Moaningful Confessions | A Spicy Night

Moaningful Confessions | A Spicy Night

Every Sunday night, my boyfriend and I have a customary hot wings night. We believe in the ring of fire creating wings, nothing mild. These wings would emit enough heat to toast several bags of marshmallows. After devouring what some would call the absolute mother of all wings, leaving our lips extra plumped and the bowels churning, we moved on to a “movie night”. 

My boyfriend put on his onesie while I showered and got rid of the traces of the wings. Movie night lead into some rather kinky and fanatical fooling around. I unzipped his onesies and threw the laptop to the side. My horniness was now uncontrollable and my desire for cock increased. 

Little did we know, as the horniness increased so would the heat. Our bodies collided and his unwashed hands begin their exploration in my nether region. As his hands brushed over my pants, his kisses on my neck become longer and the grabbing becomes firmer. As we move from the stages of foreplay to fucking, a rather cold tingly sensation appears. I started to wonder whether I’m just extremely sensitive and horny. Or did my boyfriend just cover my vagina in our intense spicy goodness of a sauce?

Finally our legs were swinging in the air, our sex faces at their prime. The tingly sensation skyrockets and became like a radiated heater firing right up my vagina. As if someone had used it to store their Carolina reapers. I looked at my boyfriend while holding my vagina and asked whether he had washed he hands beforehand. After a short pause, he responded with a slight shake of the head. My discomfort was cured with the sheer crisp air of my Dunedin flat.

As round two begun, I forgot about the discomfort and lessons from the previous session. Once again, I’m in the fucking heat of the moment (literally) and begin to feel the discomfort however. I continue as I am unsure whether it’s really spicing up my sex life or not. 

After roughly 15 minutes he finished and started noticing the symptoms of fire dick. Yes, he did make me cum a couple times but I am not talking about that. I am talking about how he is now waving his dick in the air trying to cool it down as the spice creeps up his shaft.

A piece of advice? Wash your hands.

This article first appeared in Issue 15, 2021.
Posted 4:45pm Sunday 18th July 2021 by Critic.