It does make me smile...

Yes it appeals to me immensely. Knowing the Borrowed Boy is going home to his wife, freshly fucked. Not just a quick quiet roll in the hay snuck in between other activities, but he’s been rolling around fucking me for hours. Passionate kisses leading to much more, his hands massaging my body and his mouth devouring me. My clit swollen in his mouth, my juices dripping down his chin and his skin covered with my sweat. Not just a little sex, but some missionary, some cowgirl, some reverse cowgirl, some doggie style, and then a few more turns here and there. Not moments, but hours of marathon bouts of fucking and sucking, licking and stroking, til we are both screaming and exhausted, glowing from the endorphins flowing between us. Much I dislike his leaving, it does indeed appeal to me knowing he’s gone home to the wife after being completely and thoroughly fucked. After all what’s the sense in borrowing him if I’m not planning on using him completely?

Just a little issue we had...

The problem wasn’t me fucking someone else. The problem was he didn’t get to control it, didn’t get to watch it, didn’t get to plan it, didn’t even know about it til that night.

He’d talked about sharing me… about knowing my pussy was wrapped around another cock... about how I would look with somebody else’s dick down my throat with him in my pussy, about having both of them at once. About how I just liked fucking, I needed cock and it didn’t matter whose. Oh the whole idea of the fucking was fine with him.

But when he realized in a blinding moment that while he was lying on my bed I was actually someplace foreign with a person he hadn’t met… and it was likely their cock was in me at the time… it was his undoing.

Afterwards all he wanted was to wring my neck… and fuck my brains out. To show me exactly who owned my pussy and who got to take me and how. To show me how much i didn’t need any other cock, to prove I couldn’t get it any better than he… and to pound my pussy into submission.

Quite frankly, that is just fine with me.

Good night - and Good Morning.

Falling asleep freshly fucked, still coming down from the endorphine high, leads to the best sleep there is. Morning comes way too early, but definitely is well worth it with his mouth on me first thing. Waking up and shooting right back up to the ceiling from coming on his tongue, oh yeah, now that is indeed the way to start the day.

What did you do this summer?

I’m not his type. Not slim and dark haired with big wide eyes just simpering up at him. Not a little miss prim in public that he wants to twist into a perv in private. Not someone who just gave in however he wants it, someone who will take whatever he hands out and like it. No I’m a little different from his usual girl.

He was sleek, I’ll give him that. The long dark hair and mesmerizing eyes that were hard to look away from. The heat off his body as he pulled me to him, the strength as he picked me up and carried me away to be ravished… he wasn’t my typical fellow either.

But as he kissed and caressed me I decided to take a trip on the wild side and see where we’d go. His mouth on my skin and his hands roaming at will. The hair on his chest peaking out from the v of his shirt and the twinkle in his eyes every time our mouths parted was hot.

He slipped his hands lower to cup my ass as I began to slide mine under his shirt to play with his nipples. A moment of confusion slid over his face as he realized there weren’t any panty lines rubbing against his hands. His arms rippled pulling me to him. I was all soft and round, short and sly, with a surprise or two in store for him.

Murmurs of nothingness against my skin as he touched me, I began to drip long before I had shed my clothes. His surprise was priceless as he reached my bare ass under the jean shorts. I didn’t see the point in panties under the denims; he noticeably got hard against my thigh upon that discovery.

Shedding his shirt I could see he had gone some rounds here and there, a scar low on his abdomen, just one of many bits of irregularities in his skin. He was hot, the muscles in his chest tight, a little pudge about his beltline, and the sheer smell of heat coming off his skin as I nibbled on it.

I smiled to myself as he began to unzip the shorts…there was a trick or two he hadn’t found yet. I managed to get him out of his breeches to discover I’m not the only one who cared little for an extra layer of fabric in the summer. He was hot horny and hard, the dimples in his ass under my hands flexing as I pulled him against me.

He reached down to make sure I was ready – was I ever. And then he realized my clit was surrounded by naked skin-he twitched against me. Sometimes it’s worth trying things a little different from the norm; you never know what you might find.

I was soaked. He was hard, throbbing against me. He wanted to be inside me but he took the time to ask if I was sure… I was sure a year ago when he grabbed me and kissed me. I hadn’t changed my mind; I wanted him, all of him. He wasn’t big enough to hurt me… but I knew I’d be plenty full.

I was simmering when he started to push up into me. His eyes widened as he felt my heat surround him. A low groan escaped him as he pulled back just a little to thrust again deeper this time. My legs came up around him, pulling him in and creating a slightly different angle for me to experience. He was just getting his rythym going and I felt it hit… small for me at the time, but apparently not what he expected. I managed not scream but shook like a leaf and pushed against him with all my might.

He was concerned I was okay and slowed down, but I shook my head no, and told him to keep going, we were just getting started. He said something to the effect of I’ve got to be kidding… so I rolled him over and took him on his back… and sat up straight, riding him for all I was worth. The next one began to hit and I put his hands on my nipples and began to flick my clit. That one took a bit out of me…

I began to roll over again, but we disconnected… I took advantage of it to thrust his cock down my throat a few times, tasting myself all over him. When I laid back and pulled him inside me he was muttering something, apparently his last lady friend not only looked and acted different but wasn’t quite as daring in bed.

Not that we’d even gotten to daring by my standards, but he was obviously pleased and eager for more. I put my feet on his shoulder; damn the muscles there were fine, and grabbed his ass, changing the thrust point again. He was hitting my g-spot and sending me into little shivers as I felt a major explosion coming on.

Just before I became incoherent, I adjusted again and encouraged him to thrust deeper… and he responded by saying he wouldn’t last long that way… and then it hit, I was gone over the edge into oblivion. Fuck, that was good. And then as the second wave hit he growled he was coming, oh god coming so hard…

We collapsed into shudders against one another. I’m not sure where I go, but it takes me a little to come back to myself afterwards. We were both breathing hard and couldn’t keep our mouths off one another. That was good. That was excellent. …and that was just the first go-round.

Erased...

Like the last few years didn’t happen.
I didn’t thrust your cock down my throat
There was no hicky on my ass
I didn’t smother you in my juices
There was no fucking you all night long
I didn’t scream for you
There was no playing with toys
I didn’t have you eat me for hours
There were no pictures
I didn’t take you on the sofa
There was no story to tell.
It never happened.

But if it had happened, if it did happen…
Now that wild ride would have been worth it.

Taking the boytoy

Into to the living room and there he was in all his glory. Naked, Hair braided down the back. Black collar around his neck and cuffs across his ankles and wrists. Eyes blindfolded. On his knees, waiting.

Oh to take him.. clip his nipples tightly, restrain him by connecting the cuffs all in one spot behind him, and feeding his face my pussy to worship. Locking a steel collar about his balls to weigh him down, a cock ring about him to stretch his skin tight, and forcing his face into my wetness. To come on him and drown him, make him beg for more. To take pictures of him submissive and wanting, to have him ask me to fuck him. Have him lube his own ass up and hold his cheeks apart so I can take him. Open his ass with my fingers and then a small vibe…hear the strangled moans as I take more of his ass and lube him more… have him beg me to take him with the mini boytoy… plead with me to shove it in him, open him up and take his ass with his own cock. Slide the toy in him and wait for the panting, the initial shock to pass. Toy briefly with his hard hot slick cock, and then push more of him in his ass. Tie the little clone in his ass so it can’t be pushed out… have him pleasure my pussy while he’s reaming himself… and then as I get close, turn the vibe on so he becomes especially inspired to make me come. Lay him on his back and sit on his cock, all red and hard and wrapped in leather… ride him so his cock is fucking me and his cloned cock is fucking him…so he’s a sandwich between me and the toy, watch his face as he begs me to finish him off. Give into his begging, turn the vibe on high and pop the cock ring loose… only to have him explode on my next downward thrust. Come all over his cock, then slide up and feed his cum to him to eat… and clean me out. Leave him chained there to the bed… spent, moth tasting of his cum, unable to move with a constant buzzing in his ass and his dick over stimulated and about to burst again. Oh yeah, there is no doubt I want to take him.

I am his Slut

I am his slut. His fucktoy. He knows it. I’ll do anything to wrap my hungry horny pussy around his cock, around his face. I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll just fuck me, suck me, and make me scream. I’ll shed my panties and keep myself clean shaven if that’s what he wants… take the toy he sent me in the mail and keep myself fucked on his toy until he says I can stop. Let him feel me up and go wanting and whimpering after him. Offer my nipples up to be squeezed, to be clamped, to be tweaked. Beg for him to slap my clit until I come. Wait naked for him while he goes out with friends. Fuck myself with his toys while he snaps photos of me. Let him tie me to the bed and tease me all night. Throat fuck his cock while chained on my knees at his feet. Blindfold me and give me to a friend to be fucked. Bind my tits tight and hands behind my back, leaving me helpless as he takes me. Dangle weights from my pussy lips and nipple clamps. Use my hair to capture me, tied to a hook deep in my ass. Fuck me as I’m tied and helpless over the back of the couch. Take me and use me, come on my tits, in my mouth, on my ass. Anything he wants, just take it. I’m his toy, his cumslut, his wench, his slave, his fucktoy, yes indeed I am his slut.

Spoiled

Spoiled is knowing I shouldn’t indulge you but do. Taking one of those pie-in-the-sky fantasies that excites you and finding a factor in them to bring to life. Taking something I know inflames you and playing on it. Toying with it, toying with you and then finding a way, no matter how small to explore it with you.

Spoiled is being somewhere we shouldn’t be; looking all innocent on the outside while we both know theres so much more to play amongst us. Brushing against your hard cock and wanting it inside me no matter what the time of night or day. Spoiled is being at my sexual peak and being able to explore it and enjoy it.

Spoiled is wearing the lacy things you bought for me, even when I’m somewhere else with someone else – and making sure you know it. Spoiled is drowning my panties from the phone call you make in the middle of the day panting in my ear til you come for me.

Spoiled is spending a weekend on autopilot during the daylight hours – so That I can literally fuck you for hours at night, sliding up and down on your cock til sheer exhaustion takes over. Spoiled is knowing it’s the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong person… and still having you til we both can’t move.

Spoiled is knowing it’s a five day excursion with dozens of others – and still managing to sit on your face for hours, suck your come down my throat, fuck you in a dozen different positions, and want it (and have it) all again the next night.

Spoiled is getting off with friends just feet away, a silent furious fuck, and knowing you smell like sex when you go to hang out with your buddies afterwards. Spoiled is telling someone they can’t have me – and knowing its because You’ve already screwed me beyond belief.

Spoiled is coming hard, with my thighs wrapped around your face; Its exploding over your hand inside my slit; Its becoming your fucktoy for the night; its discovering still another way to contort our bodies til the shattering waves inside overcome me.

Spoiled is having your cock inside me; feeling you twitch as you come, and having you clean me with your mouth afterwards. Spoiled is having my toes sucked as you play with my g-spot and tweak on my nipples; spoiled is having a new toy for us to play together with; Spoiled is the lack of shyness while sharing our bodies.

Spoiled is having you wrapped around me as I sleep; waking with your cock inside me; falling asleep while Still coming down from a climax; eating me out after my shower, tossing me on the bed for a furious fuck before work; and knowing tonight we can do it all again.

Spoiled is a strange room in a foreign city; being pampered like a princess and treated like a queen; escaping for a weekend where we can forget who we are and enjoy who we’d like to become. Spoiled is living the fantasy once again.

Spoiled is what I’d like to give you; spoiled is what you’ve made me. God help the next boytoy to come along because he’ll never spoil me half as well.

oh what a feeling

He had me on my back, devoured me with his mouth, indulged me with his hands, nibbled at my lips, and I thrust my tongue down his throat. I rode his hips, while his mouth sucked on my tits. He took me from behind, pulling my body into his...

He slides inside, it only takes seconds to hear him growl about how he loves that reaction, everytime he enters my body, the involuntary gasp I give as the hard heat of him invades my pussy. Every moment leading up to his cock fucking me, I think about how it will feel, how I crave it, want it, need it…and then when I get it – oh yeah, I’m not surprised he gets a reaction. He’s bigger than he thinks he is, the girth of him stretching me. And those days when he’s delayed me and denied me, making me wait, on the edge of explosion – inside I’m so tight, so ready that when he couples with me, he’s being gripped snug inside my pussy from the very get-go, bringing him closer so much quicker. Oh fuck, yes indeed.

Simple request

Seduce me.
Turn me on.
You know how.
Kiss me til I’m panting, nibble on my throat, my ears, my lips.
Warm my body with your hands and undress me.
Lick my nipples, suck on them and tweak them, adore them and caress them
Run your hands over me, teasing and massaging all at once.
Tug my bottoms off like you did that first time.
Ravish me from top to bottom with your mouth.
Nibble on my feet, taste your way up my thighs.
Lick the crease along my hips.
And devour me.
Make me shudder,
Make me scream.
Make me see stars

Maybe you can’t sleep with me
But I can certainly drown you in my juices.

It’s a craving, it will pass...or will it?

My hands captured behind me, clipped to my ankles. A vibrator deep in my slit, set on low. My nipples begging to be clipped and my mouth wrapped around your cock. My sight taken by blindfold, my resistance non-existent. Take me and tie me, pull me and tweak me. Fuck me and suck me, make me beg and make me scream. Make me yours. My mouth too full to say it but it runs constantly through my mind I’m just a fucktoy. I thrive on it; its not wrong if I’m willing to give it to you. Take control, take over, take me.

Something to add to the shopping list

I remember what I forgot at the store… batteries. Funny how when boytoy isn’t around they cease being conveniences and start becoming necessities. Consumables some might say. I have a few toys I’m fond of… but it seems since we made the baby boytoy I’ve a new favorite. With his clone buried in my slit and a bullet on my clit, I burn up batteries like nobody’s business.

It didn't start out this way

Cock tied tight and the tip of it bent over and clipped to the ring under his balls, nipples holding small clips, ass plugged with what we called the baby boytoy, the evening began. The baby boytoy was a homemade dildo, with a small vibrator inside it – something made one evening as a replica of his own cock, now residing mostly in his ass. The phrase “go fuck yourself” had become his reality. Cuffs on his wrists and cuffs on his ankle, a snug steel collar around his neck, all conveniences for me.

It started as playtime, little snippets of fantasies and then turned into more, each of us daring the other to our limits, go further, no really, go further than that. Take all I have and turn it into something else, give me something my wife/husband would never do, indulge me, take me, make me yours, and soon enough we were off the map.

At first it was just a few bits of leather but grew to more, a steady diet of being restrained; never loose in my company, always cuffed and ready to be controlled. Thinking for days of his mouth on my pussy, his subjugation to my whims, his desire to make me come above all else. It became a given, he would come through the door and strip, kneel and ask me to cuff and collar him.

He would beg to lick my pussy, dream of my thighs wrapped around his head, wanting so badly for me to come all over his face. Yes, he’d love to plunder my depths but overall he’d want me to be happy, to come, to scream with delight and whatever it took to get me there was his only concern.

He asked… several times about my taking him. He wanted it but didn’t know how to tell me. He needed a woman to tell him to kneel, to tell him to lick, to deny him his orgasm, to tease him beyond belief. Give him enough to think he’d be getting somewhere and his poor little cock would get so hard in his denims, wanting out. Lick his cock and he’d do anything to bury it in my mouth.

New Instructions from Mistress

Contrary to former instructions, he looked at the note again. It couldn’t be, but it seemed it was. She had signed it, sent it to him directly. A picture slid out of her pussy wrapped around one of the baby boytoys they had created. She was coming on that replica cock every night, drowning it in fluids. And as a result he was getting some interesting instructions.

After going weeks without coming, she’s shifted directions for sure – it looks like his dry spell is over – as long as he was willing to come according to her directions. Instead of distracting himself with a movie or book or bar-hoping with his buddies, he was to go home and get naked. Put on the steel collar around his neck and his leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists. All the little accessories she has him don when she arrives.

Get on his knees and lock his ankles together. Snap his little cock harness (yes the one with the leash) on his body tightly, pulling his balls and cock away from his body. On the third snap, not the second where he’s comfortable. Yes, it makes his dick hard and dark, but do it anyway because she wants him to. Place the other end of the leash on the bedpost, and then put his ass in the air and his face on the floor just as if she was standing there in front of him. Think about her taking him from behind right in that very spot. She knows his cock gets harder thinking about it.

If she was there, she’d have him grab his ass cheeks and pull them, opening up the way for her to take him. So kneel there and do just that, hold his ass ready for her. Call it practice for the next visit. Maybe tomorrow he should buy himself some lube and have it handy. Tonight she’d be using the baby boytoy in her pussy at home, drowning it in her girl come, but next time she visits maybe she would use it on him.

Contemplate that for a while as he’s kneeling there on the floor. Think about how wide he is and how that’s going to feel in his tight little hole. How she’s going to have him ask for it, beg for her to fuck him with the baby boytoy. How she’ll grab his hips and yank him back against her, knowing the leash would be pulling on his cock in the other direction. Wonder if she‘ll allow him to moan or punish him for doing so by gagging him. Think about being plundered with the baby boytoy, and how she’ll leave it in his ass when she sits in front of him to be pleasured with his tongue. Know the vibrations will be steady but low, until she wants him to sit back on his heels for her…she’ll turn it up then, so she can torment him with it, pulsing deep within him.

Once he’s though on that for a while, he’s allowed to set back on his heels, and slowly pleasure his cock. Slide his hand up and down using his own pre-com to lubricate. Get himself close while considering the next visit and just how it might go. Think about how she likes to chain his hands just out of reach of his cock, so usually he can’t touch himself like this. How she hasn’t allowed him to come alone is a couple of years now. How forbidden it was to pull on his hard prick, and feel it pulse, how good it felt to have friction sliding up and down, how close he could get to coming just thinking about her. He was then supposed to unsnap his cock harness and jerk off for her right there, in the same spot she was planning on taking his ass. Of course he was to lick up any come spilled so there would be no mess.

Mistress wanted him to let her know each night this week when he had accomplished this, so he was to get online and let her know what he thought of while completing his tasks. How he’d like her to take him and why he deserved to be allowed all this pleasure. He’d have to be sure to thank her for the permission to come and how he was looking forward to her next visit too. Oh yes, this was definitely a change, coming every night while focusing on his Mistress…perhaps the first change of many…only time would tell.

Just a beginning

Not quite naked, but still stripped of his outer clothes, his coverings that made him so manly, he came to me. The control isn’t as tight anymore; he gives in to urges. Where once he would keep a distance to the last moment, now he knows time is finite and so he doesn’t waste it. He wraps himself around me, hot mouth on mine embracing me with his warmth. And then once he has said his hello, he kneels in front of me and waits.

The leather is wide and holds his head steady, one buckle in the front and one in the back, just barely enclosing his neck. Small bands around his wrists, clipped to the brass chains on his collar. Freedom to move – but not complete. His hands almost reach his waist but there the slack ends. From the back, I braid his hair tightly, in case I need a connection point. A leather harness holding his cock tight, a leash attached with the chains rattling.

I pull up my skirt and sit back on the chair, each leg thrown up on the padded arms, my butt close to the edge… Tugging on the leash I pull him to me and instruct him to worship – and he does. Sucking on my toes, nibbling at my ankles. His mouth sweeping lightly up the inside of my legs as he licks the sweat off them. Nuzzling my thighs and warm breath on my clit. Slowly approaching my pussy and tenderly exploring it with his tongue.

You'd never believe

I’ve a bruise on my ass and a hickey on my chest. I’ve come probably six times in the last three days alone just thinking about how they got there, never mind the sheer waves of pleasure the night it happened

Mouthfeel

It wasn’t the first time, or the second or even the third. We were well into it, probably dozens of times I’d leaned over with my breath hot on his cock, and stopped for that split second before sliding his prick deep into my mouth. And once again I get that thrill – when that split second moan starts as the wet heat of my mouth envelops him, and I peer up at an angle and yes, he’s got that look on his face again…the one that says I’m definitely doing something right, sheer pleasure is rapidly overtaking his features and my focus shifts once again back onto his cock. It’s how many times later and still getting hard in my mouth fills a craving for him.

When we’re apart he talks to me about it, telling me just how much he wants it and how he thinks about it, going from soft and warm to hard and throbbing deep in my throat. He texts me and mentions how he’s wet from anticipating the evening to come, how horny and hard he is thinking about what will happen and how far we’ll go.

Its not supposed to go quite like this but it does. Its years later, literally years, and i still hear that small twisted moan, that whimper, when I pull my lips away and leave him bobbing in the air as I suck on his balls. I have to say it’s a thrill for me as well, knowing the turn-on is still there, as much as it was the first time he unzipped his shorts and I dove face first into his crotch. God how I love to suck his cock.

An Evening To Remember

Endorphins running amuck, I could barely move afterwards. I was swollen, I was sure of it. I dripped all over the sheets. I could feel sweat running through my hair, my skin was bursting with sensation and I was beyond elated. His hands kept sliding over my skin, I felt deliciously appreciated. I was totally sated, every pore of my skin bursting with satisfaction.

He was smiling, almost giddy as we curled up together afterwards. His tongue was darting in and out of my mouth; I swear he would have devoured me If it was possible. We had had wild monkey sex, incredible marathon sex, all evening long. Oh a spot of rest here and there, some water to keep us from total dehydration, but overall our main activity for the those four hours was getting some and how.

I‘d had him in bondage, fucking him at my own leisure. I’d had his balls between my feet and stood over his head hanging off the edge of the bed forcing him to eat me. I’d taken his ass with not just one toy but two. I’d tugged on his nipples til they were sore. I’d sat on his face and then fed him my tits. Got him hard in my mouth and brought him to the edge without granting him release.

He’d marked my body with bites, had me sit on his lap while fucking me, had teased my clit with an electric toothbrush of all things. He’d put his hand inside my slit and licked my hot button with his tongue. His cock seemed huge as he throat fucked me and then again when he had me doggy style. He slid ever so slowly and softly into my body til I about screamed wanting release; he’d taken me on my back and growled when his hot come surged into my pussy. Oh yeah, it was quite the evening.

Immediate Gratification

Boytoy's back. He's been gone a little while and I've been remiss in his absence about keeping current here. So I decided I best do both at once. I can punish him for being gone and get my needs taken care of. So I apologize for the spelling errors and stream of thought sentences.

You see, I have him collared and hands chained to his collar. Laid across my bed and naked to boot. Cook hard and definitely wanting. myself, lace bra holding my tits up while i sit on his cock, feet curled up under his balls and type. Poor boy he can see my ass but not touch it, I can squeeze his cook, twist his balls and he has no choice but to take it.

Fuck him hard. Then when hes about to pop - stop and feed him all the juice that has collected in my slit, wipe my body against his beard, knowing that when I sit down on his cock again (like I am now) all he can smell is my juices all acrosss his face while I use his chest as table and milk his cock with my pussy. I do so like to torment the boy toy. and yes I am indeed doing this as I type. I have him and not sure I'll let him go anytime soon.

The real question is will I let him come tonight or make him wait til tomorrow. Gotta go. got some fucking to do....

Insatiable Addiction

I have become addicted to coming. Coming on you, coming for you, coming with you, coming while thinking of you. The drought is over and how. I come on your hands, as you flick my clit til the gasp rushes out from deep in my throat. Addicted to the feel of your hand inside me. Hooked on the feel of your face between my smooth thighs, nestled deep inside my slit. Craving the feel of your face buried in my pussy. wanting your hot hard cock inside my wet box. Addicted to the thrusts of you inside me, the tweak of my nipples, the taste of you on my tongue. Wanting it, craving it, addicted to it… it’s a craving that constantly stays with me, no matter how much I indulge myself, I always want more.

A former "Friend with Benefits" resurfaces.

Its been forever since he’s laid his eyes on me. We’ve been in touch; he has known me for a very long time and thinks he has me figured out. Who I was, where I’ve been and where I might be willing to go. But he is so wrong. I’m not who he thinks I was, not the wild young thing with nothing to lose, soft scalloped edges full of frills and excitement.

Not that he is completely wrong mind you. That girl is who I was long ago. Pieces of her remain inside to pop up at the strangest moments. The little insecurities showing, the bitter edges rough, the spiteful pieces left behind after someone had smashed my soul on the rocks. I haven’t healed from all of it to recover that tender hearted hopeful girl I used to be. Most of the wounds have scabbed over however, and I’ve found a certain strength in dealing with the pain, coming through the fire mostly intact. Oh yes, he knows where and who I had been, but he’s made assumptions on who I am now and how I will be, and he is so wrong.

I’ll let him have his illusions, the sugary sweet memories, for the moment. I know it’s wrong; I could correct him with just a small amount of effort. Soon enough those rose colored glasses will fall off and he’ll get a sense of how off the mark he really is. He wants an adventure; A nice safe excursion on the slightly wild side. I know that, even if he hasn’t admitted it to himself. I’m willing to give him a trip on the wild side for sure, but it definitely isn’t the vanilla spice he thinks he’s getting.

If he is fool enough to put himself out there, I’ll take him for a ride and it will be much more than he bargained for. He’ll be looking to sooth his soul; myself I’ll be after filling my own needs, and they aren’t what he assumes they’ll be. He’ll make a pass or maybe two if I ignore the first one, then I’ll take him up on the offer. I’ll twist it all to fit my own desires; If he loses control and gets slightly burned in the process I’m not going to be regretful – He wants something different from his everyday life and I can give it to him without a doubt.

He’ll get a few things he wanted; a little necking, some heavy petting, maybe the start of some sweet soft sex, a laugh or two. But where he’ll be thinking I’m content I’ll be just starting the ride. Get him hot and bothered again, feed him my pussy, have him asking for more and thinking he’ll get it. Bargain once or twice with him and just when he thinks He’s got it under control, he’ll find himself snared in my web, his hands tied to the bed.

There is nothing like having a hot hard man horny as hell trying to convince you to let him go, let him get on top, let him in. He’ll enjoy it, his cock in my mouth, my pussy smothering his face, force feeding him my nipples as I slide up and down against his hardness. He’ll be in heaven until he realizes he’s given up enough control so its all up to me. He’ll eat pussy til I am sated; I can ride him or not; tie his balls tight and attach the string to the end of the bed so every move he makes can bring on serious pain.

I’ll tell him to fuck me tied to the bed, or I’ll let him go and he’ll just have to do without. Flex my hips back and forth; sliding him deep into me, knowing every tug up is a pull on his balls, every pull down a momentary respite from the pain. Turn myself around on his face, smothering his whining with my slit, burying his face in my juices. Force him to lick me or drown, offering to get up only when he’s gotten me off. I’ll be watching his balls get darker as the ties tightens, briefly licking his cock just to get him close and then backing off. Get myself some ice water and relax a little before returning to him. Use the ice on his cock, getting him oh so cold, and then sliding my hot wet pussy over him. Oh yes, he’ll be complaining one moment and in heaven the next.

I’ll slide a collar on his neck, closing it with one of my teeny tiny locks, cuff each arm and agree to let him come in my hot snatch only if he let me clip the cuffs to the collar. Fortunately I have more than one of those little locks. If he disagrees, I can get myself off with a toy lying on his chest and he can lie there til I want him gone or he agrees to let me take him; His choice.

Once I have him, hands useless and cock deep inside me, I intend to cut the string holding his balls to the bed and ride him til he fills me with hot come. He’ll be in bliss til I straddle his face again and give him no choice about cleaning up his mess. Fortunately we’ll have time for him to come around to my way of thinking, I won’t need to rush off anywhere and since he’s not supposed to be here no one will come looking for him here.

Oh yes I’ll give him a walk on the wild side, that’s for sure. It’s just not the one he thinks it’s going to be. He’s looking for a slightly naughty girl to keep him company; not a wild wanton woman who wants much more than vanilla spice. He has no clue who I am, not really. It’s going to be interesting watching him figure it out.

A Question for BigBoy

Hey There, BigBoy. Its Me. You Busy? Guess what it is I want… Oh yeah baby I’m in the mood. I wanna fuck you, but that’s not all I wanna do. I wanna feel your mouth on my nipples, sucking and feeding off my chest. I want to have my nipples tweaked, pulled, nibbled on, sucked so hard they are like rocks, aching with every move I make.

I wanna put my legs on your shoulders, wrap them around you. Put your face between my legs and have you tongue me for ages. I wanna feel your tongue inside me, lapping up my juices, making me ache with pleasure. I want to feel your cock between my tits, rubbing against my lips, feel it inside my mouth with the smooth skin rubbing against my cheeks.

I wanna feel your cock between my legs, sliding against my pussy, making me so hot and wet inside. All that yes, but most of all I wanna get fucked. I wanna fuck you long and hard and slow and soft, in and out and all over again. I wanna feel that long thick hard hot cock inside me. I wanna ride you to ecstasy.

I wanna feel your body hot and hard and hevy behind me, above me, working in and out of me. I want you to fuck me so bad. Yes, I really need it bad. I wanna get fucked fast and hard. I wanna get fucked out of my mind, to feel that big hard incredible hunk of a cock inside my warm wet pussy, I need to get fucked. I’m craving the feeling of your body inside mine...

I wanna get fucked by you, BigBoy. What do you think about that?

* This particular piece was written in 1986, fell out of a time capsule I was going through. Thought you might enjoy it just the same.

Since you asked- TMI Tuesday

This isn’t my usual thing, but since I’ve been asked this time I’ll answer...

On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
Quantity is a 4
Quality is a 10

2. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?
Adrenaline surge, tongues wrestling, panties getting very damp (if I have any on) and then grabbing his ass to make sure his hard cock rubs up against the right spot.

3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?
Acknowledging an anniversary by indulging one of my whims; Bringing a fantasy to life unexpectedly; telling me he loved me while he was deep inside of me – It was an incredible evening.

4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex? There’s several but on top of a pool table; on a staircase; on the washing machine all seem to rise to the top of the list.

5. How do you liked to be kissed?
Deeply, tenderly, lots of tongue and those little nibbles at my lips at the end make me go wild.

Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?
Learning after the fact that his roommates considered my overnight visits an excellent opportunity for “live audio porn”. Apparently if you were next door in the bathtub you could hear right through the wall and no one bothered to inform me of this fact. Until the night I quietly slipped from the room to use the bathroom afterwards - and found them all still in there listening, complete with beer and snacks…

Let me help keep it toned....

Did you know the strongest muscle in the body is the tongue? Be sure to keep it limber, warmed up and well-toned so you don't strain it.

Boytoy did that once; Now I'm careful to keep him exercising it so it doesn't happen again. He's quite good at using it to lick me until I come. Thoughtful of me look out for him this way, isn't it?

Feeding the hungry

He asks – And I consent. The boytoy doesn’t hesitate to get into position, doesn’t second guess my answer. Before he really settles in his spot, I’m crawling up his body. Delve into his mouth with my tongue and move his arms out of my way. I rise up, slowly settling one knee next to his ear, his hands lightly gripping my hips as I swing the othe leg over him. I wait a second til he asks me please… And with that I begin to settle down. His eyes are on mine as I cover his mouth with my slit, filling his senses with the taste and smell of my juices.

He gently nibbles, quick soft licks, as he pulls my hips closer, wider over him. His slow gentle touch gets rougher as he flicks my clit and licks the juices from my body. I can feel the wave start, just a ripple at first. I crave more as he starts tugging slightly on my body with his mouth. As he pulls, I slide deeper.. letting all tension go. My leg muscles relax and his face, his chin, his nose, all become buried in my nether regions with my full weight resting on him.

His hands grip my ass as I shift my weight, using his whole face to stimulate my body. He moans as I shift back, pulling my clit away for seconds, giving him a moment of air and then move forward again, pressing down and feeling the ripple rising inside. His mouth sucking on my hot button, then tongue tensing and delving deep inside me. My breathing shifts, becoming deeper as the intensity of the sensations increase.

I’m ever closer to where I want to go, my hands pinching my nipples, getting hotter, and pushing harder. The hair on his chin rubbing against me, my clit swollen in his mouth, I fall forward and end up on all fours, watching his eyes as the boytoy pushes me further into a frenzy. I’m whimpering without realizing it, knowing that wave is going to crest, I just need a little more to push me over the edge. My hips have a mind of their own as I use him to satisfy myself, back and forth, friction ever growing.

He knows me, knows my body. Has heard the whimpers and moans and all the little noises my body makes as it gets close and then crashes over the edge. His timing is perfect, nodding his head to keep in pace with my hips, sharp sucking and then flicking my magic button at just the right moment. And as I fall over the cliff thinking it can’t get an more intense he slides fingers inside me, setting off more fireworks. My back arches, and my legs shake as the ripple goes from inside out, and I come on his face.

Boytoy's request

The first time he whispered it I didn’t expect it. Sporting a strap-on? Now there’s a road I hadn’t traveled…yet. As in tying a cock, seated in leather, against my body. As in bending him over and having him ask for it. As in pushing cool lube inside him, playing with his ass while he holds himself open for me. As in pressing against him and sinking into him. As in hearing him moan for me. As in hearing him plead for me… please please please. As in fucking with his body enough to fuck with his head, so he’s not sure if he wants it to stop, or to go on, as in end the pain, or stretch it out.

Oh yeah, and then while I’ve got his cock in my mouth he mentions it again, having me fuck his ass with one of my toys while sucking his cock. Which leads to some very mixed images flowing through my brain, my toy slowly piercing his asshole, his body shaking and breath coming hard, him holding his legs up out of the way while he watches me take him. Taking him hard, rubbing my clit against the harness, watching the emotions flicker across his face. He’d be mine in a way he’d never been before.

One day, just casually asking me if I would fuck him with a strap-on. So gently asked, slipped into the random sex talk we have, easily dismissed. Except this is not the first time he’s mentioned it. It sticks in my mind because he’s got a different look on his face – like he’s hesitant to ask. Late that night, my body curled around his. I bump his ass with my hips as he mutters "um hum." I whisper in the dark ‘you’d let me wouldn’t you?’ he pulls me harder against his ass and tells me "oh yes – please be gentle." And the thought rolls in my mind again we’re going to go down this road if the trip lasts long enough.