Playing

A special thank you to Alex, for inspiring this episode- even if you are shy about it. After Dungeons and Dragons, we unwind and you taste all of me. Adult play is so fun :)

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Transcript

Metallica (recording) 0:00
[Instrumental music]

Tiffany 0:28
Hello, this is Heathen Hippie speaking. [Deep breath] Thank you for joining me for some relaxation and release. The world is a really shitty place right now, please be kind and respectful to each other. That's the least that we can do. In addition, if you can please register to vote. Absentee ballots are available if you can't make it to the polls on voting day. When we can let’s focus on joy and fun stuff! I personally like to consider sexual exploration as the type of game that only adults get to play. [Giggle] It does help relieve stress. The song opener for this week is The Call of Ktulu by Metallica. A special thank you to Alex for the inspiration. 
Our story this week is called Playing.

We carpool to Dungeons and Dragons this week and we're smoking after. You said it's on you. I'm very grateful. I’m rolling a blunt and I’m sure to show the full extent of my tongue by licking the wrap slowly. You rolled me my first blunt and I still have a thing for it, when people roll pearls for me. Thanks for starting that habit. I'll repay the favor this evening.

You’re our dungeon master, so I know that you like power and control at least a little bit, and I’ve been eyeing you up and down ready to give myself over to you any way you want.  Now that we’re in the car and the blunt is rolled, I reach over and run my index finger over a scorch hole on your pants.  I look up at your soft lips parted and place the blunt on the edge of my mouth to light it. I pull my hand away from you. 
I realize my touch may have been too much; I’m not trying to make you feel trapped in my car. My cheeks turn bright red as I look over and pass it, “I’m sorry for intruding on your personal space just now,” I say, and I motion toward the invisible art I traced on that scorch . “It’s not a problem,” you tell me. You're smiling. I remember you told me that you’re not shy about asking people to fuck off. 

I ask this time about touching the scorch marks before I do. My whole hand hovers around your thigh midair. Your eyes are wide as I don’t touch you, but I'm close enough for there to be raw tension between us. You nod and my hand settles down, playing with the tiny burns on the fabric. I scoot closer to you and lay my head on your shoulder. When it’s my turn for the blunt, I place my lips around the lit end. It’s warm in my mouth as your lips blow smoke from the other side. Lady and the Tramp pops into my head, our faces just inches apart. I pop the cherrying blunt out of my mouth and I exhale through my nostrils. My face tingles. [Giggle]

We put out the blunt on the glass of the window as you lean me back onto the seat. Your nose nuzzles mine before our lips wrap around each other. I mirror your gentility. It makes me shy for your lips to be so warm and sweet, so soft. [Giggle] I suck on the bottom one like a candy, running my tongue across it in patterns. My hands start to explore. They stroke your hair, tuck behind your ears. I pinch your earlobe between my fingers. I scratch your neck lightly. Your body is heavy on top of mine as you grind ever so inchingly to the song. [Groans]

I'm breathing into your ear. Your pants seam is rubbing right on my clit and it’s making my eyes water. My mouth is so hungry, wet and dry at the same time from cotton mouth. I explore your neck and your collar bone, leaving a little trail with my tongue while you lift your hips off of mine and your hand cups between my legs. Even though you’re over fabric, you’re finding my spots, sensitive and swollen.  You massage my inner thighs. I know I’ve ruined these underwear.

We gasp for air. [Deep breaths] Untangling ourselves, we open the car doors. It’s steamy. [Giggle] Outside on the abandoned, dirt road it's still humid, but there's  not condensation on me. There’s one light and a tree shielding me from its glare. As I lay my head down on the cool metal of the car, I hear the lighter spark. So I know the blunt is relit. I prop myself up on my elbows. You walk up behind me and wrap your arms around me to hand me the blunt. Your hand holds the back f my neck and massages as your hips into the hood of the car and I arch myself back a little.I hand the blunt back and lean over to rest my head. I need another point of contact to keep myself up.

Your free hand scratches up my back and grasps my hair. You tug a little and I arch back into you more. I wiggle my hips back and forth. Your hand tightens. The fingernails burn on their way back down through my shirt, and they hook onto my waistband. You tug down and I shimmy back and forth to help, [Giggle] or maybe just to give you a little show. As you take my pants and put them around my ankles, your hands travel back up and spread my legs apart in a V. It’s really nice to have the car to hang onto. I'm [Giggle] shaking with anticipation. Your hands run up the insides of my thighs and they touch my underwear. I can feel they’re wet and you rub the fabric in so that my folds eat up the cotton of my soiled panties. {Gasp] I can feel the stubble on your cheeks and your hot breath as you bury your face between my legs. [Cough] I can feel your tongue tasting, making my clit swell and my thighs grow sticky. [Moans] 

Your tongue moves down to my clit and then up to my front hole, [Groan] my back hole. You rim me through my underwear. Your tongue prods, and I'm slipping and sliding. I feel wanton, so viscerally empty, jumpy, and I do jump when your hands are suddenly on my hips, rolling that last layer of clothing off while I whimper before you. [Groan]

Your face is gone, [Groan] so I eagerly welcome the finger that glides into me. It hooks down and circles. Your massage relaxes my lower body. I’m limp on the car and shaking as your mouth meets my sensitive skin. [Moans] Another finger enters and they press to make me shiver. Then both leave. You wrap your tongue around me and lick all the way up my ass crack. [Groan] You do it again [Gasp] and I shudder- [Moans] a big slippery mess.

You kiss my ass cheek, start sucking to leave a love mark and slip fingers inside me so that I feel full. [Moans] I throw myself back on your hooked fingers. Your thumb berating a sticky pink button while your fingers massage inside me achingly. You're pressing me into the car as you work and I squirm in pleasure.

“Can I please cum?” I ask you. You say nothing. Your face buries into my legs and suckles on me hard. [Moans] “Please,” I manage to get out. Your fingers inside me increase in speed and pressure as I start to cum, [Groan] flexing around your hand and moving myself back onto you more [Gasp] as I lose myself. I feel my muscles tingle, they release, [Moan] over and over as you taste me. I can’t stop and I hear you gasp as I squirt onto your face. "Oh my, oh!"

You rub between my legs, lick me up and down thoroughly again, and rise from your knees. [Gasp] I’m shaking, focusing hard on keeping myself up. I relish in the mess you've made me, how dirty with cum dripping down my legs. I stand up slowly and turn to face you. I put my hands on either side of your face and pull you toward me. I lick your face clean. I lick your face clean and kiss you, savoring in the sweetness of your mouth. I sit back on the car. I wish I wasn’t such a greedy bitch sometimes, but I’m ready for more.

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