{"id":2090,"date":"2019-06-02T22:08:40","date_gmt":"2019-06-02T22:08:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bettybutch.com\/?p=2090"},"modified":"2023-07-27T16:17:57","modified_gmt":"2023-07-27T16:17:57","slug":"the-sex-i-should-have-had-at-my-airbnb-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bettybutch.com\/index.php\/2019\/06\/02\/the-sex-i-should-have-had-at-my-airbnb-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Queer Sex Diaries: The Sex I Should Have Had at My Airbnb"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"A<\/p>\n[Content Notes:<\/strong> Rough sex, oral sex, breath play, water torture, forced orgasms, smoking\/ashtray kink, bootlicking.]\n

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Recently Buster and I went on a roadtrip to see our nephew\u2019s graduation. It was our first real roadtrip as adults (and it only took a decade<\/em> to get around to.) While we were both excited to see sprawling hills dotted with frolicking cows, the most exciting aspect of traveling was staying at an Airbnb.<\/p>\n

If you didn\u2019t know, Buster and I live in the poor people\u2019s version of a tiny house: a 20-foot RV from the late 1980\u2019s. There\u2019s a lot to love about RV living, but sometimes you just want a little more room to move<\/em>. Renting an entire apartment<\/em> for a night was an opportunity I couldn\u2019t wait to take advantage of.<\/p>\n

But while I packed an entire duffel bag of sex toys, lingerie<\/a>, and high expectations, our plans for getting frisky on someone else\u2019s property fell flat. As it turns out, driving for 13 hours straight depletes one\u2019s desire for vigorous sex on ten different surfaces.<\/p>\n

So to commemorate the orgasms that could have been, here\u2019s a few fantasies I had while blinking sleepily at my surroundings before crawling into bed and being dead for eight hours.<\/p>\n

the bedroom<\/em><\/h4>\n

I grab Buster by the hair and force them to their knees on the worn carpet, smacking their jaw to wordlessly demand they part their lips for my cock<\/a>. They can smell the leather of my harness<\/a> and the unfamiliar, vaguely fruity smell of an unseen glade plug-in \u2013 a subtle yet present reminder that this is not our space. They gag with every impatient shove of my hips, their jaw flexing against the urge to dig their teeth into the dildo<\/a>\u2019s soft-over-hard surface, but they\u2019re too polite to drool on a floor that isn\u2019t ours. And too polite not to swallow what\u2019s given to them.<\/p>\n

After, I fuck them on the soft, sinking memoryfoam mattress, with their hands on my shoulders and my mouth on their tits.<\/p>\n

the tub<\/em><\/h4>\n

The bathtub isn\u2019t especially impressive \u2013 if anything, it\u2019s kinda small. But we don\u2019t have a tub at home, so I run Buster a bath under the pretense of helping them unwind. They\u2019re wise to my tricks, but they step into the warm water anyway \u2013 and as soon as they\u2019re sitting, I shove their head back beneath the water.<\/p>\n

Restricting their breathing is probably my favorite way of dominating them. They struggle at first, but then loosen up, gripping the side of the tub with black-painted nails that tap against the porcelain when I ask too long, too much.<\/p>\n

They help me get a Satisfyer<\/a> situated on their dick, and I hold it firm \u2013 I\u2019ve heard the suction-like pulsations are stronger when submerged. Buster\u2019s thrashing and quaking as I click to higher settings, water sloshing on the tile floor. (Which is fine, because our host has provided a truly obscene number of clean towels.) If they\u2019re crying from the hard, suckling waves enveloping their dick, I can\u2019t tell; their sopping hair is in their face and mascara is running all the way down to their chin.<\/p>\n

the yellow chair<\/em><\/h4>\n

I\u2019m wearing boots and a tank top and nothing else, sitting in the cute little armchair by the door. I\u2019m not smoking but I wish I was; instead, I slowly run my fingertips over my lower lip, watching Buster crawl around the coffee table. They have to lower themselves to their belly to be at the right level to kiss my boot, but I like knowing they\u2019re presenting themselves as lowly as physically possible. As their tongue drags over the rigid, tasteless faux leather of my cheap boots, I\u2019m thankful I stopped smoking years ago \u2013 where would I put my cigarette out now, if not on my good boy\u2019s naked shoulders?<\/p>\n

If they\u2019re good, I\u2019m going to spread my thighs and let them lick me clean. If they\u2019re bad \u2013 or if I decide to pretend they are \u2013 then I\u2019m just going to rub their face against my cunt while I watch TV.<\/p>\n

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Magic Wand Rechargeable<\/a>, Tantus They\/Them<\/a> dildo in an Ardor leather harness<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

the glass desk<\/em><\/h4>\n

Glass furniture has always made me nervous, being a clumsy autistic. The tiny glass desk in the bedroom is no different \u2013 the fact that it\u2019s so close to the route I have to walk to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night fills me with dread.<\/p>\n

So how I end up leaning over it with my palms flat on the glass is almost inconceivable. I\u2019m draped in some scant, lacy thing from our lingerie bag, self-conscious of how it contrasts to the hair on my legs and armpits and the gender soup in my brain. Buster stands behind me, reaching around my hip to hold a wand<\/a> against my cunt. I don\u2019t like to stand during sex, especially with someone else\u2019s glass desk in front of me, but the aggressive vibrations don\u2019t give a shit what I want.<\/p>\n

Or maybe that\u2019s Buster.<\/p>\n

the bed, again<\/em><\/h4>\n

Buster\u2019s body is hot from sleep as I nuzzle between their thighs, their sleepy faux protests making me grin as I lick last night\u2019s come \u2013 marbled with this morning\u2019s \u2013 from their crinkled inner labia. I love how their taste has changed over the years, and I eat them out with enthusiasm, smothered by the rasp of their bush on my face. I\u2019m never happier than burying my face into that curly thatch.<\/p>\n

The bed is so, so soft beneath us, so unlike the decades-old mattress with its fucked-up springs back home. Sinking into this one makes me think of floating on ocean waves; it\u2019s bliss<\/em>. Impulsively, I draw my hands up behind myself, chasing that floating feeling towards subspace as I fuck Buster on my tongue.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s home, and not home, at the same time.<\/p>\n

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