Bedroom Bliss: Night Seven: Dorcel Deep Blow – Pushing Boundaries
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Bedroom Bliss – Night Seven: Dorcel Deep Blow – Pushing Boundaries
The room was quiet except for the gentle hum of jazz playing through a Bluetooth speaker in the corner. A slow saxophone note curled through the air like incense smoke, floating lazily in the warm glow of bedside candles. The mood was intentional, and she’d made sure of it—everything from the satin bedsheets to the ice water and strawberries on the nightstand.
Tonight wasn’t about wild release. It was about intimacy—the kind that took time, breath, and trust.
He sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but soft boxer briefs, eyes flicking between her and the sleek black box on the mattress.
“The Dorcel Deep Blow,” she said, reading the packaging with exaggerated mystery. “Realistic suction. Rhythmic pulses. Designed to simulate the... let’s call it oral arts.” She grinned as he raised an eyebrow.
“I mean... ‘deep blow’ isn’t exactly subtle.”
“Neither are your moans when I get you just right,” she quipped, then tossed him the box.
He caught it, turned it in his hands like it might bite him. “This is new territory for me.”
“That’s the point,” she said, stepping closer. “You’ve explored every inch of me... let me return the favor. With a little help.”
She placed a small bottle of ID Glide Water-Based Lubricant ($7.99) on the nightstand. “We’ll go slow,” she whispered, and he nodded—still unsure, but willing.
That was all she needed.
He lay back, propped on a couple of pillows while she read through the manual like it was foreplay itself.
“I love how there’s a whole instruction section on ‘relaxation and surrender,’” she said, glancing at him. “Sounds like my kind of night.”
“I’m just wondering how this isn’t gonna make me explode in thirty seconds.”
Her smile was sly. “Then we’ll go again.”
She applied a generous amount of the ID Glide to the Deep Blow’s inner sleeve and watched the material glisten under the candlelight. The chamber was soft and flexible, with a realistic opening and suction-tight tunnel. The buttons along the side promised control: suction, speed, and pattern.
“I’ll be the pilot,” she said, climbing beside him. “Just lie back. You’ve earned it.”
As the tip of the toy enveloped him, his breath hitched. It wasn’t just the sensation—it was the surrender. The act of being cared for. Of letting someone else take control without expectation.
And she was good at it.
She started slow, letting the toy’s gentle suction pulse along the head of his shaft. His hips twitched instinctively, but she held him down with her other hand.
“Relax,” she murmured. “Let it happen.”
He nodded, fists clutching the sheets. The Deep Blow’s internal rollers and variable suction created a rhythm that mimicked a skilled mouth. His muscles tensed with every pass.
She paused to kiss his thigh, just above the knee. “Feels like too much?”
“No,” he gasped. “It’s... fuck... different. But good. Really good.”
She played with the speed settings, watching his eyes roll back slightly as the rhythm deepened. It wasn’t just stimulation—it was intimacy at its rawest. Vulnerability wasn’t often encouraged for men, especially not here, in the sacred space between sheets. But tonight, he let go.
And that aroused her more than she expected.
She reached for her own companion—one of her favorites for solo teasing—the Screaming O Charged Vooom Bullet ($24.95). Discreet, powerful, and small enough to hide in her palm, she clicked it on and pressed it against her clit as she watched him.
He opened his eyes.
“You’re... using that?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I’m watching you let go. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen all week.”
He moaned again, louder this time, and she knew he was on the edge.
With a flick of a button, she turned the Deep Blow to max suction. His thighs jerked. He let out a raw, desperate sound—and came harder than he expected, shaking under the waves of pleasure that crashed through him.
She didn't stop touching herself until he collapsed into the pillows, dazed and breathless.
Then she followed—her body clenching with orgasm, made more intense by the pure emotional connection stretched between them like a taut rope.
Later, with the toy cleaned and set aside, they lay tangled in the sheets.
He turned his head. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy that. But holy hell... I feel like I ran a marathon and got a massage at the same time.”
She smiled and stroked his chest. “You felt safe. That’s the secret.”
He looked at her, softer now. “Why does that feel so hot?”
“Because being open is sexy. Always has been.”
There was silence for a moment. Then he spoke.
“Wanna try something else new?”
She laughed. “You’re already addicted to this life.”
“No,” he said, rolling over to reach into the bag on her side of the bed. “I found this earlier when I was being nosy.”
She sat up and raised an eyebrow.
He held up the Lux Fetish Beginner’s Soft Cuffs ($14.99) and smirked. “Your turn to let go.”
They clipped easily to the headboard, soft faux-fur lining protecting her wrists. He kissed her slow, drawing out her breath before he whispered, “Color?”
She smiled. “Green.”
He kissed her ankle, her knee, the inside of her thigh. “Still green?”
“Greener than the Amazon,” she laughed.
What followed was a slow exploration—him taking charge with reverent hands, making sure every touch, every kiss, every press of his body made her feel like a goddess on a pedestal.
He alternated between the bullet vibe and kisses, teasing her with rhythms designed to drive her mad.
When she begged, he leaned in and whispered, “You let me feel something new. Now it’s my turn.”
She came with a moan that nearly cracked her own throat, wrists still restrained but hips bucking into the pleasure he gave so willingly.
When the cuffs were removed, she curled into him, both of them boneless and breathless.
He brushed her hair back. “How many nights do we have left?”
She traced a finger along his chest. “This was the last.”
He frowned. “No more toys?”
She shook her head. “We just keep going. No schedule. No rules. We’ve graduated from Bedroom Bliss.”
He chuckled. “We’re in... Bedroom Grad School now?”
“No,” she said. “We’re in Bedroom Legacy Mode.”
“Sounds powerful.”
“It is,” she said. “Because the real toy is trust. The rest? Just delicious bonuses.”
End Scene
🔥 Toy Recap from Night Seven:
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Dorcel Deep Blow ($72.11) – The showstopper. Realistic oral simulation with customizable suction and rhythm.
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ID Glide Water-Based Lubricant ($7.99) – Essential for smooth, body-safe play.
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Screaming O Charged Vooom Bullet ($24.95) – Palm-sized but mighty. Perfect for solo or couple use.
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Lux Fetish Beginner’s Soft Cuffs ($14.99) – For gentle restraint play that invites trust and surrender.