around yours in an attempt to press himself as close to you as possible.
🧩 Before he can pull you down, you pull back. Confusion blooms on Edwards's face but is quickly replaced by pleasure when he feels lube trickle onto his throbbing dick.
🧩 You close the lube bottle and toss it away to the other side of the bed. You hold his gaze as you lower yourself until your naked chests are pressed against each other. His slickened member is trapped between your bellies.
🧩 Edward’s face goes slack and a prolonged groan of ‘oh’ escapes his mouth. Your lips press against his in a soft kiss to drink his moans.
🧩 Desire burns in his veins and chokes his lungs. The only word he can say is more. He wants to be engulfed by you. Buried inside you. Absorbed into the fabric of your being. He wraps his arms and legs around you, constricting like a snake.
🧩 You roll your hips, pumping into him slowly. Pressing your body down onto him. His wet, rigid cock slithering between you. Trailing kisses down his jaw and neck until you reach the junction of neck and shoulder.
🧩 You are reminded of your first time with him. Here, in this bed, he had made his first declaration of devotion. The time has come for you to make your own declaration.
🧩 The words come out more aggressive than you intend, fueled by your passion. Passion built on his whines and moans, pushing his ass against you, his turgid member pulsing between your bodies.
🧩 “Mine,” you growl against his clammy skin.
🧩 Edwards's entire body tenses and he pulls in a sharp intake of breath. A second bullet has hit him in the stomach. Sharp fragments tear his insides apart. He feels so full; so overwhelmed by the sensation of you on and in him. Enveloping him in a pleasure so sweet it is painful.
🧩 “Yours,” he somehow squeaks out.
🧩 His admission rings in your ears. A cacophony of mute and heavy bells that propel you to sink your teeth into the soft, pale flesh of his neck. Grinding your pelvis into his gives you a delicious friction against your clit. Teeth planted firmly you continue to growl a litany of mine. Mine. Mine.
🧩 Edward’s mind goes peacefully blank. His stomach clenches. His ball sack tightens. He is awash in a sea of overwhelming ecstasy.
🧩 The grimy city can’t touch him here. No sadness chases him. No darkness, only your light. It all falls away until there is only you.
🧩 Thick, hot jets of his seed spurt between you and coat your bellies. A low, keening wail rips from his chest. His arms squeeze you tightly and you slow your grinding to a stop.
🧩 You replace your bite with a soft kiss and whisper, “You did so good for me, baby.”
🧩 A smile slowly spreads across his love-drunk face, the rise and fall of his chest gradually evening out as he catches his breath.
🧩 You press a kiss to his cheek, “Good boy. Let me clean you up. Okay, honey?” Edward nods but doesn’t loosen his grip on you.
🧩 “Eddie, baby, you’re going to have to let me go.” You laugh softly.
🧩 “Oh!” He huffs out with a laugh, “Right!”
🧩 He lets his arms fall to the mattress and giggles a little, still floating on his high. You give him one more kiss on the cheek before raising yourself and pulling out of him slowly.
🧩 Edward’s eyes flutter closed. He lets out a soft cry from overstimulation.
🧩 Once you have removed yourself fully, you give him a light pat on the thigh and say, “Wait right here, baby.” His head lolls to the side and he nods lazily.
🧩 You climb off the bed and pad to the bathroom. The harness unlatches fairly easily and you let it fall to the floor to clean later. After grabbing a clean washcloth from under the sink, you turn the water on and let it run until the water comes out warm. You run the cloth under the stream to wet it then wring out the excess. The mess is easily wiped from your stomach and rinsed from the cloth. You wring it out once more, turn off the tap, and return to your boyfriend.
🧩 Edward lies there, his body languid for once. His eyes half closed and a dreamy smile on his face. A similar smile spreads across your own face. A warmth spreads in your chest.
🧩 You cross the room to him and gently wipe his belly. He giggles softly. You fold the cloth in half and tenderly clean his softened cock. He whimpers and furrows his brow. You fold the cloth one last time and swipe his tushy. He jumps a little.
🧩 The cloth makes a soft plop as it hits the floor beside the bed. You crawl up onto the mattress and curl yourself against his side, one leg draped over his.
🧩 Edward’s arms come up to wrap around you and he lets out a deep sigh. Worry nibbles at the peace you had just created.
🧩“You… Um, you didn’t cum. Did you?” He manages to stutter out. “No, honey, I didn’t.” You rub soothing circles on his chest as you continue with a mischievous lilt in your voice, “But... That’s okay. I know you’ll make it up to me later!”
🧩 “I c-could go down on you,” Edward says and chews his lip thoughtfully.
🧩 Your voice is playful but firm, “No, Eddie, you’ve done enough. You were such a good boy for me! Now, I want you to relax.”
🧩 Eddie turns his head to face you and opens his mouth as if to speak. Before he can get out a single syllable, you’ve raised your finger to gently shush him.
🧩 “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ’yes ma’am’, then I don’t want to hear it!” Your finger is replaced by your lips. The kiss is gentle and sweet.
🧩 Edward relaxes and says softly, “Yes, ma’am.”
🧩 You giggle and kiss him again. “That’s my good boy.”