Coming of Age - Episode 1 E-Book

Ida J

• Herausgeber: Berlinable UG (haftungsbeschränkt)
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 24

Beschreibung

After asking a hookup to give her a black eye, Ida J. returns to memories of her first BDSM experiences. A recent art school drop out in London Ida J. happened to casually like pain. In search of painful pleasures, she stumbles upon a kinky café and bookshop and in the absence of initiation rites and rituals involving pain, she decides to learn more about BDSM from group that met weekly in the café's basement. At one such meeting, and not appropriately dressed for such kink, Ida J. receives her inaugural spanking. The experience of contrasting pleasures opens her eyes to BDSM. She longs for more. She continues to explore the world of painful desires and at one meeting, she offers her body to be bound in rope by a gorgeous porn star. At an underground London club, Ida. J. develops a heightened taste for pain in the form of needles. Each prick of the sharp objects through her skin is accompanied by droplets of blood, and euphoria soon follows. However, this act is more like wearing extraordinary jewelry, and is a stepping stone in her journey, one that ultimately leads to Jason, her first love.

Leseprobe

COMING OF AGE

Episode 1

The Inaugural Spanking

Ida J

Artcover: Ray Litsala

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

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I once made a man give me a black eye.

It was the first time, in a long time, I’d really gone into the depths of masochism. Its resurgence unnerved me, grabbing me by the throat and awakening the pervert I am at heart.

We’d been on a few dates, this man and I, let’s call him Karl. He got under my skin like few people ever have. We had such an intense sexual connection. In many ways, he reminded me of my first love, Jason - tall, roguish, flamboyant. But it’ll be a minute before we get to Jason.

Karl and I were out at some bar, getting wine drunk and bantering. We headed back to the apartment where he was staying (between houses, house sitting for friends). In a small bedroom, we pounced on each other, and I knew it was going to get rough; it was that kind of night.

He slapped my face, an act I allow only under very specific circumstances. If the wrong person ever tried it, I’d likely retaliate. I liked it when he slapped me, his muscular torso leaning over my body and that look on his face that belies his dominance. I reeled and said, “do it again,” egging him on to hit me harder, while Britpop plays in the background. The whole affair was some surreal comedy.

My legs were thrown back in the air near my shoulders. My feet bounced off the headboard. He fucked my arse. We were using olive oil, having run out of lube.

He slapped the back of my thighs, then held my throat and whacked my face again. I was breathing hard, mouth open, sweating profusely due to my extreme exertion and the summer heat. My arsehole burned as he delivered an almighty thrust. “Harder!” I told him. He smacked my face again. Involuntarily, I retreated from the impact. He was pleased with himself, and I looked him in the eye, defiant, goading him to go further.