SENSUAL HAUNTING / FINAL
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Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Thursday, September 22, 2016
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.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
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.
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.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
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.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, January 16, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
A girl has needs too...
Its been a while since the last time. A long while, or so it seems. However I should probably explain I’d gone longer. Through sheer stupidity It went more than a year once. Today I look back and wonder why I didn’t get out then, instead of waiting til it was long overdue to break off that relationship. I have trouble going a few days without nowadays. So when I say its been a long while, I mean about a month. Not since I came, I’ve been coming on the toys he bought me every other night or so. Sometimes its tame, a small gasp, a slight shudder, but enough to release some endorphins and for my body to relax. A few times I’ve teased myself for quite some time before I finally moved the rabbit to my little hot button and let it ride there til the wave hit. And just once … today I was going slowly, sliding the rabbit back and forth, teasing my slit with the head while the bunny just buzzed and buzzed. I was doing some reading, some rewriting of things I’d jotted down before, just letting my body ride out the pleasure. Visualizing how it’d been, the sheen of sweat on his body, the shimmer of heat off of mine as the two collided into each other. Soft slithering of the buzz across my body and just as I was thinking of how wide his cock was inside me, how it felt so different from the vibe… The wave came crashing over me without warning and my body clamped down hard. I swore and moaned all in the same breath, my pussy pushed the plastic out while my clit throbbed against the buzz. My god I came hard. I was deep breathing by the end of it feeling adrenaline soaring through me and then I knew… Its been too long since I had the real thing. I need to be fucked and how. I need a hard cock inside my hot pussy. I need a man. Now.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wearing her ring
Click. Its done. Locked, weighted, controlled. No key enclosed. He lets go of the solid steel circle, and feels the pull down away from his body. snug enough its not sliding off, loose enough it can be worn for days, his balls are no longer his to play with. They always ride high and tight; she is just as determined to pull them away, stretch him some so that she can play with them in any fashion she likes.
He’s had them wrapped in steel before – a day he’s not ever to forget, she had him in every sense of the word – teased, trapped, tied, & sexually tortured til he though he’d explode with wanting. He knows essentially his nuts will be fine – although the slight ache will seem much heavier as the day goes on, let alone tomorrow if she doesn’t show this evening.
Every motion of his body magnified as he dresses, His mind is far away, recalling the first time he wore this ball collar. -When she fastened a leash to the steel, led him around the house and ultimately locked him to the floor by his balls. His hands clipped to his collar, she rode his face till it was well slicked with her juices and then walked away, leaving him wanting.
The drive into work is not any more peaceful, thank goodness for the loose denims covering his body. He was still recalling how she had put him on his knees that same evening and chained his ankles to the same small clip at the base of the ball stretcher, unlocking him from the floor but making walking impossible and crawling difficult, flashes of pain as he traveled from room to room.
How he was to concentrate on work he had no idea, the stretcher pulling on his body, just like her squeezing him and tugging him down. She liked to play with him, even sucking his balls into her mouth at times. When they’d stretched out a little, she would not only suck on them but almost roll them in her hot mouth with her tongue. That would be well worth the ache wrapped around his body now.
He can only hope her reward tonight will be equal to the last time he gave her possession of his balls. He had a whole day to get through; Being mindful of the clunk of steel as he sat down, the constant thoughts of his nuts wrapped with steel were vying for attention along with the many demands of work. Knowing with every move he was hers until the lock was opened on the shiny steel collar between his legs.
It was turning out to be a very long day.
He’s had them wrapped in steel before – a day he’s not ever to forget, she had him in every sense of the word – teased, trapped, tied, & sexually tortured til he though he’d explode with wanting. He knows essentially his nuts will be fine – although the slight ache will seem much heavier as the day goes on, let alone tomorrow if she doesn’t show this evening.
Every motion of his body magnified as he dresses, His mind is far away, recalling the first time he wore this ball collar. -When she fastened a leash to the steel, led him around the house and ultimately locked him to the floor by his balls. His hands clipped to his collar, she rode his face till it was well slicked with her juices and then walked away, leaving him wanting.
The drive into work is not any more peaceful, thank goodness for the loose denims covering his body. He was still recalling how she had put him on his knees that same evening and chained his ankles to the same small clip at the base of the ball stretcher, unlocking him from the floor but making walking impossible and crawling difficult, flashes of pain as he traveled from room to room.
How he was to concentrate on work he had no idea, the stretcher pulling on his body, just like her squeezing him and tugging him down. She liked to play with him, even sucking his balls into her mouth at times. When they’d stretched out a little, she would not only suck on them but almost roll them in her hot mouth with her tongue. That would be well worth the ache wrapped around his body now.
He can only hope her reward tonight will be equal to the last time he gave her possession of his balls. He had a whole day to get through; Being mindful of the clunk of steel as he sat down, the constant thoughts of his nuts wrapped with steel were vying for attention along with the many demands of work. Knowing with every move he was hers until the lock was opened on the shiny steel collar between his legs.
It was turning out to be a very long day.
Flashbacks
Coming on his hand; his mouth on my clit; fascination as his whole hand disappears inside me; consuming his cock with my cunt; riding his face; my tits wrapped around his hardness, the head of his cock dipping in my mouth; the amazing feel of my body exploding as he twitches and explodes inside me; complete
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
On arriving home
There she was. Not just there, waiting on his arrival, with a smile and asking how his day went. Once again she had a surprise of sorts for him. Beige Corset laced and tightened over naked skin. Sheer nylons held up by a flesh colored garterbelt. Tiny side-tied panties in the shade Victoria’s Secret called “nude” with a growing wet spot. A leather collar circling her neck, a bold black stripe attracting attention from the pale ensemble she wore. Small pale leather straps on her wrists clipped together and chained overhead to the bed. Ankles tied with satin scarves to the headboard posts Silenced with an O ring gag, and blindfolded as well, she was trapped. Willingly trapped, but captured just the same.
Tied open for him, waiting for him to come home and make his day oh so much better. As he threw down his keys, he noticed the remote to her vibrating chrome egg. It was set on low, on a hunch, he moved it up to medium. Her body shuddered in response. Oh yes, those teeny panties were holding that egg in place. Kicking off his shoes, he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He maneuvered to the bottom of the bed, watching the show. The damp spot became wet, then started to widen. His weight on the bed elicited a moan, and he got a decided reaction when he placed the ice cold bottle against her body.
She was all laid out, just waiting to be played with. He couldn’t resist the invitation, and caressed the back side of her legs, nibbled on her toes and the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. He took his time, suckling on her nipples, watching her body flush as she responded to him. He chuckled and pushed the vibe to high. Finishing the beer, he rummaged through his toy box and found the nipple clamps. She was moaning almost constantly at this point. The vibe was good, her panties turning sheer as they got ever wetter, but without any pressure on her clit or nipples she wasn’t coming. He rolled, and twisted, and then pulled on the nipples, clamping them tightly & quickly. Her breathing changed as she attempted to ride the pain out.
He could tell she was getting closer, just needed a little help. However he choose to untie the llittle panties and let the vibe slide out of her. She wasn’t happy with that decision. He drew off his belt, folded it over and lightly hit her inner thighs to focus her thoughts elsewhere. He reddened her skin, and then snapped the end of the belt right onto her clit. Instantly she wriggled, trying to lift her clit for more. He obliged, hitting her twice more in that sweet spot, and then she was coming. As she started to still, he flicked the clamps and then removed them, bringing a whole new sensation on top of the waves of pleasure she was experiencing, and she exploded again.
He dove between her legs, licking the drippings from her, and then playing with her clit, sucking on it and twirling it with his tongue. He knew her could push her harder, and did. Mouth on her cunt and fingers pulling on her tits, her kept the sensations going as he felt her body try to buck beneath him. Rising, pushing off the jeans, he left her wanting for a moment. No tugging, no flicking, suddenly the absence of the senstation brings her to a whimper.
And then his weight shifted on the bed again. Just a slight pressure, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. In one fell swoop he thrust into her, deep and hot, and held himself there as he loosened her gag. She stretched her jaw out a few times, but by the time she wanted to talk, his tongue was already down her throat and he was pumping in and out of her fiercely. Slapping against her hard, knowing he was smacking her clit everytime they collided.
She began to mutter a litany to him every time their mouths separated, begging him to fuck her harder, make her come, to fill her with his come, to take her and fill her, encouraging him to fuck harder, faster deeper. He did just as she suggested, and then hit bottom and held there, she felt the twitch of him inside her and her body exploded, knowing she was full of his sticky come and unable to do anything but take whatever he choose to give her.
Tied open for him, waiting for him to come home and make his day oh so much better. As he threw down his keys, he noticed the remote to her vibrating chrome egg. It was set on low, on a hunch, he moved it up to medium. Her body shuddered in response. Oh yes, those teeny panties were holding that egg in place. Kicking off his shoes, he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He maneuvered to the bottom of the bed, watching the show. The damp spot became wet, then started to widen. His weight on the bed elicited a moan, and he got a decided reaction when he placed the ice cold bottle against her body.
She was all laid out, just waiting to be played with. He couldn’t resist the invitation, and caressed the back side of her legs, nibbled on her toes and the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. He took his time, suckling on her nipples, watching her body flush as she responded to him. He chuckled and pushed the vibe to high. Finishing the beer, he rummaged through his toy box and found the nipple clamps. She was moaning almost constantly at this point. The vibe was good, her panties turning sheer as they got ever wetter, but without any pressure on her clit or nipples she wasn’t coming. He rolled, and twisted, and then pulled on the nipples, clamping them tightly & quickly. Her breathing changed as she attempted to ride the pain out.
He could tell she was getting closer, just needed a little help. However he choose to untie the llittle panties and let the vibe slide out of her. She wasn’t happy with that decision. He drew off his belt, folded it over and lightly hit her inner thighs to focus her thoughts elsewhere. He reddened her skin, and then snapped the end of the belt right onto her clit. Instantly she wriggled, trying to lift her clit for more. He obliged, hitting her twice more in that sweet spot, and then she was coming. As she started to still, he flicked the clamps and then removed them, bringing a whole new sensation on top of the waves of pleasure she was experiencing, and she exploded again.
He dove between her legs, licking the drippings from her, and then playing with her clit, sucking on it and twirling it with his tongue. He knew her could push her harder, and did. Mouth on her cunt and fingers pulling on her tits, her kept the sensations going as he felt her body try to buck beneath him. Rising, pushing off the jeans, he left her wanting for a moment. No tugging, no flicking, suddenly the absence of the senstation brings her to a whimper.
And then his weight shifted on the bed again. Just a slight pressure, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. In one fell swoop he thrust into her, deep and hot, and held himself there as he loosened her gag. She stretched her jaw out a few times, but by the time she wanted to talk, his tongue was already down her throat and he was pumping in and out of her fiercely. Slapping against her hard, knowing he was smacking her clit everytime they collided.
She began to mutter a litany to him every time their mouths separated, begging him to fuck her harder, make her come, to fill her with his come, to take her and fill her, encouraging him to fuck harder, faster deeper. He did just as she suggested, and then hit bottom and held there, she felt the twitch of him inside her and her body exploded, knowing she was full of his sticky come and unable to do anything but take whatever he choose to give her.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Being Used
His voice, all throaty and rough in my ear. “Right now I’d just be using you to get off, and that’s not fair to you” The air, already hot & sweaty, suddenly carries an electrical charge between us.
- Maybe, just maybe, I get off sometimes just getting fucked - is what I’m thinking but not a word of it comes out of my mouth. I just tilt my head ever so slightly and my eyebrows go up as I reach for his face, my tongue darting into his mouth. We connect ever so tightly, a slight sucking sound as I pull my mouth off his and whisper “says who?”
Not sure who lunged first at the other, just know that the next round of tongue wrestling was well underway when it became obvious we had way too many clothes on. Quick frantic movements from both of us, popping the waistband buttons and unzipping the jeans as he murmers, “turn around, I want you from behind”
The jeans still half on, my foot almost gets caught up in the tiny string side of the damp semi-sheer red bikini panties as I turn and disrobe at the same time. His denims just barely down over his ass, he grabs my hips and pulls me up against his cock.
I’m ready for him, getting ever wetter just waiting for him to be inside me. Thinking about how that connection, that hot pressure inside my pussy just thrills me every time. The first time, the next time, the 100th time, the last time. Doesn’t matter because I just crave his cock inside my body.
He pushes against me, and I guide his cock to the exact spot, lining his thrusting up with the sweet spot inside. My half dressed situation is ignored as I concentrate on the sensations flowing through me while flicking my clit back and forth. His breathing hot and heavy into my ear, telling me “this is going to be fast, oh god, so wet, so tight”
“yes… yes please…oh god yes” is about all I can manage to spit out because I’m playing with myself, the wave starts small but I can feel it start to flow inside me. His hands on my hips, pushing and pulling me however he wants, using my body for his own sweet release.
A groan in my ear and he slams our bodies together hard, spraying hot come inside me. I pinch and twist my clit and trigger my body to respond as well. I want to scream, I can feel it surge, like an electrical current right through me, and then I’m coming around his cock.
I don’t know how long it was, a moment, a minute, fifteen minutes? I just know when I became coherent I realized only my one leg was bare. Our clothes, instead of being thrown about the room, were still hanging on our bodies. It was fast, it was furious, it was another great fuck.
Its months later and I’m still not sure who was using who that night.
- Maybe, just maybe, I get off sometimes just getting fucked - is what I’m thinking but not a word of it comes out of my mouth. I just tilt my head ever so slightly and my eyebrows go up as I reach for his face, my tongue darting into his mouth. We connect ever so tightly, a slight sucking sound as I pull my mouth off his and whisper “says who?”
Not sure who lunged first at the other, just know that the next round of tongue wrestling was well underway when it became obvious we had way too many clothes on. Quick frantic movements from both of us, popping the waistband buttons and unzipping the jeans as he murmers, “turn around, I want you from behind”
The jeans still half on, my foot almost gets caught up in the tiny string side of the damp semi-sheer red bikini panties as I turn and disrobe at the same time. His denims just barely down over his ass, he grabs my hips and pulls me up against his cock.
I’m ready for him, getting ever wetter just waiting for him to be inside me. Thinking about how that connection, that hot pressure inside my pussy just thrills me every time. The first time, the next time, the 100th time, the last time. Doesn’t matter because I just crave his cock inside my body.
He pushes against me, and I guide his cock to the exact spot, lining his thrusting up with the sweet spot inside. My half dressed situation is ignored as I concentrate on the sensations flowing through me while flicking my clit back and forth. His breathing hot and heavy into my ear, telling me “this is going to be fast, oh god, so wet, so tight”
“yes… yes please…oh god yes” is about all I can manage to spit out because I’m playing with myself, the wave starts small but I can feel it start to flow inside me. His hands on my hips, pushing and pulling me however he wants, using my body for his own sweet release.
A groan in my ear and he slams our bodies together hard, spraying hot come inside me. I pinch and twist my clit and trigger my body to respond as well. I want to scream, I can feel it surge, like an electrical current right through me, and then I’m coming around his cock.
I don’t know how long it was, a moment, a minute, fifteen minutes? I just know when I became coherent I realized only my one leg was bare. Our clothes, instead of being thrown about the room, were still hanging on our bodies. It was fast, it was furious, it was another great fuck.
Its months later and I’m still not sure who was using who that night.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Request
Touch me.
Hands all over
Warm me up,
Heat me up,
Taste me
Lick me
Suck my nipples
Nip at my neck
Tease me
Make me wet
Caress me
Fill me.
Hands all over
Warm me up,
Heat me up,
Taste me
Lick me
Suck my nipples
Nip at my neck
Tease me
Make me wet
Caress me
Fill me.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
A Simple Story
The first time he kissed me and I thought about it for months. One night we went for a walk and he told me the hottest story. The second time he kissed me and I thought lightening had hit me. The first time he went down on me, I wondered where the hell he’d been all my life. I got into my car and wondered if it had really happened or if I’d imagined it all. Then I spotted the bruises from his fingers on my hip and got wet thinking of how they got there.
The next time I saw him I couldn’t get naked fast enough. He wanted to play and I was a willing toy. I bit my hand trying to be quiet and bruised it all to hell. He finally let me and I’ll never forget how hard he was in my mouth or the look on his face as he slipped deep into my throat. What started as one thing turned into another and then a third. I learned there is indeed such a thing as a point of no return and we had definitely crossed it. Unforgettable, His face as my pussy milked his cock inside me and how his eyes darken when he comes.
He spent the night with me, made me laugh and then made me come. Once, twice. Then I lost count. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He put his hands over his head, whispered to me to use him, and adrenaline surged into my bloodstream. Another weekend I fucked him into exhaustion, the days are a blur, the moments at night are bright and burned into my brain. I’d never played with nipple clamps before; now I have my own set. Wetness running down my thighs as he kneels below me licking it up as fast as he can. Shifting my hips against his and he carries me across the room speared on his cock. The strength in his body and intensity of contact surges and puts me over the edge.
He Takes me from behind one night and my legs shake so hard I’m sure they’ll collapse. His touch so tender and his body so hard. My hips constantly moving, wanting more, I finally sit on his face and trap him beneath me, flooding his face as he sucks on my clit and attempts to breathe. He takes me on my back and as he shudders inside me I lose myself, not so much blacking out but definitely not in touch with reality for a moment. What was a sudden thought turns into a romantic dinner for two, not planned as such but just the same a evening that made me feel like a princess. We play together, he talks me through an intense climax unlike any I’d ever had and I realize he’s changed my life, allowed me to be whoever I want without judgement.
Fucking silently on the beach, wanting it to last and wanting to explode all at once. Curling up tight against him, his hard cock sliding against my ass. Waking up and having him inside me before I can form the thought aloud. Meeting for lunch and thinking food is overrated, wanting the taste of him and the taste of me on him, nothing you'll find on a restauant menu. The never ending thrill of unbuckling his belt, taking his pants off him. Discovering his cock wrapped in leather for me, tying his hands over his head and rocking myself on him, coming once, twice, a dozen times.
He calls and has me talk him through my choices on a new toy. I hang up and can hardly comprehend how different this year is from the last. He sucks my toes and ties my tits and makes me want to scream. He lets me take him and tease him; pinch him, squeeze him. He calls just to come in my ear long distance, and I cream my jeans instantly. He pushes me on the counter and I long for him to tie me up, take me there, fuck me hard and make me come.
I climb out of my car and he knows I have no undies on, my ass is naked under the denim and a wolfish smile slides across his face. He talks dirty to my in my ear until my climax washes over me and I explode. I find myself gagged, collared and tied as he fucks me with a vibe and tweaks my nipples until my body betrays me, flushing pink and coming for him. I push my finger up his ass with his cock in my mouth and he whimpers for me to push him over the edge. We explore one kink after another, each time going further than the last. At night I fall asleep wondering just how far we will go.
It reads like a porn novel, no one would believe its my life.
The next time I saw him I couldn’t get naked fast enough. He wanted to play and I was a willing toy. I bit my hand trying to be quiet and bruised it all to hell. He finally let me and I’ll never forget how hard he was in my mouth or the look on his face as he slipped deep into my throat. What started as one thing turned into another and then a third. I learned there is indeed such a thing as a point of no return and we had definitely crossed it. Unforgettable, His face as my pussy milked his cock inside me and how his eyes darken when he comes.
He spent the night with me, made me laugh and then made me come. Once, twice. Then I lost count. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He put his hands over his head, whispered to me to use him, and adrenaline surged into my bloodstream. Another weekend I fucked him into exhaustion, the days are a blur, the moments at night are bright and burned into my brain. I’d never played with nipple clamps before; now I have my own set. Wetness running down my thighs as he kneels below me licking it up as fast as he can. Shifting my hips against his and he carries me across the room speared on his cock. The strength in his body and intensity of contact surges and puts me over the edge.
He Takes me from behind one night and my legs shake so hard I’m sure they’ll collapse. His touch so tender and his body so hard. My hips constantly moving, wanting more, I finally sit on his face and trap him beneath me, flooding his face as he sucks on my clit and attempts to breathe. He takes me on my back and as he shudders inside me I lose myself, not so much blacking out but definitely not in touch with reality for a moment. What was a sudden thought turns into a romantic dinner for two, not planned as such but just the same a evening that made me feel like a princess. We play together, he talks me through an intense climax unlike any I’d ever had and I realize he’s changed my life, allowed me to be whoever I want without judgement.
Fucking silently on the beach, wanting it to last and wanting to explode all at once. Curling up tight against him, his hard cock sliding against my ass. Waking up and having him inside me before I can form the thought aloud. Meeting for lunch and thinking food is overrated, wanting the taste of him and the taste of me on him, nothing you'll find on a restauant menu. The never ending thrill of unbuckling his belt, taking his pants off him. Discovering his cock wrapped in leather for me, tying his hands over his head and rocking myself on him, coming once, twice, a dozen times.
He calls and has me talk him through my choices on a new toy. I hang up and can hardly comprehend how different this year is from the last. He sucks my toes and ties my tits and makes me want to scream. He lets me take him and tease him; pinch him, squeeze him. He calls just to come in my ear long distance, and I cream my jeans instantly. He pushes me on the counter and I long for him to tie me up, take me there, fuck me hard and make me come.
I climb out of my car and he knows I have no undies on, my ass is naked under the denim and a wolfish smile slides across his face. He talks dirty to my in my ear until my climax washes over me and I explode. I find myself gagged, collared and tied as he fucks me with a vibe and tweaks my nipples until my body betrays me, flushing pink and coming for him. I push my finger up his ass with his cock in my mouth and he whimpers for me to push him over the edge. We explore one kink after another, each time going further than the last. At night I fall asleep wondering just how far we will go.
It reads like a porn novel, no one would believe its my life.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Confused and content...
I don’t understand it. I don’t even pretend to understand it. Anyone else and I’d be the pull, the push, the drive behind it. And then he comes along. I keep thinking the same way… but when he walks in the room it all flies out the window. All the urges that seem to be automatic in me disappear. Well, not all of them but enough of them. I could push, I could take it over, but Instead I have this overwhelming sense of giving in, giving up, giving over to him. I’m beyond myself trying to understand it. I keep thinking this next time it’ll be my way… and 15 seconds into it, I’m craving it – whatever you want, however you want. Toss me and tease me, taste me and turn me…take me. I’ve wandered off the map and I’m not sure where I am. The streets all have the right names, but are going in opposite directions, the compass faces due south, and the world has turned upside down. I suspected it might happen some day and I would struggle through it –but I was wrong. It is happening, I’m beyond content, it’s a fulfilling excitement; I feel precious, female, worshipped and adored. Its an amazing thing... and it completes me.
Monday, October 6, 2008
I'm screwed
Yes, in that totally overwhelming way that keeps my brain from functioning and almost any subject that crosses my mind turns into a flash of the adventure which then stops the current subject from consideration…. While my outside may be calm and collected, Able to function as it does everyday – inside pieces are still melting, feeling the fullness, seeing the eyes as the explosion happens, memory of the feel of the hardness growing in my mouth, the tender touch that explodes, the slightly swollen mouth from passionate kisses, the feel of tongue between my legs, strong hands on my waist and hips, sheer strength supporting me, body betraying every sensible thought, one explosion after another repeating, dampness between my legs. And although its meant to calm the need, a little leads to more, and then again, and the appetite grows when it was expected to be fulfilled. Craving, blood pulsing and wanting more although the body knows its had enough, the mind goes ravenous. Oh yeah, totally fucked
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