Liberator Lusty Lit 2019 - New Pillow
I am a pillow humper. That sounds so raunchy. But I don't know how else to really express it. Pillow rider? Goose feather wrestler? Soft saddle girl? Cushion pusher? Memory foam mounter? Headrest Empress? I've never really talked about it so I never needed a label. It was just my dirty little secret for my alone time. It's how I learned to masturbate. And it was never broken, so I never fixed it. I never had to talk about it or name it until Robert came into my life.
Robert and I talked for a few weeks online and exchanged a few mildly spicy pics. He was even better looking in person and so funny and charming. I hadn't intended to go past a goodnight kiss on the first date. But I went home with him in the end.
We made out for a while on the couch. Urgent, frenzied like teenagers. He broke off an ultra steamy kiss to take my face in his hands and stroke my lips with his thumb. "I want you." He said in a low, lustful way.
"I want you too. Now." I whined.
"Let's show each other first." He leaned his head down and was kissing along the column of my neck as he spoke. Making it very hard to concentrate.
"Show each other?" I asked with a moan from those teasing, tempting neck kisses.
He stood up and offered me his hand. He brought me down the hall to his bedroom. I headed straight for the four-post bed. But he gently tugged me towards a standing chest of drawers. He opened each drawer, a little more than the last, to create a terraced view of the contents of each drawer. They were all full of sex toys! The top drawer was filled with bullets and other small vibes. The middle drawer was laid out beautifully with the bigger vibrators for internal fun. The bottom drawer was filled with various dildos and butt plugs. Robert was clearly a collector.
"I want you to show me what you like. Use the toys to show me how you like to be touched." He was stroking my bare arm as he explained. He brought me to the bed. He had me sit on the edge of it, facing the sex toy dresser and an interesting piece of furniture I hadn't noticed yet.
It was a day lounger. It looked like a very comfortable half of an hourglass to lay on. It was matte black with six rounded wooden feet.
"It's from a bedroom adventure company called Liberator. They make exquisite sex furniture." He laid his blazer on another armoire and started to unbutton his shirt. "This is the Esse Chaise II, black label. It serves to lift us into the best positions to please each other in remarkable ways." Then his shirt was unbuttoned and untucked. He released his belt but didn't remove it. "I'm going to show you what I like. And then when you are ready you will get a toy or two out of the drawer and show me what you like. You stay on the bed and I'll be right here, and we will watch each other." He said with an authority that excited me and made me eager to play. "Start whenever you want, whenever you need to touch yourself." He unzipped his pants.
He pushed them down just enough to expose his black boxers. He pulled out his lengthy, girthy, beautiful cock. It was rock hard and the vision of perfect masculinity. He sat on the end of the Esse Chaise and slowly leaned back. He was the perfect image of Renaissance erotica. He took his rod in hand and began to tug on it, jerking it towards me as he watched me. My pussy was instantly wet with my desire.
My pulse was racing and my body was screaming for attention. Without even thinking, I rose and walked over to the dresser. I had to pry my eyes from him to search the toys. But there was nothing there that I wanted to try. Embarrassed, I went back to the bed. I turned to him and began to strip out of my jeans and panties. His eyes were so hungry. But also questioning since I hadn't picked a toy. I grabbed a pillow. I straddled it on the foot of the bed, facing him. And I began to grind on it. My clit was throbbing and my pussy was dripping.
We watched each other as he stroked himself past the tipping point. As I rode that pillow like I was getting paid for mileage. Watching him cum into his hand was so erotic and provocative. A moment later I had my orgasm, drenching the pillow.
After we both got in the bed and cuddled. We were naked and tangled together. But we didn't have sex.
That happened the morning after. And it was glorious.
The next day I received a package at work. In it was a box from Liberator. The Humphrey Pillow Toy Mount.
It was a very clever piece of discrete furniture for someone like me, a pillow rider. It looked like a regular pillow but could support a dildo or vibrating wand. So I could hump my pillow and fuck a toy. It was brilliant. And I loved that Robert loved what made me happy. That he wouldn't take away my choice mode for pleasure but he would make it even better, if he could.
We use that pillow nearly nightly now. With a dildo, it is our pretend bull or boyfriend, who fucks me in one hole while Robert claims another. Or fucks me while I suck Robert's perfect cock. Or just when we watch each other like we did that first night.
I am a pillow humper and that will never change. But it does just keep getting better and better.
