Replay

One minute the smell of lilacs come through the window, the sun is shining, life is good. Then i smell leather, overwhelming my senses and I snap from my Vanilla life... I'm there, on the edge, wanting just a bit more, to push me over the hump and turn me into a sweaty screaming cumming machine. you lean over me, mouth on my body, arms chained, the leather rubbing against my skin, oh please please please just a little more, my hot button drowning in fluid, wanting one more  flick as I go over the edge. words no longer make sense and I'm a quivering mess, oh yes, yes, yes. hot, brimming with energy, wet and oh my god insensible, sheer ecstasy and adrenaline.  your mouth on mine  and we fully connect causing a burst of what seems like flame between us. Suddenly the smell of grass and the sound of the lawnmower...and its gone. I blink, it was all real enough years ago. Now however, just a reoccurring replay in my mind.

Whispered in the dark...

"You should have been a fucking porn star!" he said, all out of breath with sweat dripping off him. 

Sweet words from someone who doesn't know half of what I'm capable of.  Life is good.

Possessed

More of the story that started here....


Morning brought more than a few realizations to me. I was so used to deciding what we would do for the day, what would get accomplished, where we go or what we do. Today that was not an option. I was his, and it would be his decisions that would form our day, Not mine.

My nipples still tingled where they had been clamped, and My muscles ached in more than one place, unused to being held down for so long. We hadn’t even gotten out of bed when he indicated he had a surprise for me… other than last night. A gift, or gifts one might say. I opened the box to find three cicles; a gold hammered metal choker necklace, with a pattern formed by irregular openings around the surface of the necklace. He put it on me in front of the mirror so I could see how it looked around my neck. The metal was cold against my skin bringing goose bumps to the surface as I heard the click of the clasp locking it on me. Then a couple of bangle bracelets which snapped open and when closed were almost skin tight. It seemed so odd to have jewelery on but no clothing. The delicate looking circles on my wrists were sturdier than the looked, and he attached them to small chains, which in turn were clipped to the pattern in the choker… His beautiful present was a dressy set of restraints, beautiful against my skin but effective just the same.

He laid me back against the bed, my hands useless chained six inches from my collar. He dipped his mouth down to my nipples, sucking them hard and tweaking them. Oh god it felt good, his mouth on my body, hot breath on my cooled skin. He took his time, dallying over them nipping on one then the other. It was quickly heating up. His tongue on my skin, liquid heat, nipping, licking his way down my body. Pushing my legs apart, flicking his tongue along my slit, oh god his mouth is magic, yes, yes, yes, I want it. His muscles ripple as he pushes him self up, breaking contact with my skin, pulling me up beside him, leaving me wanting, telling me to scoot into the shower. He adjusts the water and the shower massage nozzle, water hitting my sensitive spots as he splashes me steadily. Bubbles from the soap lather sliding all over, rinsing me off, having me just hang in there while he washes himself.

Out of the tub, he puts me on my back on the bed, with a towel beneath me and disappears for a moment. He returns murmuring he’s always wanted to do this. Covering my crotch with shaving foam, he tells me to lie still or he’ll tie me wide open which will not be anywhere was pleasant as last night. I agree to be good, not wiggle, no need to tie me. He’s gentle, so agonizingly slow and steady as he shaves & re-shaves between my legs and along my panty line. He leaves a trimmed patch of hair on top, but shears my pussy lips clean, tugging first one way then another against the razor. He’s intent on his task, an artist at work, seeking perfection, shaved slick skin instead of prickles of hair. Rinse once, twice, then massages body lotion into me, all over my body, turning me over to cover me all round. Massages the aches from last night away, so relaxing His hands keep coming back to my ass, squeezing my pussy underneath me.

His fingers trail across my nether regions and slips ever so slightly into my slit. I moan in appreciation, but they are withdrawn quickly. He tells me we’ll be going out for food – and unclips my hands, warning me to keep them off my body. Dresses me in a plain white blouse, before buttoning it shut he tells me there’s more pieces to match the jewelery I have on. Out comes a short gold chain, ever so fine, with adjustable loops on each end. Sucking on my nipples, he slides the loops over and tightens them, not a tight pinch like the clamps, but a definite tug, squeezing, keeping my nipples hard. The sway of the cool metal against my skin, very enticing. He then buttons up the shirt til its shut just above the chain and leaves the rest undone. Anyone taller than I who gets close enough can glance down the shirt and just see the glint of the gold swaying between my tits. Another fine chain goes around my waist, dual chains dropping beneath me, one on each side of my clit, wrapping behind into my ass crack, and I hear a click behind me locking them to me. Tight enough to rub me, I’m very aware of the feel of them against me, yet loose enough they don’t pinch. He has me step into a small pleated skirt, tucks in the linen blouse and closes the skirt over my hips. He tells me no panties – and to find my heels while he gets his clothes on.

While I’m digging through the shoe pile I become very aware of the chains in between my legs, against my shaved body, swaying much like the one attached to my chest, moving with every motion of my body. Sliding into the heels, straightening the skirt in the mirror, I realize at first glance you can see my nipples, but can’t tell I have chains on my body, you’d have give it a second look to find them. He comes up behind me, smells so good, kisses my neck, pulls my ass against him, and tells me I look great, lets go. Breakfast, or should that be brunch, awaits us.

He indulges my whims, from the extra crispy French toast to the fruit deprived waffles loaded with syrup and butter. Eating is a constant turn on, the slow moving metal against my skin with every movement I make. We talk of trival things, friends we have, plans for this summer, a stranger would not know of the sexual tension underlying every word, every glance across the table. The meal takes forever and is over in a flash at the same time.

Walking, his casual smile in my direction as we chat, fills me with glee. And then we’re back to where we started, he holds all the keys, unlocks the doors and ushers me in. He drops the keys and pulls a couple of small clips from his pocket – and next thing I know the bangles on my wrists click together, and I’m hostage again.
I’m damp. Well, more than damp. The air on my naked chained body under my skirt has heightened my arousal and all I really want is is him inside me. Some men just like to fuck. He’d much rather play around and fuck with my mind before ever fucking my body. He bends me over the counter, flips up the skirt and slowly plays with my slit, rubbing just one finger back and forth on the wetness between the chains. Whatcha want is what he’s asking me, but my brain has shut down, incapable of sentences I just wanna fuck him, wanna come for him, however he wants.

The zipper on his jeans is loud as it opens, the heat off his body against my ass, as he rubs the head of his cock up and down. God I want him, tell him so, and he rudely shoves his cock inside me, hard inside me, pure heat filling me. He tells me if I’m good I just might get more of that, pulls out abruptly and the emptyness in my pussy is so much more pronounced knowing what I could have but don’t.. He pulls me back on my feet, unclips the skirt and tells me to step out of it as it falls.  

Unbuttoning my shirt he pushes me to my knees, tightens and then tugs on the chain between my tits pulling my face into his crotch, rubbing his cock against my mouth. I can smell my juices on him, and he pushes against my mouth. The throbbing heat of him, the taste of me, inside my mouth. I’m licking and twirling his cock as he thrusts again into my mouth, a little harder this time, and as I start to back off, he threads his hands in my hair and pulls me even farther into his crotch. Before I know it he’s fucking my face, keeping his tempo up, thrusting into my mouth. My knees ache, the chains bouncing against my chest and rubbing between my legs, so aware of them while the hot hardness of him invades my face again and again.

The tempo picks up; I shift the angle slightly so I can get more of him in my mouth; and suddenly it all lines up perfectly, and I can feel the head of his cock push into my throat. I can’t even lick him anymore as the speed increases, too fast, too deep, I’m out of control, just a mouth to pleasure him with, nothing more. I can feel the trembling starting from his toes upward, he’s telling me to take it, take it all, swallow him, swallow his come, he’s gonna come in my throat. I can feel the twitching against my tonsils, and instead of rocking out, he pushes farther in and I can feel the heat of him splashing in my throat. Too deep to taste him, he shoots down my throat, I can’t swallow, hold my breath, wait for him to finish, pull back a little so I can breath again. He shifts ,and catching my breath I lick him clean in my mouth as he softens.

I’m wet, so wet wanting him. I want to fuck him, be fucked by him. But its not what I want that matters today, its whatever he wants, however he wants, I promised him this. He pushes me back from him, zips his jeans shut, pulls away from me. I’m all but naked, in my chains and the unbuttoned oxford, kneeling at his feet. The opened shirt makes me all so much more aware of the fact he’s fully dressed, calm and composed, while my face is wet, hair mussed and I’m wearing his chains and not much more. He helps me to my feet and pushes me into the living room, telling me to wait here on my knees as he heads back to the bedroom.

The sun splashes in the center of the floor; I kneel waiting, mindless, just concentrating on the feeling of the pinch of the loops around my nipples and the drip between my legs. Hands helpless behind me and the air on the wetness between my legs, want his mouth on me, so wet and ready to be had, so open, at his mercy where is he, what is he up to now.

He returns, more chains clip around ankles and attach to the belly chains. Small luggage locks click and I can raise my ass some, but not to a full kneel, just maybe 10-12 inches from the floor. He then raises me up, and places a vibrator suction cupped to the floor between my legs. Its one of the larger ones we have, with the clit vibrator as well. He directs me to sit on it, feel it slide in my wet pussy as he pushes me slowly to the floor filling me with the jelly toy. So full its more than I usually take all at once. I open my mouth about to object when he looks at me with eyebrows raised. I did say for him to take me, make me his, use me, have me, however he wanted…which means I can’t object, I promised him this. Asked him for it, begged him last night to make me his and now I am, all his to play with.

He tightens the slack to my ankles, til I can only shift an inch or so up from the floor, truly caught by the vibe in my pussy, hands now locked as well to the shortened chains behind me. I’m squirming a little, the vibrator fills me full but the lack of movement is almost worse than being empty, its cold where his cock is hot, want him, want more, I’m whimpering when his tongue invades my mouth as his hands tug on the chain between my breasts.

I can feel the flush come up my body, so embarrassed with him watching me hump this toy, my hips rocking the small measure they can, the chain between my breast moving, tugging slightly as I try to get some leverage, some movement beneath me. It feels good, not him, but still good. He leans over and invades my mouth with his tongue, kissing me hard. Tells me he’ll be back shortly, and turns on the vibrator before he disappears.

Different Standards

I got off on it. Knowing he wanted what he couldn't have. He had it once and it wasn't enough. Oddly enough that happens more often than you might think.


Lots of guys are out for a fun night, but never do you expect to see them again. That wasn't the case for me. Once wasn't enough. Proximity didn't seem to matter either. There were fellas that would take a four hour bus ride, or that would drive 3 hours. There were fellas that had split with me, swearing we were through, coming back later, sometimes years later, for just one more romp please. Husbands that would sneak away from their wives, hide from their families and show up on my doorstep saying this is the last time, just once more… but it was never the last time. There always was another.

I wasn't good at saying no, I loved having sex. I didn't care really about the life he had that might end up in shambles because of the evening, I really didn't much care about the consequences. I wanted to get laid and did repeatedly. More than once I've been called a nympho, and there some truth to that; often I was asked where the off switch was. I never understood women who were too tired or men that got away with a " five minute quickie". A quickie for me was 15-20 minutes of hard riding, full blown naked sweating sex. From what I hear that is no quickie for most folks, just for me.

That’s what he begged for that night… just a quick fling and get it out of his system., for old times sake. He'd been telling me that for years… at least 20 of them. He was astonished I said no thanks this time. I don't think he'd ever heard me say it before. I played coy and wouldn't tell him why just in case I changed my mind. After all, odds were he'd ask again. It hadn't really been all that long since the last time - maybe a year? It served a couple of purposes then that I won't go into know; suffice it to say it wasn't every thing I thought it could be.


He was hung and then some, one big cock. However that last time just reminded me of just what he didn't know. In 20 years you'd think he'd have learned a few things, but nope. So instead of telling him I didn't want the disappointment, I just left him hanging. Maybe some other day I'd feel like trying to teach him a thing or two. Not that night.


The real problem was this one fella a few years younger than me. We'd known each other for a few years and then sort of accidently took advantage of each other one weekend. This led to other things, other times. Suddenly I was in over my head, he was showing me just what piss poor lovers I'd had in the past. Although our "thing" was at a current standstill, it was difficult not to rate other occasions with other folks on the "new normal" I had become used to.  Instead I'd rather turn them away than go for something subpar. I got off on it too, knowing whoever it was thought he was going to get back in my pants when I knew he was just another bumbler that would get me wound up and then leave me not quite satisfied.

After all, I have toys that are better than that.

Quick update

Got a New Toy - Hitachi.
Not as good as Boytoy's tongue, but an acceptable substitute when he's not here.

Forgetfulness

I became aware of the heat. I can hear the fan, what is supposed to be a steady cool temperature of air flowing, muted cars passing by. Heat just flowing next to my body. and as I begin to turn, to find its source I hear him murmur that everything’s fine, don’t worry, just relax & sleep. In a flash it comes back to me I’m not home, Not in any of the usual places I might be visiting. I’m in a strange city in a foreign hotel sleeping all curled up with a husband that isn’t mine.

I’m on what one would describe as a long strange trip, the final destination unknown and the beginning of the path quite blurry. I’ve fallen into an alternate reality for a few short days and can’t seem to remember much. Yesterday I forgot my life previous to this week. Couldn’t recall what I should have been doing with my day. Like it didn’t exist. And then making plans of sorts, I forgot he’s not my husband. It seems reality disappeared there for a moment. I forgot that when we leave this dimension it all melts away like an old movie with the words “the end” popping up on the screen.

I forgot I’ve slept with clothes on for the last two years, to hide from the fact that the person sharing my house doesn’t care to look at me, to touch me, to hold me. Tonight all I’m wearing is a sheet (and barely at that) with a furnace of a man tucked up against me just as naked. Even in his sleep he’s trying to comfort me, protect me. I’d forgotten what that was like. He was asked if his wife was enjoying herself and we both forgot that’s not me. It wasn’t until folks asked us how we knew each other that we recalled we lived separate lives in different places.

Its not the trip we intended to take, at least not in the beginning. Somewhere in the transition between reality and this strange dimension we stumbled, and holding each other up found we’d fallen down the rabbit hole. What should have been awkward, tense and troubling, flowed like he had lived beside me for a lifetime. Fears and concerns faded like reality and comfort turned to passion. And the passion held just as the concern and caring did underneath. I’m not sure where we are, nor where we’re going. The trip however is fantastic, and I have no intention of getting off the ride. I’ve forgotten which station to stop at, and my interest in recalling reality has faded fast.

I should write a letter

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was a fling, something fast and furious and over. He talked about making me come. About making me wet. About making me scream, about coming too hard, for too long, to want more. I teased him with a few thoughts. Went naked under my denims for him. Wore sweet nothings for him to feast his eyes on. Had him panting like hell. He made me think about it all the time. (Well okay, I thought about it most the time anyway.) Everything I said could have been turned one way or another. The panting phone calls and the risqué emails flew back and forth. Minutes burned on the cell phone just teasing. And then it suddenly happened. Not really pre-planned. Oh it’d been discussed ad nauseum. But never planned. One thing led to another and then he thrust himself into my mouth, into my slit. Hot and wet and slick. It was a fabulous furious fuck. Paid for it spades later with aches and pains, but worth it. Years of building up and then falling down the rabbit hole all at once. Wow. That was something. One of those moments when you believe all those stories in Penthouse & Playboy are true, because it belongs there.

Notes for the Borrowed Boy while on Vacation:

Shave your balls. When she asks tell her you’re trying to make her happy. You don’t want all the chafing. You’re cooler with out all the hair trapping the heat. You’re more comfortable swimming. I don’t really care what you tell her but shave, and keep yourself shaved.

I want you to get yourself off every morning. Preferably in the shower, but wherever if that won’t work. I want you to picture yourself kneeling on the floor, wanking away with your face in my snatch. I want you to come hard, spraying the shower wall. If you shower more than once a day, then you should come more than once a day. Nope, this is not optional. I want you to come at least once everyday you’re away from me.

I want you to buy yourself a collar. No need to wear it, but I want you to buy it while on vacation with your wife and keep it with your clothes. I want you to look at it every time you change and think about how it will feel when I put it on you. I want it to have at least one connection point for a leash, preferably more for other things.

I want you to spend one day without any boxers/briefs on. I want to know your cock and balls are naked under your pants. I’d like you to get dressed up and take your wife out someplace nice that day, so you can feel the smooth fabric of your dress pants slide against you. Taking her dancing the same night will get you bonus points with me.

I want you to take one day and cheerfully let her make every decision. Where you go. What you eat. How to spend the money. When to nap and when to work. Take this day to serve her…. As in she shouldn’t have to wait in line, shouldn’t have to want something from across the room, and shouldn’t have to deal with any work whatsoever. Take this day and be totally pussy-whipped with out grief or bitterness.

I want you to make a list of the ways you can serve me - when you’re with your wife. Be creative. Be truthful. Be inventive. Be ready to carry them out.

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.