Aftercare and important conversations

We laid side by side for a long time, enjoying the afterglow of the intense session we’d just shared. The bedroom was dark, our only light a dim movie that we’d muted when things started getting hot and heavy. Eventually a chill started to sink into my body. We had thoroughly sweated up a storm during our session. Being thickly glazed in cum wasn’t exactly doing any favors for the situation either.

I moved to stand up, but before I could part Nia swiftly shuffled so that she pressed me down with her weight. The cum and sweat from my torso smeared against our skin. She locked her arms under my shoulders and held me in what felt more akin to a wrestling move than a hug.

Nia: Don’t leave me. I’m not ready for that yet.

Emery: Aw hun, I love you too.

I returned the sticky squeeze she had initiated. It wasn’t what I had planned, but she was warm and this was a pleasant change of pace. I was usually the needy one when we were done having sex. It was often that Nia indulged my own softer sides, rarely asking for the return treatment unless she really needed it.

Emery: Alright, we can stay like this for as long as you want. I was going to go clean up before I dripped all over, but it’s not a hassle to do a load of laundry.

Nia: Later. We can shower together, then I’ll change the sheets while you make our second bowls of popcorn.

Emery: Deal. Anything else you want while I’m up?

Nia: Yeah, now that you mention it…a glass of something light to share? I wanna ride a buzz with you tonight.

I peppered her collarbone with a series of small pecks and nod in the affirmative.

Emery: Not too much though. We’ll have hell to pay in the morning if we’re not careful.

Nia: Okay dad, you don’t have to remind me I’m a lightweight.

I could hear the joking dismissiveness even without seeing her. The expressiveness of her vocals was just one of Nia’s many charms I couldn’t resist.

Nia: …Before we do any of that, we need to talk.

Nia took on a more serious inflection and grappled me to the side, then shifted down to my level — presumably so that we could easily communicate face to face.

Nia: I got…kinda carried away when I was horny-brained and said stuff I didn’t mean. Did anything I said bother you?

Embarrassment colored her voice. A giddy smile plastered itself across my reddened face while remembering how she got “carried away” earlier.

Emery: Like I said before, for someone who doesn’t get my fetishes you really know how to cater to them.

Nia: Hehe…Well, you know, you make it easy with your adorable reactions!

Emery: Especially that bit at the end where you implied you wouldn’t tell me about having sex with other people. Oh man, and the way you said it too!

I had expected her to be flattered by the way I was laying on the heavy praise — Nia was incredibly fond of being gassed up, after all— instead, however, she seemed rather worried. She said nothing for several seconds before letting out a **** laugh. Evidently feeling off in some way about what I said.

Nia: O-oh…I uh…Well that was the line that I was feeling iffy on…I wasn’t serious about it, obviously...But when I said it I meant that more like me keeping what I did with our partner a secret. You know, like, the specifics, so you could imagine it yourself…Not…

She swallowed and averted her gaze. She hadn’t loosened her grip nor turned away, yet she felt very distant at that moment.

Nia: Fuck sorry I’m uh…being kinda awkward about this. It’s just the way you took it makes it sound like you want me to um…c-cheat on you…

Whoops, messed this one up. Nia hated the idea of betraying people she loved, and thus she held a great deal of animosity towards cheating. She had even broken off friendships with people in the past over it. When we first started talking about my fetish, this topic had been the biggest roadblock we worked to overcome.

Emery: I’m sorry Nia, I didn’t think about how that was going to make you feel. I got really excited remembering what you said and it made me horny again. I wasn-

Nia: H-hold on!

I must have seemed more grim in her view than I actually felt. Nia sounded faintly panicked now. Her face twisted with nerves and her arms stiffened.

Nia: I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to kink shame you honey! You know I’ll always support you! If that turns you on then please don’t hide it from me! We can figure it out! I love y-

Emery: Nia, hun, please slow down!

Immediately a cocktail of shame and regret filled me. I’d made her feel like the bad guy for being uncomfortable. With the amount of these talks we’ve had by now I’d assumed I was above falling for these pitfalls. I needed to amend the situation and clear the air before we kept going.

Emery: I’m okay Nia. I’m okay.

I cupped her cheeks and kissed the bridge of her nose.

Emery: I’m okay. You’re okay. We are okay.

She looked me in the eyes and took a deep breath, then repeated my words slowly. This was a small ritual we tried to do whenever our heavier conversations got out of hand. We echoed this practiced phrase back to each other several more times before continuing. Once the two of us settled down, we kissed to aid in breaking the ice.

Emery: Now…I’m sorry for interrupting. I love you too. I love you more than I can possibly express, and I know you love me just as much. I’ve never doubted that.

Time passed as I watched to see if she had anything she wanted to continue from earlier. Nia simply waited attentively, silently gesturing for me to go on.

Emery: Yes, the idea of you having sex without telling me got me off. That doesn’t necessarily mean I want to do it, I just know when you said it to me it really hit the right buttons. I honestly don’t know how I would feel about it in real life, even in a context where we agreed to set it up beforehand, but I’m not going to lie and tell you no parts of the fantasy appealed to me.

Emery: Thank you for being supportive and taking my feelings into consideration. There is nothing you need to feel guilty about. Not about our talk now, and not about what you said in the heat of the moment. And you especially don’t need to feel guilty about feeling uncomfortable. Please remember that. Boundaries are a two-way street.

We shared another kiss, which led to a couple more.

Emery: I also like the way you meant it, by the way. That’s really sexy too.

A crooked, sheepish grin spread on her.

Nia: …Can I be honest with you Em?

Emery: Unflinchingly, Nia.

Nia: I did feel bad cause I was worried I made you feel ashamed, but…I also think I freaked out because…When you told me how it sounded? When I saw how excited you were? I-it really turned me on too…

A cold thrill climbed my spine at that. The two of us sat there, gently panting in a daze. Was I misreading an electricity in the air? Maybe we could go again…?

I needed to pull myself together, it wasn’t time for that. Not yet. Despite that, I wasn’t able to stay completely serious, and found a bout of laughter escaping.

Nia blushed at that.

Nia: H-hey…! Don’t make fun of me!

Emery: Heheh, I’m sorry love. Sex can be a little scary sometimes, huh?

Nia: Hehe, yeah it can be. I’m glad I have you here to make it less scary.

Emery: Me too hun. But don’t be too lenient with me, cause I’m to blame for making it intimidating hahaha!

She giggled along and pinched my ear.

Nia: Yeah, you jerk. You’re messing my tastes up!

It took some effort for us to straighten out enough to continue without being silly.

Emery: In all seriousness Nia, thank you for sharing your feelings with me. I hope you know It’s okay if you like these fetishes too. Regardless of the role we’re playing and what we’re getting out of it. You know I don’t have any ill intentions, and I trust you in the same way. So please, I want you to feel like you’re allowed to have fun and let loose.

Emery: And if you’re ever feeling unsure, you know we can explore that. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. We’re on a team.

Nia: Thanks Em…I don’t want to just say ditto when you said all that, but I don’t think I can put it any better than you hehe. I love you!

She pulled our lips together once more.

Nia: Okay, now what do ya say we take a break from being serious and go take a “team” shower? If we sit in our mess any longer we’re going to fuse.

Emery: Yeah, let’s. We’re practically already glued as is…