Come Play With Me

You're never too old for games and toys. And, since lovemaking is really all about play and pleasure, here is your guide to the activities and accessories that can turn your bedroom into an exciting and fulfilling entertainment center for consenting adults. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd has already helped show the way to uninhibited sexual creativity for thousands of couples in her popular and groundbreaking books Nice Couples Do and If it Feels Good. Now, in Come Play With Me, she demonstrates how a little bit of erotic experimentation can go a long way toward an exhilarating, mutually satisfying experience for both partners. From lace to leather, from bathtub games to bedsheet dramas, from basic strip poker to advanced role-playing, here's how you can use communication, temptation, and exotic props to make your sex life meet your wildest expectations.

Playing games may not be as silly as it seems. Here's a story about a married couple who find out a lot during a version of a simple child's game. Barb uses bookmarking, a technique that I discuss throughout all my self-help books, to help communicate her desires.

From COME PLAY WITH ME:

Let's Play Blindman's Buff

Barb read about the game in a magazine article. "Spice up Your Sex Life with Games" was the title of the article, and the game, which dealt with blindfolds, seemed like a deliciously erotic idea. Being blindfolded, then touched and caressed had always intrigued her and was part of an old fantasy. Now that she and Kevin occasionally bookmarked an article or story, she had a way to indicate to him that she would like to play. She used a yellow Hi-Liter to mark the section of the article called "Blindman's Buff," the bookmarked the article and put the magazine on Kevin's bedside table.

That evening, Barb volunteered to put their seven-month-old daughter, Penny, in her crib for the night and suggested that Kevin relax on the bed. He hurried down the hall and into the bedroom. He knew the signs. Barb had found a new game.

Kevin climbed onto their bed and spotted the magazine on the table next to him, its bookmark peeking out from between the pages. It's amazing, he thought. Just knowing that Barb has suggested something new makes me so horny. I wonder what she's telling me now.

He opened the magazine to the marked page, found the yellow marks, and read. When he finished the story, he sat back. Blindfolds. He had never really thought about being deprived of sight before, but, as he considered the idea, it seemed that other senses might be enhanced. An interesting concept, he thought. I wonder whether Barb wants to be blindfolded or whether she wants to blindfold me? Kevin rummaged around in a few bureau drawers before he found a wide soft silk scarf that could be used to cover someone's eyes.

A while later, he heard Barb come down the hall from Penny's room. As she walked into the bedroom, Kevin asked, "Want to play Blindman's Buff, Barb?"

"Sure," she said, suddenly breathless. "Could I be it?"

It, he remembered from the story, was the person who was blindfolded. Barb wanted to be blindfolded. "Okay. I"ll blindfold you and you can try to find me. You get one minute. If you haven't found me by then, I'll say something, then give you another minute. If you find me then I have to pay a penalty. If not," - he leered and twirled his nonexistent mustache - "then your blindfolded body is mine."

Without another word, Barb walked up to Kevin and turned her back. Quickly, he tied the scarf across her eyes and spun her around a few times.

The game progresses and, needless to say, Barb doesn't find Kevin.

Barb pulled up her blindfold and there, on the other side of the bed, was her husband, grinning at her.

"Where were you?" she asked.

"That's for me to know and you to think about for the next time we play." He smiled. "But now, you're mine. Strip."

She was acting out an old fantasy of hers and it made her a bit uncomfortable to be so close to something she had previously only dreamed about. Sensing her momentary discomfort, Kevin said, "Come on now, gorgeous. Remove the rest of those clothes."

Barb hesitated, then realized that it was okay. As a matter of fact, it was fantastic.

When she was naked, she allowed Kevin to pull her onto the bed and tie the blindfold back into place. Barb took a deep, calming breath and forced her body to relax.

With the blindfold covering her eyes and heightening her senses, Barb concentrated on the feeling of Kevin's hand stroking her breasts and pinching her nipples. She felt her nipples harden as she spread her legs wider apart. She wanted him - a lot.

Kevin stopped, no longer touching her. "What shall I do now?" Barb was puzzled. Wasn't he going to touch her between her spread legs, where she ached to be touched? Softly, Kevin said, "I asked you a question. What shall I do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're mine now and I intend to make the most of it. I've always wanted to hear you tell me exactly what you want, so speak to me. Tell me what to do next, step by step. In clear four-letter words."

Barb lay spread-eagled on the bed, wet and hot. Deprived of her sight, she found Kevin's voice sounded unusually loud. She wanted him to touch her very much, but what could she say? "I don't know. Do whatever you want."

"I'll give you several choices this time, but from here on, you'll have to tell me, in detail, exactly what you want. So, to start, your choices are as follows. I will either fuck you right now, or lick your pussy or maybe you would like to suck my cock?"

The words Kevin was using shot through Barb's body like electricity. Kevin occasionally used words like those in the heat of passion. She remembered times when he had said things like, "I love fucking you," or "You have such a beautiful pussy." But he had never said anything like this during foreplay. And she never used words like that at all. So what could she say? "All of them, I guess," she whispered. God, she wanted to feel his mouth on her, but she couldn't possibly bring herself to say it.

"That's the wrong answer, darling. I gave you three choices and you have to pick one."

"I want you to put your mouth on me." There, she's said it.

"That wasn't one of the choices. If that's what you want, you have to say, I want you to lick my pussy.' Get it?"

"I can't say those words," Barb said, getting hotter and more frustrated by the moment. She raised her hand to remove the blindfold, to show him her frustration by the look she usually gave him.

As Kevin carefully watched his wife's body language, he realized how hot the words were making her. He also suspected that she didn't want him to stop, so he pushed her hand away. "Leave the blindfold alone and do as you're told." He pressed on. "You have no choice. You lost the game and you're mine. Say, 'I want you to lick my pussy.'"

Somehow, deep inside, she wanted to be forced to use that kind of language. She felt Kevin's knuckle brush her pubic hair. She wanted him so much. "I want you to lick me."

"'Lick my pussy.' Say it."

"I want you to lick my pussy." She was so excited that with the words she was saying, the blindfold and the feeling of the flat of Kevin's tongue now making long, soft strokes across her vagina, she was close to climax. She tired to push herself over the edge, but as Kevin licked and sucked, he seemed to know just how to keep her on the brink of orgasm without letting her come.

"Now what do you want?" he asked, his tongue now still.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Be inside of me. I need you." She felt so empty. She needed to be filled and she needed to come.

"I know it's hard for you to say the words, but you have to." When she hesitated, he said, "Okay. I'll tell you what you want, then you say it. Say, 'I want you to finger-fuck my pussy.'" When Barb hesitated, Kevin tickled her cunt and flicked her clit with his tongue. Then he drew back and blew a cool stream of air across her wet body. "Say it," he said again.

"I want you to ...."

"Finger-fuck my pussy." He finished the sentence for her. "Say it."

"I want you to finger-fuck my pussy."

Kevin inserted first one, then two fingers into Barb's cunt and rubbed in and out. He stroked her inner walls and rubbed her lips and clit. When he felt her getting close to orgasm, he stopped. "I don't want you to come yet, dear. Not until you ask me to let you come while I finger-fuck your cunt."

"Please," Barb said, her breathing rapid and her body squirming. With the blindfold still in place, she could only hear and feel.

"Say, 'Please let me come while you finger-fuck my cunt and lick my clit.' You've got to ask me for everything exactly." He pulled his fingers out of her body and softly stroked the insides of her thighs.

She needed him so much and the words were so exciting that she said them with only a moment's hesitation. "Let me come. Finger-fuck my cunt and lick my clit. Please."

"You're such a good girl that I'll do exactly what you want." He fucked her cunt with three fingers while he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. "Come now, baby," he said between licks. "Come for me."

And she did, moaning, "Sooo good. Sooo very good."

He pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. Still clothed, he plunged into Barb's body and fucked her hard. "Yes, darling, so wonderful." He continued to push in and pull out until he could wait no longer. "Yes, darling, I love fucking your cunt." He felt her body clench against his. "I'm going to come inside you," he said loudly. Kevin felt semen spurt deep into Barb's body as he tightened his buttocks and pressed his body hard against hers. "Oh yes," he said again. "Oh yes."

Later, he said, "That was so good, baby. It makes me crazy to watch your body lose control as you come." He pulled off her blindfold and kissed her eyes. "Next time, I want to watch your eyes while you say all those terrible naughty things you said."

"Next time?"

"Many next times."

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