Birthday Sex

It’s my birthday. I’m driving, but I don’t know where we’re going. 

This morning, they woke me up with a kiss, wished me a happy birthday, and then told me to pack our bags for the weekend. I wasn’t sure what to pack. Some clothing, some food, a tote bag full of toys, and our water bottles. They looked in the bags and nodded. “Good job.” 

Now, I’m driving. They are sitting in the passenger seat, occasionally reaching over to put their hand on my thigh, and occasionally telling me to turn left or right. 

I steal glances at them when I can. They are gorgeous. We buzzed our heads together about a year and a half ago, but their dark brown hair has grown to their shoulders already. We’re driving with the sunroof open, so they tie it up in a ponytail and put on their sunglasses. They are wearing a crop top that makes their big tits look incredible. Relaxed and happy, they lean back and put their feet up on the dashboard, and I try not to get distracted by their thighs which are now on display.  

We listen to a shared favorite podcast, one about modern medicine, and talk about all the ways we wish the system were better. Make it free!! “For everyone!!” 

It’s been about three hours of driving when they say, “Pull in here.” 

It’s a cabin on a lake in the north. Inside is pretty small but has everything we need, and outside is a porch, a dock, a firepit, kayaks and canoes, fishing gear, and a shed full of assorted outdoorsy gear. It’s so beautiful, and everything I could have ever asked for. Thank you so much. It’s perfect. We kiss. “You’re welcome, babe.”

We unpack and eat salmon and rice on the porch, looking out over the water together and talking. 

“Are you excited for your thirties?” Yeah, I really am. “What are you looking forward to most?” More adventures with you. 

They smile, and tell me to take my shirt off. My chest has only been flat for five months, and I’m thrilled to show it off. My scars are healing well. They look me up and down for a while and tell me I look hot. 

I wash the dishes while they lounge, and then we walk down to the dock on the lake. It’s early in the season and we’re far north, so the water is likely still pretty cold. They reach over and pull down my sweatpants. I look around. There are other houses on the lake a little ways away, but no one seems to be outside. I step out of my pants and stand there in my boxers, soaking in the late afternoon sun. 

“Jump in the water.” I glance down at the clear water and back up. They’re grinning at me. “Jump in.” 

I do, and it’s just as cold as I imagined. I tread water for a moment and start to swim to shore. They shake their head. “No, come here.” I swim to the edge of the dock and hold on. They sit down, dangle their feet in the water near me, and hold their hand on my head.

“Take a deep breath.” I do, and they push me under. I hold one hand on their leg so I can tap out if I need to, but I don’t need to. They hold me down just long enough and pull me up by my hair. Breath play is new but quickly becoming one of our favorite games. Choking was fun, but this was even better. I have grown to love giving over every part of myself, even my breathing. They tell me again, “Take a deep breath,” and I happily do. They hold me under and I’m so fucking hard already. The cold water, the control. They pull me up and make me breathe normally for a minute. “Deep breath.” I do and they push me under again. I let myself just float, not treading water, just existing, waiting for further instruction. I breathe when they tell me to breathe. With every second I can’t breathe, getting more turned on. Just as I start to reach my limit, they pull me up. 

“Take your boxers off.” Still in the water, I reach down and pull the soaked cotton off my body. I place them on the dock and go back to treading water. “You must be getting cold. Time to get out.” 

I swim to shore and look around again before standing up. I still don’t see anyone. They hand me my things to carry, and I scurry back up to the cabin while we both laugh a little at how funny I look running naked, soaking wet, with my arms full of wet clothing. 

They tell me to wait on the porch so I don’t get the cabin wet, and I’m grateful when they bring out two towels that are warm from sitting in the sunlight streaming through the windows all day. I stand still while they dry me off and look at me lovingly. “That’s better. Come inside.” 

Inside the cabin is a futon, a sink and stovetop, a bathroom, and a loft with a bed. They lead me to the ladder to the loft, but before I start to climb up they tell me to turn around. 

I smile and reach out my hands for the cuffs. They attach the cuffs overhead to the top of the ladder. I can turn in circles under the ladder with my hands directly above me. They leave my legs free. 

“Are you still cold?” I nod. “I’m sure we can find a way to warm you up. Shake your ass for me.” 

I do, and they reach out and spank me. I grin. “You just turned thirty, so why don’t you count these up to thirty for me.” 

They spank me hard–one thank you–and again on the other cheek–two thank you–and I moan and stick my ass out for more. Another few good slaps–three, FOUR, FIVE THANK YOU–and then too many too fast; I try to keep up but I lose my place. “I guess we’ll have to start over, then.” 

We get to TWENTY-FIVE THANK YOU and they say the last five will be the hardest. Yes please thank you thank you. TWENTY-NINE THANK YOU. THIRTY THANK YOU THANK YOU. 

They stand me up and turn me around, then smile at me and grab a flogger. “Spread your legs.” They know how sensitive my thighs are. I brace myself. They twirl the flogger around, just barely grazing me gently, and I shiver and giggle waiting for the impact. Finally they start to aim directly at the insides of my thighs. Each sting makes me gasp, and I jump out of position. “Keep those legs spread,” they remind me. They aim only at my left leg for a minute and I whimper, my legs trembling. I look down and see how pink I’m getting. They switch legs and I breathe out, grateful for the change. When both of my legs are stinging, they drop the flogger and squat down to slap me with their hands. I scream. They slap me again and then just as fast as I feel the pain they have their hand on my clit. They laugh. “You’re so hard, and so wet. You love this, huh?” I nod. Yes, I love this. 

They stand back up and look at me, grinding my hips on absolutely nothing, just so ready to get fucked. “I might just leave you here for a bit actually. Slapping you around gets me wet too.” I grin and watch as they walk to the futon, pulling off their clothes. 

I swivel around to see them better, with my hands still overhead. They lean back into a pile of pillows and I see that they’ve pulled out one of the vibrators. “Can you see everything okay?” they ask. Yes, yes I can, thank you for letting me watch. 

I stand there, still grinding my hips in the air, as they spread their legs and hold the vibrator on their clit. They touch their nipples and I whimper, wishing I were fucking them. They cum after a minute and I feel my own clit throbbing. They cum again and lie there looking at me, laughing. “You’re so fucking submissive. Look at you.” I grin back at them. 

They untie my hands and tell me to get them a seltzer, to get the tote bag of toys, and to climb the ladder upstairs. I do, and they follow. Upstairs, they sit me down in front of them and lean me backward with my legs spread open. They hand me their drink. “If you spill it, you don’t get to cum today.” I nod and grip the seltzer for dear life while they start to slap me lightly with a crop. They hit my sides and my stomach, which doesn’t hurt much, but when they start to slap my thighs again I wince. They hit me a few times lightly, then hard. It takes all my focus not to jerk my arms and spill the drink, but somehow I manage. “Good job.” They take it from me. 

They tell me to lean forward and open my mouth and I do. They shove their fingers in and I suck on them. They pull them out and slap my face, then shove a ball gag in my mouth. I love this shit. 

They pull the leather strap tight around my head and buckle it into place, then push me down. They grab the vibrator and place it on my clit. They plug my nose, holding my breath for me. They let go. UNgghhhh–“Don’t cum. Breathe in.” They plug my nose again. They let go. GUHHHH–“You’re not allowed to cum yet. Breathe in.” They hold my breath and I’m so close. They let go. AHHHH–“No.” They take the vibrator away. My eyes are closed, but I hear them squirt lube onto one of the dicks. I don’t even see which one, I’m begging for it through the ball gag. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEFUCKMEPLEASE. “Do you think you earned it? Do you think you’re ready for it?” PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.

They rub the dick against my clit and then press it into me, just slightly. “Do you need it?” PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.

They press the dick the rest of the way into me and start fucking me hard and fast. I hear the vibrator click back on and feel them press that against me, on my clit but I feel it vibrating the dick inside me too. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.

They keep going and I’m gasping for air. Nothing has ever felt so good.

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

I’m close.

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

I try to make the words come out cleary through the ball gag.

CAN I CUM IM GONNA CUM CAN I CUM CAN I CUM 

“Yes.”

FUUUUCCKKKKK 

My body twists and my legs close around everything, holding the dick inside me and grabbing at the vibrator, holding it all against me tight.

FUUUCCCKKK

I collapse and drop the vibrator, and after a moment they slide the dick out of me too, and kiss me gently on the forehead. They reach to undo the ball gag.

“Good job.” 

We both laugh. They kiss me on my lips now, and say “Can I get you some water?” I nod and give a thumbs up, still dazed and basking in the post-orgasm melty headspace. I feel so happy and loved and grateful to be in a partnership where we are constantly evolving and trying new things together. When they hand me some water, I sit up. 

“How are you feeling?” Fantastic. That was so hot. “You’re telling me!!” 

I lean over and put my head on their lap. I love you. “I love you, too.” We sit like this, each gently caressing the other, for a few minutes. 
“Want to get cozy and watch a movie?” That’s perfect.

Photo by Alexandra Patrusheva