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Playing an instrument May 16, 2011

Posted by Leah in Fellatio, Public, Random hookups.

I play flute in an amateur orchestra. We perform in public ten times a year. We are not a large ensemble, nor musicians of stature or importance. Many of the people who come to hear us play are our friends. The concerts are followed by an after party, featuring drinking and merriment. These are often the prelude to sex. Musicians have a reputation for sleeping around. It can be a fun exercise to see who pairs with whom at the end of the night. When the head rush, elation, and kinetic energy of a performance fills up the arteries and veins, the tension often demands a sexual release.

Gi, who plays French horn, extricated me from a tedious conversation with a violist’s friends. The pub we had chosen for the night’s festivities opens to a street from which various side alleys deviate. I wanted air, and as it was a lovely night, we took our bottles outside. Gi needed to piss, so he found a shadowy place and irrigated a stone wall. When he finished, before he could cover up, I went to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He protested, though his penis stiffened almost at once. The coating of urine over the eye added a tinge of sharpness to the taste of his perspiration.

Working the trousers open, I lowered Gi’s pants. He passively let me. But he was alert to our location. Fretfulness and worry weighted his carriage. His eyes had a nervous lateral movement. Anxious about our surroundings, he looked as though he would flee at any moment. My fingers reached up into his shirt and smoothed softly down to dissipate the tenseness in his muscles. Gi kept his pubis and balls shaved. I lapped the sensitive skin on either side of his cock.

With the cloth pooled around his ankles, I turned my hand about the shaft and bobbed over the front third of his penis. Elevating my tongue against the underside, I washed the glans with mouthfuls of saliva.

Gi exhaled an expressive sigh.

Briefly withdrawing the erection from my lips, I licked wet stripes parallel to the veins along the bottom surface of the shaft, lapped especially at the frenulum, and returned to sucking him. My cheeks bowed inward. My tongue circled the crown and tasted precome there. Lips exerting pressure all around, I rotated my face to a 4/4 beat.

No longer nonplussed, he reached a hand into my bra and cupped my tits. His fingers also played with my ponytail.

He liked it when I held the cock vertical and sucked the balls beneath. Because the contact of my tongue with the perineum elicited such powerful moans, I concentrated my attention there, sweeping the flat tongue from side to side over that responsive patch of skin. The front of the tongue lifting to make a cup, I applied the point to the crease between the groin and the leg.

Gi collected stray tendrils of hair behind my ears. When he lowered the cock and held it out to me, I rubbed my nose along the pubis, planted a kiss over the groin, and returned to sucking the shaft with a simple up and down motion. My arms wrapped his legs, and I raised my eyes to him. Spit leaked from the circumference of my lips. The cobble in the mews bit into my kneecaps, but I cared not at all. Hands twisting over the base of the cock and on his balls, I straightened my posture and continued.

As I sucked him, I mused about how much I loved this act. I procure pleasure from having a lover’s shaft resident inside my lips. It is intrinsically a submissive gesture for me to be on my knees this way. Head lowered, I do my obeisance.

I hummed to a distant unheard music. It was a fugue in D minor. I stepped through the variations, modulating the tempo, accelerating, decelerating, employing more tongue, employing less, tightening the seal of the lips, sucking louder, sucking softer, sucking harder, sucking wetter. My movements became slurred. My movements were discrete and precise. My fingers played counterpoint over his balls. I pushed two fingers up against the perineum and rocked my hand from the wrist to apply a generous vibrato there. Letting his earnest sighs give me accompaniment, I gently raked teeth over the helmet. I scratched the insides of his thighs and performed a glide, eliding the notes as I did.

The penis slipped out of my lips with a plop. I swirled my tongue around the crown and placed little kisses over the lobes before swallowing him again. While I could throat Gi’s cock easily, I didn’t, dedicating myself only to the front part of the shaft and to the engorged head.

He came without warning me. The precipitate lurch of the flesh meant that the penis escaped my mouth. A volley of semen landed on my cheek. Quickly, I snatched the stem and snapped up the glans to capture the remainder of his come. The shaft pumped and extruded the semen, which layered over my tongue as a warm, salty, and welcome presence. I spread my jaws to exhibit it to him. Closing up again, I tongued the knob and sucked on it hard to extract the last drops from the aperture. My head swayed fractionally from left to right.

I swallowed and stuck out my tongue to show him that the semen had vanished into my esophagus. He helped me to my feet and pulled up his trousers. I took a swig of the beer. Because I like the texture, I smeared the semen that had striped my face into the skin. We rejoined our friends inside.

I had Gi’s scent in my nose through the night. I washed it away only in the shower the next morning.


1. feministsub - May 16, 2011

>>> It is intrinsically a submissive gesture for me to be on my knees this way. Head lowered, I do my obeisance.

I love it, too, and for the same reasons. However, I think this piece shows beautifully the complexity of such associations. I think it’s interesting that it started out with you in a role that seems quite dominant – you took charge, he was passive and even protested a bit – but you still gleaned a submissive feeling from it.

Loved this story.

2. redains - May 17, 2011

The French horn, and also the trumpet, require agile, muscular tongue work. I was a trumpeter, myself. The triple tongue phrase is ta-da-ka, ta-da-ka, ta-da-ka… as fast as you can possibly do it. I’m told it feels quite extraordinary on a clit sucked up into your mouth. I’m sure Gi would be an expert triple tonguer if you give him the chance.

I love music. I love your stories. But not Amadeo. He is a crass, self-centered bastard, who doesn’t give a fig for you. You need a man who focuses on your pleasure the way you focus on his.

Leah - May 17, 2011

Maybe there will be a sequel someday. I now have some credit with the bank of Gi. Or rather, he has left a deposit with me.

I genuinely like Amadeo. That a discerning reader doesn’t tells me that I may not be doing justice to him as a person in what I write on the blog. Possibly that’s because I focus on the particular type of intense sex that we have. This is an extended fling — the classic fuck buddy arrangement. He and I wouldn’t be compatible for the long term. Not only are we in different places in life, his idiosyncrasies would drive me crazy if we had to live together. I enjoy his company once a week and the concomitant sex for the pleasure it brings me and also for the excursions in kink. He has sent me into subspace, which few people can manage, and brought me out safely. I don’t harbor romantic sentiments for him; I expect the relationship will end when I leave London.

I am willing to believe that there may be something in my writing that reveals more than I am aware. In particular, what don’t you like about Amadeo? What leads you to the conclusion you make?

Karl - May 17, 2011

I enjoyed this story, as all the others on this blog. I particularly like the stories about Amadeo – his kink is similar to my own, and I find the description of such acts from the opposite view to be rather intriguing and insightful.

3. tazsis1 - May 17, 2011

A very fine blowjob. As Feministsub says, the transition from hunter to submissive is startling. Being you your knees is so often an act of submission, but the way you perform the blow job can vary. Are you consuming your prey or worshiping it? A real submissive will always (try to) interpret the act in a particular frame. As ever, beautifully written.

Regarding Redains comment… Amandeo seems to serve a specific function, perfectly. While clearly using you for his pleasure, he is doing no harm and is certainly not abusing you. He seems to know what you want, you seem to trust him, and as you have said his pleasure is your pleasure. A man who is too concerned to please, more traditionally and gently, cannot possibly generate that particular heat that comes from feeling out of control and controlled. He is a man you could lose yourself in, occasionally and for a while. I am a sub and I am always eager to go into that space, but not everyone can take you there with conviction and repeatedly. In my experience people like Amandeo are rare.

Leah - May 17, 2011

I think I have failed to emphasize that not only are we lovers, but Amadeo and I are also friends. The sex is completely consensual. Also, it is not as though I am lacking in orgasms. He brings me off consistently — often continuously — during play.

4. Playing an instrument (via Leah Lays London) « Plaisirs coquins - May 17, 2011

[…] This writing is simply sexy and erotic. I play flute in an amateur orchestra. We perform in public ten times a year. We are not a large ensemble, nor musicians of stature or importance. Many of the people who come to hear us play are our friends. The concerts are followed by an after party, featuring drinking and merriment. These are often the prelude to sex. Musicians have a reputation for sleeping around. It can be a fun exercise to see who pairs with whom at the end of the night. Wh … Read More […]

5. First Great Western Employee - May 17, 2011

I’m slightly turned off by Amadeo as well, strange. Maybe because those stories have no context.

Leah - May 17, 2011

True. This is, however, a sex blog, and I write principally about the fucking.

feministsub - May 17, 2011

I’m surprised by the responses to Amadeo. I’ve often read your posts about your experiences with him and wished I had a partner like that. It seems like he enjoys some edgy things but I don’t get the sense that you are at all shy about communicating your limits and it sounds like he respects them. Different strokes for different folks.

Leah - May 17, 2011

I am surprised, too. I take this to mean that I haven’t been as clear as I should have been in my writing. The feedback is educational.

6. redains - May 17, 2011

Hey, it’s your life. Fuck whom you like.

But i can’t forget that he wants to hold you under water until you come as close to death as he desires. He is dangerous. How do you know he has not killed already?

I would hate to see the tabloid headlines on your death. At least, when they discover you were a sex blooger, they will have the pseudoname Amadeo to go on, and the fact that he is a London architect. Maybe you should leave a note in your computer about his real name.

Leah - May 17, 2011

These thoughts are morbid. I would not play with Amadeo repeatedly if I didn’t feel absolutely safe in his company. We are friends. We respect each other and interact as equals when we are not having D/s sex. I wouldn’t have it any other way. With kink, I always reserve a safeword for myself. I have never needed to use it with Amadeo. When I have felt the impulse to slow down, my stating this in a serious tone was enough. After I had a momentary respite from the pace of the spanking, say, we continued. The posts don’t always include these details because the logistics of bdsm are frankly not as sexy as the consequences.

As for breath play, the most extreme thing I am willing to do is to have him place his hand on my throat or wear a collar or a scarf around my neck. He doesn’t choke me hard. The effect is psychological as much as it is physical. It triggers a panic reflex that I find sexy because it underscores his dominance. We discussed safety extensively before we ever played. His bathtub fantasy is inspired by porn (http://www.waterbondage.com/). It remains a fantasy. I am not going there.

I met Amadeo via Craigslist. As with all Craigslist encounters, I made a safety call during the first several meetings. Amadeo is pseudonymous for blogging purposes only.

7. redains - May 17, 2011

blogger, that is

8. Leah - May 17, 2011

Thanks, Fleshbot!

9. G&N couple - May 19, 2011

The staccato and legato exercises while learning to play the flute all these years must have definitely given an added value to your blowjobs. we bet you can do pretty amazing things with your tongue. What pleases you more? Using your tongue to play the flute or using it to lick cocks in public alleys?

Leah - May 20, 2011

They are different pleasures and not comparable.

10. TC - May 31, 2011

If I’d read this when I was a teenager, I’d have carried on playing the tuba….

11. max - August 2, 2011

mmmm, music to eyes, and mind, and other places.

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