My phone rings.
"blondage, I have an idea...."
When my dear friend "The Schoolgirl" gets her wheels turning, I know I'm in for it!
I loved her plan, of course. I would drive to her place to stay for the weekend. She and her boyfriend/sub "gman" would invite him over. It sounded simple on paper. Ha! It had taken careful, meticulous planning, and I was a nervous wreck!
What would he say? Would be be angry with me? Flustered? Most importantly, would the chemistry still be there after all this time.....????
I arrived at Schoolgirl's house early. She and her boy toy were planning to dress me. Yes, I mean that literally. We have, uhm, a very "close" relationship these days. We giggled like crazy as we tore through my over night bag. I modeled, they chose. Time for cocktails!
They made me a rather stiff drink, then sat down to watch me pace.
Lord, did I pace.
I felt their eyes on me, but I couldn't focus on anything but the floor. I was aware that they were talking. I knew they were talking about Him. I could even make out their tone - part giddy, part nervous for me. Their actual words remain a mystery.
I looked at my cell. Noting the time, I gulped. Any minute now....
I heard them gasp, and it registered in my slightly panicky brain that we had all just heard a car door.
Schoolgirl dashed to me, grabbed my shoulders, and smiled.
"Go get the door blondage."
I watched them scurry off around the corner. I knew they would at the very least be listening in. I was rather comforted by that.
He knocks.
I float to the door.
One last deep breath.
All of a sudden, there he is. I'm catapulted back in time. Memories of spooning, cracking up about boomsticks, choking on his enormous cock, and being spanked until his hands went numb flood my mind.
I see shock and recognition in his expression.
Am I breathing? I think I'm breathing.
I notice his lips beginning to twitch.
His eye brow raises slightly.
"Hello blondage."
I can't help it. I totally giggle.
"Surprise?"
He smiles.
"I should have known....."
One minute we were standing there; the next I was shoved against the wall, his hand threaded firmly through my long blond hair.
"What am I going to do with you??"
He sounds a bit exasperated.
I fight a smile.
"You might think about kissing me hello."
He swiftly spins me around to face the wall.
"No."
I feel his breath, warm against my neck.
His hands slowly drift down my body.
Oh my God....I remember those hands.....
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
I yelp and whimper.
I see my friends out of the corner of my eye. They're not just listening. They are watching! Rascals.
SMACK!
SMACK!
I try to press back against him but he holds me firmly in place.
SMACK!
His free hand snakes around me, pinching my nipples.
SMACK!
SMACK!
He presses against me. Mmmmm. I feel that he is rock hard already.
I'm kind of terrified, but ohhhhhh so very wet.
I know exactly what * I * want.
I know that HE knows exactly what I want.
But will he give it to me?
If you are good little flowers, I just might tell you.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Burned.
She braced herself against the bathroom counter.
She knew she was in shock.
He had broken in to her hotel room, done something to her that she had barely been brave enough to fantasize about, and then left. He had LEFT.
She felt herself laugh. Hysteria? Pent up anxiety and emotion bubbling to the surface after all these years? Possibly.
She heard movement outside her door. She knew at that moment that he had been standing at the door, listening.
She made a decision. He was not going to leave her in this state. Not like this.
She pulled her robe out of her over-night bag, wrapping it around herself half-hazardly. She grabbed her room key and yanked open the hotel room door just in time to hear a gentle, distant "click".
"Stairwell.", she thought to herself. "RUN!".
She sprinted down the hallway, clutching her robe.
She opened the door, and saw him, a floor or so down.
"Please.", she gasped out. "WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
He stopped, turned, and fixed her with his gaze.
She began to move again, but slowly. Deliberately. She was slinking down those stairs, feeling his gaze burning her skin.
She stood before him. He was motionless. Simply staring with those piercing eyes of his.
Tentatively, she reached out and touched his face.
He had kissed her in the room. Bruised her, cut her lip. It mattered not.
She stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his.
Gently.
Almost tenderly.
His arms snaked around her, spun her around, and pressed her in to the wall.
"Please.", she whispered against his lips. "Take me now. Here.".
"You understand that you will be punished for this.", he growled.
"Yes Sir.", she whimpered.
"Severely."
"I understand.".
His hands opened her robe. She was naked underneath. She heard his breath catch a bit. She fought a smile.
Her hands moved to his fly, opening it, releasing his cock.
She had felt it pressing hard against her ass earlier, but she had never actually touched it before.
She began to stroke him. He was already as hard as a rock; perhaps from the earlier play during which he had not orgasmed, or perhaps in anticipation of finally being inside of her..
She knew her pussy was completely drenched. His entire hand had been inside her, and she had cum so incredibly hard for him. She was sore, but so, very, ready, for, this.
He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She felt the head of his cock nudging at her clit.
"Beg for it.", he growled.
"Please...", she whimpered.
He remained still.
She reached between them, rubbed her pussy, and then gripped his cock.
"Feel how wet I am for you. Feel how badly I need you inside me.".
He moaned, and his cock twitched in her hand.
"Please. Please fuck me.".
He entered her swiftly, up to the hilt. She began to move, grinding against him, using his shoulders as leverage to pull herself up, and lower herself down. She knew he was speaking to her, demanding that she ride him, but the words barely registered. She was lost in sensation. He was thrusting harder, and harder, and faster.... She was not going to last much longer. She was seconds away from cumming when suddenly he froze and held her still.
"NO! Please don't stop!".
He shifted her, lowered her feet to the ground. He eased his cock out of her pussy, and spun her around.
"Hands on the wall. Now!".
She closed her eyes and braced herself.
WHACK!
He moved his lips to her ear.
"Do you really think that you have a say in this?".
She moaned.
WHACK!!! WHACK!!!!!
"Do you really think that you have any control? Any rights?".
SLAP SLAP SLAP!!!!!!
The sound of him spanking her ass echoed through the stairwell.
She whimpered, anticipating the next strike......
She felt him move a bit....
And.....nothing.
She waited, confused.
She turned her head slightly, and gasped.
She heard a distant click.
He was gone.
Again.
Her shaking hands clutched the rail. Her forehead pressed against the cool surface of the wall. She thought for a moment that she might cry, but then.....
....her lips began to twitch, her body began to shake, and she began to laugh.
She knew she was in shock.
He had broken in to her hotel room, done something to her that she had barely been brave enough to fantasize about, and then left. He had LEFT.
She felt herself laugh. Hysteria? Pent up anxiety and emotion bubbling to the surface after all these years? Possibly.
She heard movement outside her door. She knew at that moment that he had been standing at the door, listening.
She made a decision. He was not going to leave her in this state. Not like this.
She pulled her robe out of her over-night bag, wrapping it around herself half-hazardly. She grabbed her room key and yanked open the hotel room door just in time to hear a gentle, distant "click".
"Stairwell.", she thought to herself. "RUN!".
She sprinted down the hallway, clutching her robe.
She opened the door, and saw him, a floor or so down.
"Please.", she gasped out. "WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
He stopped, turned, and fixed her with his gaze.
She began to move again, but slowly. Deliberately. She was slinking down those stairs, feeling his gaze burning her skin.
She stood before him. He was motionless. Simply staring with those piercing eyes of his.
Tentatively, she reached out and touched his face.
He had kissed her in the room. Bruised her, cut her lip. It mattered not.
She stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his.
Gently.
Almost tenderly.
His arms snaked around her, spun her around, and pressed her in to the wall.
"Please.", she whispered against his lips. "Take me now. Here.".
"You understand that you will be punished for this.", he growled.
"Yes Sir.", she whimpered.
"Severely."
"I understand.".
His hands opened her robe. She was naked underneath. She heard his breath catch a bit. She fought a smile.
Her hands moved to his fly, opening it, releasing his cock.
She had felt it pressing hard against her ass earlier, but she had never actually touched it before.
She began to stroke him. He was already as hard as a rock; perhaps from the earlier play during which he had not orgasmed, or perhaps in anticipation of finally being inside of her..
She knew her pussy was completely drenched. His entire hand had been inside her, and she had cum so incredibly hard for him. She was sore, but so, very, ready, for, this.
He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She felt the head of his cock nudging at her clit.
"Beg for it.", he growled.
"Please...", she whimpered.
He remained still.
She reached between them, rubbed her pussy, and then gripped his cock.
"Feel how wet I am for you. Feel how badly I need you inside me.".
He moaned, and his cock twitched in her hand.
"Please. Please fuck me.".
He entered her swiftly, up to the hilt. She began to move, grinding against him, using his shoulders as leverage to pull herself up, and lower herself down. She knew he was speaking to her, demanding that she ride him, but the words barely registered. She was lost in sensation. He was thrusting harder, and harder, and faster.... She was not going to last much longer. She was seconds away from cumming when suddenly he froze and held her still.
"NO! Please don't stop!".
He shifted her, lowered her feet to the ground. He eased his cock out of her pussy, and spun her around.
"Hands on the wall. Now!".
She closed her eyes and braced herself.
WHACK!
He moved his lips to her ear.
"Do you really think that you have a say in this?".
She moaned.
WHACK!!! WHACK!!!!!
"Do you really think that you have any control? Any rights?".
SLAP SLAP SLAP!!!!!!
The sound of him spanking her ass echoed through the stairwell.
She whimpered, anticipating the next strike......
She felt him move a bit....
And.....nothing.
She waited, confused.
She turned her head slightly, and gasped.
She heard a distant click.
He was gone.
Again.
Her shaking hands clutched the rail. Her forehead pressed against the cool surface of the wall. She thought for a moment that she might cry, but then.....
....her lips began to twitch, her body began to shake, and she began to laugh.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Controlled.
It was the middle of the night. Another long, sleepless night. She was exhausted, but sleep simply would not come.
She was feeling well and truly mind-fucked.
Not in a BAD way, but still....
Mind-fucked.
She smiled.
It all made a strange sort of "sense".
Hell, it was practically cosmic.
She closed her eyes, and shivered.
Once the obstacles had cleared, he would finally take what should have belonged to him half a lifetime ago.
Until then, she hoped he could be patient. She was feeling weak. So very weak. Please....let him be strong enough for us both.
His words flooded her mind.
"You make me want to make you near me.".
She could feel little pieces of herself begin to crack. Simply.....crack.
She stared off in to the darkness, thinking about his voice. He had completely taken control of her in a single five minute phone call. There had been no "pleasantries". There had been no time wasted on gentle teasing or laughter. His still familiar voice had established their roles in mere seconds...
...and she had loved it.
Every. Single. Word.
Well, ok, the ones she could remember anyway.
Apparently, she had whimpered quite a bit, but she remembered nothing of that.
Just.....the tone. That voice. Echoing through her brain. Refusing to allow her a moment's peace.
She recalled what he had said when she voiced the fear of losing control.
"I don't think you lost control at all. It simply wasn't yours to have... or lose."
She was in awe of him.
In fucking awe.
Her Sir who is somewhat less than fond of her calling him Sir....
She felt herself smiling.
She knew he could push her in ways no other had before, if he chose to.
She wanted to push back. She wanted to push him to the brink and feel him unleash all of his passion and anger and fierceness upon her. Inside her.
Her body began to hum. She slid two fingers inside her drenched pussy. She began to rub her clit with her other hand. She was grateful he had granted her permission, or she may have been in big trouble.
She bit her lip as she began to orgasm. She had been doing that a lot lately. Her lower lip was quite sore.
Words to a Nitzer Ebb song burst in to her mind.
After her breathing slowed, she sighed. She began considering the best and worst case scenarios. She sighed again.
This was either going to be one of the most exciting, most thrilling experiences of her life, or she was heading for a front-on collision with a freight train.
She was feeling well and truly mind-fucked.
Not in a BAD way, but still....
Mind-fucked.
She smiled.
It all made a strange sort of "sense".
Hell, it was practically cosmic.
She closed her eyes, and shivered.
Once the obstacles had cleared, he would finally take what should have belonged to him half a lifetime ago.
Until then, she hoped he could be patient. She was feeling weak. So very weak. Please....let him be strong enough for us both.
His words flooded her mind.
"You make me want to make you near me.".
She could feel little pieces of herself begin to crack. Simply.....crack.
She stared off in to the darkness, thinking about his voice. He had completely taken control of her in a single five minute phone call. There had been no "pleasantries". There had been no time wasted on gentle teasing or laughter. His still familiar voice had established their roles in mere seconds...
...and she had loved it.
Every. Single. Word.
Well, ok, the ones she could remember anyway.
Apparently, she had whimpered quite a bit, but she remembered nothing of that.
Just.....the tone. That voice. Echoing through her brain. Refusing to allow her a moment's peace.
She recalled what he had said when she voiced the fear of losing control.
"I don't think you lost control at all. It simply wasn't yours to have... or lose."
She was in awe of him.
In fucking awe.
Her Sir who is somewhat less than fond of her calling him Sir....
She felt herself smiling.
She knew he could push her in ways no other had before, if he chose to.
She wanted to push back. She wanted to push him to the brink and feel him unleash all of his passion and anger and fierceness upon her. Inside her.
Her body began to hum. She slid two fingers inside her drenched pussy. She began to rub her clit with her other hand. She was grateful he had granted her permission, or she may have been in big trouble.
She bit her lip as she began to orgasm. She had been doing that a lot lately. Her lower lip was quite sore.
Words to a Nitzer Ebb song burst in to her mind.
I'm slipping through your open mouth
Slipping through your open mouth
Open through your door
Shut the door, shut the door
Shut the door,
shut the door
Control, I'm here
After her breathing slowed, she sighed. She began considering the best and worst case scenarios. She sighed again.
This was either going to be one of the most exciting, most thrilling experiences of her life, or she was heading for a front-on collision with a freight train.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Consumed.
As I listen to the words of my latest addiction, a song called "Sex on fire" by a band called Kings of Leon, my mind begins to drift. A new fantasy emerges from my pervy little imagination.
Someone from my past is rattling about my mind.
He inspires me. This song inspires me. I begin to write.
Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
Watching
I'm not sure where I am.... A dark, non-descript room, somewhere....anywhere....
There's a man. Dark hair. Strong. Powerful. I am expected to please him.
I am vaguely aware of a bed in the center of the room.
I am completely aware there are many eyes upon us.
I pause, feeling a moment of uncertainty.
He senses my fear, reaches for my hand, and presses his fingers to my lips.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.", he whispers.
I flick his fingertips with my tongue.
He smiles, moves his hand to the back of my head, pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply.
I whimper as he takes a step back, his lips leaving mine.
Our eyes lock. I see nothing but him as we fall upon the bed.
All the commotion
The killing of pain
Has people talking
Talking
The others, gathered in the room, they know what I need. They're taunting me. Telling me they know. They must smell it on me, those darker needs, the ones I sometimes to hide.
I gaze in to his eyes. I gasp when I realize, ohhhhh my yes, he knows too. He sees me, the real me. He knows I want it rough. He knows I NEED it rough. My pussy begins to throb.
You
Your sex is on fire
I feel multiple sets of hands, separating first me, and then him, from our clothes. My eyes never leave his. I shiver as he begins to touch me, explore me. But I need more than gentle touches. I can't handle gentle at this moment.
What will he do if I struggle? Will he take control? Will he bend me to his will?
I pull away from his grasp, and wrap my arms around my bare breasts. He frowns at me, and I shiver as I realize he is less than pleased. There's something "fierce" about him. Something very dark indeed, bubbling underneath the surface. I feel my pulse jump. I'm breathless.
Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Ahead while I'm driving
I'm driving
I want to push him. Make him angry. Drive him insane with wanting me. I want him to unleash that fierceness upon me.
I slowly lower my hands, and rise until I am on my hands and knees. I slowly crawl away from him, rocking my hips. I reach the end of the bed, ease myself back down upon the bed, turn away from him, and wait.
I hear several gasps throughout the room.
They must think I have rejected him.
They could not be more wrong.
Soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're
dying
You're dying
feel him rise from the bed. I hear footsteps. I close my eyes, breathless in anticipation. I know he is on my side of the bed. I feel him sink down beside me.
Hands violently grip my hair. I am pulled and jerked across a wonderfully strong lap. I feel his lips upon my exposed neck. He nips at me. I wiggle in response. I feel his hardness against my belly, and I want to torture him too.
He, of course, figures this out immediately.
"You little brat.", he hisses in my ear.
WHACK.
I feel his hand strike my ass once....twice....then again.
He lightly strokes my back, my uppers thighs, my ass.....everywhere, except where I need him the most.
I squirm in protest.
He knows I need to cum. Of course he knows. I feel like I am dying for it.
SLAP!
Unable to contain myself any longer, I begin to moan, and whimper, and BEG.
"Please....please touch me."
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With whats to transpire
I'm thrashing about. I can't stop moaning.
THWAP!
I feel another set of hands, stroking my ass. He is allowing the others to take a turn.
Slap slap SLAP!
Suddenly, I feel his fingers lightly dance upon my clit.
I shriek. I am sooooooo sensitive. Please god, let him touch me again....
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
The sudden bursts are accompanied by one of his fingers slipping inside my pussy.
I scream.
He pushes the other hands away and takes complete control. He continues to spank me....harder....and harder.....and faster, while I frantically ride his fingers. I'm close.....I am so close to cumming....
And he goes still.
He removes his fingers from my pussy, pushes me off of his lap, and presses his fingertips to my lips.
Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
I lick his slick, wet fingers, and then slowwwwwwly take his fingers inside his mouth.
Ha! A groan! Oh sweet victory. Maybe he needs to fuck me as badly as I want him to...
I draw back, and he glares at me.
I want him to make me. MAKE ME.
He flips me over his shoulder and on to the bed. He climbs up my body, straddling my breasts.
"You WILL suck my cock."
I open my mouth to voice a "no", and he thrusts inside me, deep inside my mouth. I feel his cock hitting the back of my throat. I begin to wiggle, trying to buck him off of me. He leans his upper body backwards, and spanks my clit.
"Move your lips, use your tongue, or you will NOT cum tonight."
I gaze in to eyes. Mmmmmmm. I've pushed too far.
I begin to kiss and lick and suck his cock hard. I reach around and grip his ass, encouraging him to fuck my mouth faster. He apparently approves, because I feel him lean back again, and pinch my clit.
If I could talk at this moment, I would tell him what he is doing to me, how my body feels like it has ignited. How consumed I am with this moment. How badly I want him. How my ass is on fire from his hands, and how good it burns. How good he tastes. How perfectly he fits in my mouth. How I cannot wait to feel him pound my pussy, and my ass, if he wants it. I don't want him to stop. Ever.
But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh we're still the
greatest
The greatest
He crawls off of me, and flips me over on to my tummy.
I hear the crowd murmur in approval over my ass, which is apparently bright red and covered in handprints.
WHACK! Slap slap WHACK!
He rakes his nails down my back. I wiggle, begging for more.
He pulls me up on to my knees.
Yes. Ohhhhhhh yes.
His cock slams in to my pussy.
I scream.
His hand presses my face in to the bed. His hand remains on my throat.
Yes. God yes.
"You will NOT cum until I give you permission. Do you understand me?"
WHACK, he slaps my ass again, his hand tightens around my throat.
"Yes, Sir."
I thrust my hips back against him. My knees begin to shake. I can't stop moaning and groaning. I am losing my mind.
He goes still, and I want to cry as I feel him pull out.
You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire
I gasp as I feel a finger slip inside my pussy. Why? Then I feel probing.... Oh. He wants my ass. Mmmmmmm. He keeps one finger inside my ass, and presses another inside my pussy. I grind my hips. Ohhhhh yes.....I want this.....
I hear the others in the room, murmuring their approval.
He is changing positions a bit. I know he is about to enter me. I shiver. I can't wait.
He begins to press inside. I moan as my nerve endings begin to fire and send sparks down my body. He continues pressing forward until he buried deep inside my ass.
I hear him gasp as I flex my muscles.
He groans and says "Rub your clit baby.".
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With whats to transpire
My fingers dance across my clit. I feel him begin to withdraw a bit, and then ohhhhhhhhhh he sinks back inside. I begin to grind my ass in to his pelvis, signaling him that I am ready for more. He grips my hips, pulls almost all the way out, and thrusts back inside. I'm moving my fingers faster. God I hope he lets me cum soon. I am so close to release....
He quickens his pace.
I hear his breathing change.
He's excelerating.
I rub my clit faster.
"Cum for me. Now.", he gasps out.
My body begins to vibrate. I feel an orgasm beginning to rise. He's slamming in to me. I can tell he's close.
"Cum inside my ass. Please Sir....give me your cum....".
I hear a low growl. He's cumming. I feel him begin to shoot inside me, and BAM. I begin to cum hard. So hard that I see stars. He presses me down, lying completely on top of me. I gasp and pant as I feel him twitch and pulse. I ride my orgasm wave, and mentally collapse.
I feel him kissing my neck. I turn my head towards him, and our lips meet. It's a surprisingly sweet kiss.
He rolls off of me, pulling me on top of him.
I continue to kiss him. I feel other hands stroking my back, my ass, my hair.
Mmmmmmmmm....
The audience disappears. Off to watch someone else I suppose...
I continue to kiss him, enjoying the feel of his tongue against mine....
The song ends, I sigh, and publish this post.
Yes Flowers, I will post the conclusion to my little lez story soon. This one just demanded to be published first.
Someone from my past is rattling about my mind.
He inspires me. This song inspires me. I begin to write.
Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
Watching
I'm not sure where I am.... A dark, non-descript room, somewhere....anywhere....
There's a man. Dark hair. Strong. Powerful. I am expected to please him.
I am vaguely aware of a bed in the center of the room.
I am completely aware there are many eyes upon us.
I pause, feeling a moment of uncertainty.
He senses my fear, reaches for my hand, and presses his fingers to my lips.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.", he whispers.
I flick his fingertips with my tongue.
He smiles, moves his hand to the back of my head, pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply.
I whimper as he takes a step back, his lips leaving mine.
Our eyes lock. I see nothing but him as we fall upon the bed.
All the commotion
The killing of pain
Has people talking
Talking
The others, gathered in the room, they know what I need. They're taunting me. Telling me they know. They must smell it on me, those darker needs, the ones I sometimes to hide.
I gaze in to his eyes. I gasp when I realize, ohhhhh my yes, he knows too. He sees me, the real me. He knows I want it rough. He knows I NEED it rough. My pussy begins to throb.
You
Your sex is on fire
I feel multiple sets of hands, separating first me, and then him, from our clothes. My eyes never leave his. I shiver as he begins to touch me, explore me. But I need more than gentle touches. I can't handle gentle at this moment.
What will he do if I struggle? Will he take control? Will he bend me to his will?
I pull away from his grasp, and wrap my arms around my bare breasts. He frowns at me, and I shiver as I realize he is less than pleased. There's something "fierce" about him. Something very dark indeed, bubbling underneath the surface. I feel my pulse jump. I'm breathless.
Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Ahead while I'm driving
I'm driving
I want to push him. Make him angry. Drive him insane with wanting me. I want him to unleash that fierceness upon me.
I slowly lower my hands, and rise until I am on my hands and knees. I slowly crawl away from him, rocking my hips. I reach the end of the bed, ease myself back down upon the bed, turn away from him, and wait.
I hear several gasps throughout the room.
They must think I have rejected him.
They could not be more wrong.
Soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're
dying
You're dying
feel him rise from the bed. I hear footsteps. I close my eyes, breathless in anticipation. I know he is on my side of the bed. I feel him sink down beside me.
Hands violently grip my hair. I am pulled and jerked across a wonderfully strong lap. I feel his lips upon my exposed neck. He nips at me. I wiggle in response. I feel his hardness against my belly, and I want to torture him too.
He, of course, figures this out immediately.
"You little brat.", he hisses in my ear.
WHACK.
I feel his hand strike my ass once....twice....then again.
He lightly strokes my back, my uppers thighs, my ass.....everywhere, except where I need him the most.
I squirm in protest.
He knows I need to cum. Of course he knows. I feel like I am dying for it.
SLAP!
Unable to contain myself any longer, I begin to moan, and whimper, and BEG.
"Please....please touch me."
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With whats to transpire
I'm thrashing about. I can't stop moaning.
THWAP!
I feel another set of hands, stroking my ass. He is allowing the others to take a turn.
Slap slap SLAP!
Suddenly, I feel his fingers lightly dance upon my clit.
I shriek. I am sooooooo sensitive. Please god, let him touch me again....
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
The sudden bursts are accompanied by one of his fingers slipping inside my pussy.
I scream.
He pushes the other hands away and takes complete control. He continues to spank me....harder....and harder.....and faster, while I frantically ride his fingers. I'm close.....I am so close to cumming....
And he goes still.
He removes his fingers from my pussy, pushes me off of his lap, and presses his fingertips to my lips.
Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
I lick his slick, wet fingers, and then slowwwwwwly take his fingers inside his mouth.
Ha! A groan! Oh sweet victory. Maybe he needs to fuck me as badly as I want him to...
I draw back, and he glares at me.
I want him to make me. MAKE ME.
He flips me over his shoulder and on to the bed. He climbs up my body, straddling my breasts.
"You WILL suck my cock."
I open my mouth to voice a "no", and he thrusts inside me, deep inside my mouth. I feel his cock hitting the back of my throat. I begin to wiggle, trying to buck him off of me. He leans his upper body backwards, and spanks my clit.
"Move your lips, use your tongue, or you will NOT cum tonight."
I gaze in to eyes. Mmmmmmm. I've pushed too far.
I begin to kiss and lick and suck his cock hard. I reach around and grip his ass, encouraging him to fuck my mouth faster. He apparently approves, because I feel him lean back again, and pinch my clit.
If I could talk at this moment, I would tell him what he is doing to me, how my body feels like it has ignited. How consumed I am with this moment. How badly I want him. How my ass is on fire from his hands, and how good it burns. How good he tastes. How perfectly he fits in my mouth. How I cannot wait to feel him pound my pussy, and my ass, if he wants it. I don't want him to stop. Ever.
But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh we're still the
greatest
The greatest
He crawls off of me, and flips me over on to my tummy.
I hear the crowd murmur in approval over my ass, which is apparently bright red and covered in handprints.
WHACK! Slap slap WHACK!
He rakes his nails down my back. I wiggle, begging for more.
He pulls me up on to my knees.
Yes. Ohhhhhhh yes.
His cock slams in to my pussy.
I scream.
His hand presses my face in to the bed. His hand remains on my throat.
Yes. God yes.
"You will NOT cum until I give you permission. Do you understand me?"
WHACK, he slaps my ass again, his hand tightens around my throat.
"Yes, Sir."
I thrust my hips back against him. My knees begin to shake. I can't stop moaning and groaning. I am losing my mind.
He goes still, and I want to cry as I feel him pull out.
You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire
I gasp as I feel a finger slip inside my pussy. Why? Then I feel probing.... Oh. He wants my ass. Mmmmmmm. He keeps one finger inside my ass, and presses another inside my pussy. I grind my hips. Ohhhhh yes.....I want this.....
I hear the others in the room, murmuring their approval.
He is changing positions a bit. I know he is about to enter me. I shiver. I can't wait.
He begins to press inside. I moan as my nerve endings begin to fire and send sparks down my body. He continues pressing forward until he buried deep inside my ass.
I hear him gasp as I flex my muscles.
He groans and says "Rub your clit baby.".
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With whats to transpire
My fingers dance across my clit. I feel him begin to withdraw a bit, and then ohhhhhhhhhh he sinks back inside. I begin to grind my ass in to his pelvis, signaling him that I am ready for more. He grips my hips, pulls almost all the way out, and thrusts back inside. I'm moving my fingers faster. God I hope he lets me cum soon. I am so close to release....
He quickens his pace.
I hear his breathing change.
He's excelerating.
I rub my clit faster.
"Cum for me. Now.", he gasps out.
My body begins to vibrate. I feel an orgasm beginning to rise. He's slamming in to me. I can tell he's close.
"Cum inside my ass. Please Sir....give me your cum....".
I hear a low growl. He's cumming. I feel him begin to shoot inside me, and BAM. I begin to cum hard. So hard that I see stars. He presses me down, lying completely on top of me. I gasp and pant as I feel him twitch and pulse. I ride my orgasm wave, and mentally collapse.
I feel him kissing my neck. I turn my head towards him, and our lips meet. It's a surprisingly sweet kiss.
He rolls off of me, pulling me on top of him.
I continue to kiss him. I feel other hands stroking my back, my ass, my hair.
Mmmmmmmmm....
The audience disappears. Off to watch someone else I suppose...
I continue to kiss him, enjoying the feel of his tongue against mine....
The song ends, I sigh, and publish this post.
Yes Flowers, I will post the conclusion to my little lez story soon. This one just demanded to be published first.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
A cock whuppin'!
As I type this post, my eyes are absolutely on fire because I have been laughing so hard that all of my mascara has run in to my poor eyes.
*verrrry impish grin*
*verrrry impish grin*
If you've checked out the "update" on the previous post about anal sex, you may have realized that uh.....I totally got busted. *grin* I gave My First Dom (I suppose I will start calling him MFD here) my blog addy a long time ago. I guess I just assumed he'd kinda forgetten about it. WRONG! He read my glowing little review of his "anal prowess". Direct quote from the email I received, "I think I just made the blog.....". HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Uhm, yes, yes you did Sir!!! LMAO! Dare I mention that was not the first time? Nawwwww.... Flowers, we'll just keep that "our little secret", k? ;)
Today on the way back from lunch, Cougar and I discussed the anal post, and I was giggling about catching him off guard with it (and vice versa, 'cause when he emailed me, I was stunned! LOL).
Ohhhhh Flowers. I had another memory flash.
Of course, I immediately told The Coug.
Blondage: Ohhhhhmygawd. I just remembered something!
Cougar:?!?!?!?!?
Blondage: In one of our first phone conversations, before we ever met in person, we'd been talking about sex...
Cougar: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!???
Blondage: He said to me, in that low, calm voice of his, "I'm not a small man Blondage.". It was a reference to his cock. Talk about a mental orgasm!!!!! *purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
Cougar: *shrieks and whoooooops* Was it long enough to spank you with it?
Now Flowers.
I don't know how in the hell to write what she did so that you fully grasp the hilarity that ensued. Picture us sitting in her vehicle in the parking lot, about to get out of the car. She asks me the question about him spanking me with his cock, and while I am shrieking and gasping for breath, she starts making these....hand gestures. Actually, it was more like a full body gesture. She had her hands waaaaaaaay out in front of her, pretended to hold an extremely long cock with both hands, and started making these frantic, jerky "whipping" gestures. We're talking FULL BODY MOTION too!!!!
So I am dying....and she starts making the gestures, and then makes COMMENTS.
Blondage: *absolutely wrecked with laughter*
Cougar: *frantic cock whipping gestures* BEND OVER!
Blondage: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Cougar: I'm gonna SPANK you with it!!!! *whip whip whip whip*
Blondage: OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *screeeeeeeaming*
Cougar: *whipping with every syllable for emphasis* NAUGH-TY GIRL! YOU NAUGH-TY NAUGH-TY GIRL!!! BENNNNNND OVER!!!!!!!!
Blondage: *shriek/sputter/HOWL*
Cougar: Take THAT! *whip-whip-whipping motion* NAUGH-TY GIRL! NAUGH-TY GIRRRRRRL!!!!
Can an appendix suddenly burst due to mass quantities of hysterical laughter? I swear to god, I am lucky to be alive.
*wink*
Happy Friday, my pretty pretty Flowers!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I'm feelin' naughty.
Let's talk about anal sex, shall we?
*wicked grin*
Anal has come up several times in random conversations I have had in the last week or so, and now, I can't seem to get it out of my mind. Wheeeeee!
So let's talk anal.
The first time I tried it I hated it. H-A-T-E-D it. I was in college. He was the jackass I lost my virginity to. He was four years older than me. My young, innocent little brain assumed older equaled sexual knowledge and/or experience. WRONG!!!!!!
In his favor, I should mention he had a really, really nice cock. I remember it being quite big, but keep in mind, it WAS the first one I'd ever played with. ;)
So, back to my first anal experience.
It was DREADFUL! Aaaaaaack!!!! He used ZERO lube, he went WAY too fast for my virgin ass, and he was just clueless! UGH!
Bad bad bad.
Soooo....I thought I would never in my life feel like going there again....
And I got older...
And I began to explore my "submissive" side...
And I read this damn book. *grin* I wish I could remember the name of it. I lost it years ago. It was about this submissive and her first Master, and how she eventually was expected to surrender her ass. :)
Well....
It was fucking HOT.
So I started fantasizing about being in that scenario...
And I met my first Dom.
*purrrrrrrrrrrrr*
I can't remember what I told him exactly -- whether I mentioned to him I had only had anal once or not....I may have just told him I loved it, loved the idea, or whatever....
That first weekend we spent together....jesus.
Things with him have gotten hazier than I would like in my mind, but I remember crystal clear the first time he took my ass. I was tied up, tied TO my futon, kneeling on the floor... He had been going at me with all kinds of fun things (floggers, paddles, everything but the kitchen sink)... My ass was on fire from all sorts of fun abuse. Ooomph. I was to that point where I was so turned on I would have said yes to any thing his wicked mind could conjure up. He was spanking me HARD, and fingering me periodically, making me frikking insane. He paused and hissed in my ear, "Now Blondage, your Master is going to take your ass." That calm, stern voice... That was 11 years ago, and I STILL shiver when I think about his words and the tone of his voice. He used lots of lube, and went verrrrrrrrrry slow....and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy goooooooooooooooooooood.
It. Was. Fantastic.
.....and an anal ehnthusiast, was born.
*wink*
My "anal submission" is not about just the pleasure I have learned how to get from the act itself. It's a combination of things -- the thrill of the forbidden, the feeling of being incredibly naughty and daring, the MENTAL aspect of it.... All sorts of different things pile on top of each other and the end result? The most incredibly astounding, full body vibrating, insanely intense orgasms ever.
*purr*
- - - UPDATE - - -
Omg.....I just got sooooooooooooo busted. *sheepish grin* Everyone wave hello to the handsome man in the corner with the really calm, stern voice......
*scampers off giggling*
*wicked grin*
Anal has come up several times in random conversations I have had in the last week or so, and now, I can't seem to get it out of my mind. Wheeeeee!
So let's talk anal.
The first time I tried it I hated it. H-A-T-E-D it. I was in college. He was the jackass I lost my virginity to. He was four years older than me. My young, innocent little brain assumed older equaled sexual knowledge and/or experience. WRONG!!!!!!
In his favor, I should mention he had a really, really nice cock. I remember it being quite big, but keep in mind, it WAS the first one I'd ever played with. ;)
So, back to my first anal experience.
It was DREADFUL! Aaaaaaack!!!! He used ZERO lube, he went WAY too fast for my virgin ass, and he was just clueless! UGH!
Bad bad bad.
Soooo....I thought I would never in my life feel like going there again....
And I got older...
And I began to explore my "submissive" side...
And I read this damn book. *grin* I wish I could remember the name of it. I lost it years ago. It was about this submissive and her first Master, and how she eventually was expected to surrender her ass. :)
Well....
It was fucking HOT.
So I started fantasizing about being in that scenario...
And I met my first Dom.
*purrrrrrrrrrrrr*
I can't remember what I told him exactly -- whether I mentioned to him I had only had anal once or not....I may have just told him I loved it, loved the idea, or whatever....
That first weekend we spent together....jesus.
Things with him have gotten hazier than I would like in my mind, but I remember crystal clear the first time he took my ass. I was tied up, tied TO my futon, kneeling on the floor... He had been going at me with all kinds of fun things (floggers, paddles, everything but the kitchen sink)... My ass was on fire from all sorts of fun abuse. Ooomph. I was to that point where I was so turned on I would have said yes to any thing his wicked mind could conjure up. He was spanking me HARD, and fingering me periodically, making me frikking insane. He paused and hissed in my ear, "Now Blondage, your Master is going to take your ass." That calm, stern voice... That was 11 years ago, and I STILL shiver when I think about his words and the tone of his voice. He used lots of lube, and went verrrrrrrrrry slow....and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy goooooooooooooooooooood.
It. Was. Fantastic.
.....and an anal ehnthusiast, was born.
*wink*
My "anal submission" is not about just the pleasure I have learned how to get from the act itself. It's a combination of things -- the thrill of the forbidden, the feeling of being incredibly naughty and daring, the MENTAL aspect of it.... All sorts of different things pile on top of each other and the end result? The most incredibly astounding, full body vibrating, insanely intense orgasms ever.
*purr*
- - - UPDATE - - -
Omg.....I just got sooooooooooooo busted. *sheepish grin* Everyone wave hello to the handsome man in the corner with the really calm, stern voice......
*scampers off giggling*
Monday, January 07, 2008
Sometimes....when I am angry and out of control....
A good Whupin' can right all the world's wrongs....
I was soooooo angry today. Mad at almost everyone in my life. God knows why. Some frustrations were legitimate I suppose (quit trying to meet me, and quit falling in love with me you ninnies!)and some more on the irrational side (didn't like the way someone said goodbye, and I totally wigged).
It's weird, being on this fertility medicine. Some days, I feel completely balanced.... And then.... BAM! I wake up wanting to scream at various people in my life, or in some cases, bitchslap the fools. It's like a filter is missing....the patience filter perhaps. I dunno what it is.
But.....
I feel the slap of his hand on my bare skin.....
And I calm down.
No matter how out of control I feel, no matter how insane my drugs make me feel....
That sting....the stern voice, the firm hand....he centers me.
And I can cope.
That being said...I am warnin' ya, my pretty little Flowers.... Watch your asses, because in between spankings? I am hell on heels right now.
I was soooooo angry today. Mad at almost everyone in my life. God knows why. Some frustrations were legitimate I suppose (quit trying to meet me, and quit falling in love with me you ninnies!)and some more on the irrational side (didn't like the way someone said goodbye, and I totally wigged).
It's weird, being on this fertility medicine. Some days, I feel completely balanced.... And then.... BAM! I wake up wanting to scream at various people in my life, or in some cases, bitchslap the fools. It's like a filter is missing....the patience filter perhaps. I dunno what it is.
But.....
I feel the slap of his hand on my bare skin.....
And I calm down.
No matter how out of control I feel, no matter how insane my drugs make me feel....
That sting....the stern voice, the firm hand....he centers me.
And I can cope.
That being said...I am warnin' ya, my pretty little Flowers.... Watch your asses, because in between spankings? I am hell on heels right now.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
The Virgin Chronicles - the climax is cumming!
Yes Flowers, today is the the day that Single Grrrrl is deflowering the 21 year old.
In honor of this momentus occasion, I think we should swap stories!
How did you lose your virginity?
In high school, I was a "good girl". I lurrrrved making out, and admittedly, participated in heavy petting and some interesting grinding from time to time.....but I never went "all the way".
Then came (heh) college.
Oy.
I lost my virginity my FIRST WEEKEND AT SCHOOL!
I couldn't WAIT to throw it at someone.
I went to a party, and met him.
Howie.
Yes, my darling Flowers.....I lost my virginity to a guy named Howie.
SEXY!
He was 22. I was 18. I thought to myself, Self, he's older, he'll know what he's doing, he's cute and very funny, PERFECT.
Yeah, well...
Looking back on things....
Well....
I guess he tried. I was sooooooo uptight and nervous that I think I pretty much laid there like a dead fish. He took it slow, with lots of forplay, and went down on me for a loooooooong time. I'm not saying I didn't like it. I did. I just didn't know what the hell I was doing, and he was not a good teacher!
We dated off and on for two years. We didn't have much in common. His idea of a good time was to go to a country bar on dollar-pitcher-of-beer-night, get smashed, and pretend he knew how to dance.
And for the record, he could NOT dance.
*cringe*
And also, for the record, country music tends to give me a headache.
I still put out, but literally, would have a headache at the time. Heh.
I'm not saying we didn't have fun sometimes.
I suppose he even got my young self to be a bit adventurous. We had sex in public a lot...the backseat of his car after drinking at a bar pretty often.....in the bathroom at a party, where everyone knew exactly what we were up to (scandalous! LOL)...a golf course....the woods at a bonfire.....
And I liked it. I reallllly liked having sex with him.
But, you know what?
I never had an orgasm. Never even came (heh) close to one.
It wasn't until I embraced my submissive side and ventured in to the world of spankings, whips, paddles, pain and cuffs that I was finally gifted with an orgasm.
*purrrrr*
But that's another story.
*grin*
I want some Virginity stories. Cough 'em up, damnit!
xoxoxoxo
In honor of this momentus occasion, I think we should swap stories!
How did you lose your virginity?
In high school, I was a "good girl". I lurrrrved making out, and admittedly, participated in heavy petting and some interesting grinding from time to time.....but I never went "all the way".
Then came (heh) college.
Oy.
I lost my virginity my FIRST WEEKEND AT SCHOOL!
I couldn't WAIT to throw it at someone.
I went to a party, and met him.
Howie.
Yes, my darling Flowers.....I lost my virginity to a guy named Howie.
SEXY!
He was 22. I was 18. I thought to myself, Self, he's older, he'll know what he's doing, he's cute and very funny, PERFECT.
Yeah, well...
Looking back on things....
Well....
I guess he tried. I was sooooooo uptight and nervous that I think I pretty much laid there like a dead fish. He took it slow, with lots of forplay, and went down on me for a loooooooong time. I'm not saying I didn't like it. I did. I just didn't know what the hell I was doing, and he was not a good teacher!
We dated off and on for two years. We didn't have much in common. His idea of a good time was to go to a country bar on dollar-pitcher-of-beer-night, get smashed, and pretend he knew how to dance.
And for the record, he could NOT dance.
*cringe*
And also, for the record, country music tends to give me a headache.
I still put out, but literally, would have a headache at the time. Heh.
I'm not saying we didn't have fun sometimes.
I suppose he even got my young self to be a bit adventurous. We had sex in public a lot...the backseat of his car after drinking at a bar pretty often.....in the bathroom at a party, where everyone knew exactly what we were up to (scandalous! LOL)...a golf course....the woods at a bonfire.....
And I liked it. I reallllly liked having sex with him.
But, you know what?
I never had an orgasm. Never even came (heh) close to one.
It wasn't until I embraced my submissive side and ventured in to the world of spankings, whips, paddles, pain and cuffs that I was finally gifted with an orgasm.
*purrrrr*
But that's another story.
*grin*
I want some Virginity stories. Cough 'em up, damnit!
xoxoxoxo
Thursday, December 15, 2005
HNT #3 and The Prowl, Part V
A couple new "Half Nekkid Thursday" pics....and the beginning of the next "day" in my naughty story.
These cuffs totally rule. They are soft and comfy. You can hook them to each other or to other things....like my headboard (in this pic), the footboard, all four posts at once... *wicked grin*
I think I will call this one "His View". *wink*
For more on the joys of HNT, click here!
And now my little story...
If you missed any of the previous chapters or would like a refresher before you read the latest...
The Prowl Part I
The Prowl Part II
The Prowl Part III
The Prowl Part IV
I feel him lightly stroking my hair, and sigh deeply.
I gingerly stretch.
I notice some soreness in my wrists, ankles and various orifices.
Youch.
I whimper.
"Are you going to growl at me?", he whispers.
I open my eyes, notice his nervous expression.
I promptly burst in to laughter.
"Why? What did you do???", I manage to giggle out.
He pulls the covers up to his eyes. Does he really think that will shield him from my wrath?
"I woke you up.".
He pulls the covers completely over his head.
I laugh harder.
"It's funny watching you cower in fear. Am I really that scary in the morning?".
I reach up and pinch his nipple.
"YES! You ARE!", he yelps.
I snuggle closer and giggle some more.
"How are you feeling?", he asks, as I pull the covers off his handsome face.
He kisses my forehead.
"Used, abused, sore and satisfied.".
He gently kisses my nose.
"Lower please.".
He smiles and kisses me softly on the lips.
"More please.".
He pulls me on top of him and in for a deeper kiss.
"I love kissing you.", I sigh happily.
"I noticed.", he smiles wider.
"Again please.".
He laughs, shaking his head at me. He does that a lot...?
I wiggle around a bit.
He moans.
"Oh, did I hit the right spot?".
I wiggle again.
He groans.
"Behave yourself or you'll get a spanking...".
I quickly spin myself around, throw myself across his lap, and shake my ass at him.
I can tell he is struggling very hard to not laugh.
"Behave yourself or I WON'T spank you, brat.".
I crawl off his lap muttering some rather colorful words and go back to my side of the bed.
He clears his throat.
"Yes Sir.", I sigh.
I roll on my side, facing him.
I pause...I eye my target...I take aim...I pounce.
"Ooomph!", he exclaims.
"Why aren't we having sex yet?", I say with a pout as I straddle him.
"Because we're expecting a guest.", he says with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.
"A WHAT?".
"A guest."
"Uhmmm...my stranger???.".
My heart skips a beat. I am instantly wet. I shiver in antici(say it!)pation.
"No.", he says in a very sensuous tone, "This present is for me.".
*blink*
...to be continued...
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
The Prowl, the conclusion...
If you missed parts I, II or III, please scroll down my lovely flowers...
My heart races.
"Are you afraid?", the stranger asks me.
"Yes. Yes I am.".
"Good.", he says, loud enough for others to hear.
He leans forward and nuzzles my neck.
I am taken by surprise when he whispers in my ear, "Just let go. You're safe with me.".
I wrap my body tightly around him and sigh, realizing that I chose the right man out of all of those who surround me.
I feel my man stand up. I look up in to his eyes. He is smiling that devilish smile of his.
I take a deep breath.
"Time to get in to character.", the stranger whispers in my ear.
I fight a smile.
I am no longer scared of what is to come, but I try to look as if I am terrified.
I see my man turn his head to avoid laughing. Apparently he can tell I am totally faking it.
Can't hide a damn thing from that man.
He reaches around me and spanks my ass. Hard. Repeatedly.
I squeak, immediately more focused.
I reluctantly unwrap myself from the extraordinary body of the stranger and slide down to the floor.
I lower myself to my hands and knees.
I begin to crawl to the ropes, slinking and rocking my hips, head lowered to hide a smile.
I feel the room watching me. My body is on fire. I want to run to the ropes ripping my clothes off as I scamper...but I keep myself in check and slink. Slowly.
I reach the elevated platform and crawl up the stairs. I reach the center, sit back on my heels, keeping my head bowed.
The Rope Master approaches me.
"Do as he says.".
"Yes Sir.".
The Rope Master slowly circles me. I remain still.
He reaches for my chin and raises my eyes to meet his.
"Give me your hands little one.".
I think to myself, he looks very nice, but I suspect he is actually quite evil.
I fight another smile, and reach for his hands.
He slides my hands through the softest leather cuffs I have ever felt. I am then told to sit on the floor. He gently takes my feet one at a time, and slides them through cuffs identical to those that have captured my wrists. My ankles are tightly encircled. I love the feeling. I sigh and close my eyes, reveling in the feel of the leather against my skin. When I open my eyes, he is arching an eyebrow at me, looking rather amused. I quickly begin studying the floor and humming. He laughs out loud.
He swiftly removes my corset and helps me step out of my skirt. He leaves my panties, thigh highs and heels on me. I start to lower my gaze, but change my mind. I boldly raise my chin, and sweep my eyes across the room, looking at each man who is staring at my body. I am encouraged by the appreciative smiles and hungry gazes.
I think to myself, yes, I can do this.
The Rope Master tells me to remain standing and relax my shoulders. My body throbs as I see him walk towards me, beautiful red rope in hand. He begins to wind the rope around my body, knotting it in an intricate web. I feel like he is worshipping my body as he continues to coil the rope around me. I am fascinated by the pattern he creates. He works his way around, up and down my body, occasionally looping the ropes through loops and hooks attached to the structure I am standing on. By the time he completes his task, I am so close to cumming that I freeze, hold my breath, desperately trying to regain control.
This incredibly talented man whispers in my ear, "Are you ready?".
I nod.
Suddenly I am off my feet, suspended in the air. I feel as if I am reclined and swinging in a hammock.
Well, reclined and swinging, nearly naked, with my legs tied wide open in a hammock....
I am surprised by how good it feels, how comfortable I am despite being in this vulnerable position.
I begin testing my ropes and cuffs, trying to judge how much control I will have. I discover my movement will be quite limited to tugging against my restraints and arching my back. I am verrrrrry happy.
I begin to relax after successfully fighting off a non-sanctioned orgasm...until I see my chosen stranger walk towards me with a pair of scissors in his hands.
My eyes widen.
Fear chases the good feelings away again.
He slides the lower blade of the scissors gently under the upper leg of each side of my panties and cuts them off.
I think to myself, uhmmm...no, I don't think I can do this after all.
My wonderful man senses my panic and steps in to my line of site. I stare in to his eyes. He walks to me, leans down and kisses my lips. I am hesitant at first, still distracted by my exposed position. He continues to tantalize me with his lips and his tongue. I feel my self relaxing. I begin to kiss him back. After a few moments I am biting and nipping at his lips. I want more, and he knows it. I feel him smile against my lips.
"Cum as often as you want.", he says as he smiles at me.
I moan and think to myself, why couldn't you have said that to me ten minutes ago...but of course I say nothing, and simply bat my eyelashes and smile.
He laughs.
His fingers brush my face, sweep down my sensitive neck, and begin to flick and tease my nipples. I see him motion to my stranger to walk to us. I look up into his startlingly blue eyes as he walks towards me and smile at him.
The stranger approaches my left side. He touches the cuff on my left wrist, and begins trailing his fingers down the intricate web of rope, never once touch my skin. I am dying to feel his fingers upon me. I try to squirm to force his fingers off their path, but my man holds me still.
I watch his fingers move down the rope on my breasts, lingering upon the knots before traveling lower to my waist.
"Breathe.", my man reminds me.
I think to myself, oh. Yeah. Breathe. Ok. Right.
He arches a brow at my facial expression, which I then quickly make blank.
He is so good at busting me.
I sigh and return my eyes to the strangers hands.
He has reached my tummy and moved down my abdomen. His fingers continue to move down the outside of my thighs, down my calves, around my ankle, and to the inside of my calf.
He pauses.
I whimper.
He chuckles.
I close my eyes.
His fingers continue up the rope and pause once more at the top of my inner thigh.
I open my eyes in time watch him kneel between my thighs. I feel his breath on my clit.
"Please.", I beg.
My man takes my right nipple in to his mouth. I begin moaning, loudly, as he begins to pull at me with his teeth. His hand cups my left breast, and then he pinches my left nipple.
I still feel the stranger's breath between my thighs.
Just when I think he is never going to touch me...he does.
With his tongue.
My orgasm is instant and intense as he begins darting it in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
I throw my head back and scream.
He licks my sensitive clit.
I scream again.
My man stands up, removes his clothes and presses his hard cock to my lips.
Normally I take my time. Normally I love to tease.
Not this time.
From the second his cock slides in to my mouth, I suck him hard, at full force. I flatten my tongue against his cock. He thrusts his hips and I take him deep inside my throat. When he pulls out almost all the way out, my tongue quickly licks the head of his cock, flicking it, circling it, lapping at it.
I am quite pleased with myself when I hear him groan. A small victory, but a sweet one.
I begin to find it difficult to concentrate as my stranger begins pressing several fingers inside my pussy as he continues to lick my clit.
My man notices I am distracted and reaches down and gives my collar a tug.
I yelp and begin to suck his cock harder.
He motions to the stranger.
I whimper as I feel fingers leave my body.
He stands, removes his clothes, and walks up my body.
"Suck his cock.".
I happily comply.
I suck him deep inside my mouth, loving the taste of him.
He pulls out of my mouth and slaps my cheek with his dick.
I frantically try to get his cock back inside my mouth, needing more, wanting more.
Suddenly my man is between my thighs. He rubs his cock on my clit. I am close....so close to cumming again. Suddenly he thrusts deep inside my pussy. I try to scream, but the cock inside my mouth silences me. I cum hard as both cocks slide in and out of me, deeper and deeper.
The cock disappears from my mouth.
I feel my upper torso being lifted so that I am in more of a sitting position. I am being maneuvered like a puppet on a string.
My man's wonderful cock is still thrusting inside me, his hands now gripping my ass, creating a swinging effect. I feel his body tense. I know he is close to cumming.
Suddenly he stops.
Damn.
I feel the stranger walk up behind me.
"I want her ass.", he says.
I feel his hands running down my back. He slaps my ass hard. I yelp.
My man reaches around me and pulls my ass cheeks open.
The stranger begins to cover me with lube. I feel his fingers begin to press inside me, probing me, stretching me.
"Relax.", my man commands. He lowers his head and begins licking and sucking my nipples.
My mind begins to drift. I lose track of who is where. I feel fingers rubbing my clit, the sensuous strain of the rope against my skin, a mouth on my neck, another mouth on my chest and a finger inside my ass.
The fingers on my clit are suddenly replaced by the head of a very hard cock.
I moan as I am entered once again.
My ass is being slapped with a cock.
I feel a strong, muscular chest press against my back.
The thrusting inside my pussy slows. I feel the other cock slowly begin to press inside my ass.
"Go slow. She's small.", my man demands of the stranger.
I hear a strange noise. I think it is a moan? Almost a scream? It takes me a moment to realize the odd sound is coming from me.
I feel fingers rubbing my clit. I feel hands reach around and grasp my breasts. Someone is biting my neck.
The cock in my ass presses deeper. I feel the head pop all the way inside. I scream in to my man's body. Both men slow and stand still.
I feel the cock inside my ass being slowly withdrawn until just the head was inside, then slowly pressed forward. The motion is repeated until I feel balls against my ass.
My body is flooded with an intense mixture of pleasure and pain and relief that I am able to take it all inside me.
I feel both men begin to surge forward. Another scream is forced from my body as I feel the thickness of both cocks finally filling me completely.
My mind completely lets go. I can no longer think, only feel.
The three of us find a rhythm. Brutal, animalistic. My body has relaxed, and both men are thrusting deeper inside me, building up speed. My body is shaking. Momentum is building.
My approaching orgasm snaps me out of my daze. I feel the blood rush out of my head as the first wave begins to wash over me.
I feel teeth on my neck.
Hands running all over my body.
I keep cumming and cumming. The vibrating and pulsing of my body begins to
make the cocks inside me throb.
I hear the stranger cry out as he begins pulsating and shooting his hot cum deep inside my ass.
I writhe and moan as I feel my man begin to throb and cum deep inside my pussy. I begin to scream again as I feel another orgasm take me by surprise.
....and the world fades to black.
I feel someone kissing my forehead and my cheeks. I think I know him. He is saying my name. Yes, that is definitely my name. He wants me to open my eyes, but I don't think I can. I am vaguely aware of being lowered to the ground. I feel my arms and legs being gently rubbed. It feels nice. I black out again.
I wake up wrapped in a blanket, cradled in my man's lap.
"Are you with me Baby?", he asks in a worried tone.
I purr.
He laughs.
"I will take that as an affirmative.".
I smile and sigh happily.
I realize we are alone.
"Where is he?".
"Released back to the wild.".
"Mmmmmmmmm...".
I look down at the rope marks one my arms and legs.
"Those are going to be fun to explain.", I say giggling.
He presses my head to his shoulder.
"You need to rest.".
"Oh?".
"Yes.".
"Why?".
"Tonight was about fulfilling your biggest fantasy. Tomorrow we're going to fulfill mine.".
I shiver, wondering what he has up his sleeve for me next...
- - - - - - - - - -
My heart races.
"Are you afraid?", the stranger asks me.
"Yes. Yes I am.".
"Good.", he says, loud enough for others to hear.
He leans forward and nuzzles my neck.
I am taken by surprise when he whispers in my ear, "Just let go. You're safe with me.".
I wrap my body tightly around him and sigh, realizing that I chose the right man out of all of those who surround me.
I feel my man stand up. I look up in to his eyes. He is smiling that devilish smile of his.
I take a deep breath.
"Time to get in to character.", the stranger whispers in my ear.
I fight a smile.
I am no longer scared of what is to come, but I try to look as if I am terrified.
I see my man turn his head to avoid laughing. Apparently he can tell I am totally faking it.
Can't hide a damn thing from that man.
He reaches around me and spanks my ass. Hard. Repeatedly.
I squeak, immediately more focused.
I reluctantly unwrap myself from the extraordinary body of the stranger and slide down to the floor.
I lower myself to my hands and knees.
I begin to crawl to the ropes, slinking and rocking my hips, head lowered to hide a smile.
I feel the room watching me. My body is on fire. I want to run to the ropes ripping my clothes off as I scamper...but I keep myself in check and slink. Slowly.
I reach the elevated platform and crawl up the stairs. I reach the center, sit back on my heels, keeping my head bowed.
The Rope Master approaches me.
"Do as he says.".
"Yes Sir.".
The Rope Master slowly circles me. I remain still.
He reaches for my chin and raises my eyes to meet his.
"Give me your hands little one.".
I think to myself, he looks very nice, but I suspect he is actually quite evil.
I fight another smile, and reach for his hands.
He slides my hands through the softest leather cuffs I have ever felt. I am then told to sit on the floor. He gently takes my feet one at a time, and slides them through cuffs identical to those that have captured my wrists. My ankles are tightly encircled. I love the feeling. I sigh and close my eyes, reveling in the feel of the leather against my skin. When I open my eyes, he is arching an eyebrow at me, looking rather amused. I quickly begin studying the floor and humming. He laughs out loud.
He swiftly removes my corset and helps me step out of my skirt. He leaves my panties, thigh highs and heels on me. I start to lower my gaze, but change my mind. I boldly raise my chin, and sweep my eyes across the room, looking at each man who is staring at my body. I am encouraged by the appreciative smiles and hungry gazes.
I think to myself, yes, I can do this.
The Rope Master tells me to remain standing and relax my shoulders. My body throbs as I see him walk towards me, beautiful red rope in hand. He begins to wind the rope around my body, knotting it in an intricate web. I feel like he is worshipping my body as he continues to coil the rope around me. I am fascinated by the pattern he creates. He works his way around, up and down my body, occasionally looping the ropes through loops and hooks attached to the structure I am standing on. By the time he completes his task, I am so close to cumming that I freeze, hold my breath, desperately trying to regain control.
This incredibly talented man whispers in my ear, "Are you ready?".
I nod.
Suddenly I am off my feet, suspended in the air. I feel as if I am reclined and swinging in a hammock.
Well, reclined and swinging, nearly naked, with my legs tied wide open in a hammock....
I am surprised by how good it feels, how comfortable I am despite being in this vulnerable position.
I begin testing my ropes and cuffs, trying to judge how much control I will have. I discover my movement will be quite limited to tugging against my restraints and arching my back. I am verrrrrry happy.
I begin to relax after successfully fighting off a non-sanctioned orgasm...until I see my chosen stranger walk towards me with a pair of scissors in his hands.
My eyes widen.
Fear chases the good feelings away again.
He slides the lower blade of the scissors gently under the upper leg of each side of my panties and cuts them off.
I think to myself, uhmmm...no, I don't think I can do this after all.
My wonderful man senses my panic and steps in to my line of site. I stare in to his eyes. He walks to me, leans down and kisses my lips. I am hesitant at first, still distracted by my exposed position. He continues to tantalize me with his lips and his tongue. I feel my self relaxing. I begin to kiss him back. After a few moments I am biting and nipping at his lips. I want more, and he knows it. I feel him smile against my lips.
"Cum as often as you want.", he says as he smiles at me.
I moan and think to myself, why couldn't you have said that to me ten minutes ago...but of course I say nothing, and simply bat my eyelashes and smile.
He laughs.
His fingers brush my face, sweep down my sensitive neck, and begin to flick and tease my nipples. I see him motion to my stranger to walk to us. I look up into his startlingly blue eyes as he walks towards me and smile at him.
The stranger approaches my left side. He touches the cuff on my left wrist, and begins trailing his fingers down the intricate web of rope, never once touch my skin. I am dying to feel his fingers upon me. I try to squirm to force his fingers off their path, but my man holds me still.
I watch his fingers move down the rope on my breasts, lingering upon the knots before traveling lower to my waist.
"Breathe.", my man reminds me.
I think to myself, oh. Yeah. Breathe. Ok. Right.
He arches a brow at my facial expression, which I then quickly make blank.
He is so good at busting me.
I sigh and return my eyes to the strangers hands.
He has reached my tummy and moved down my abdomen. His fingers continue to move down the outside of my thighs, down my calves, around my ankle, and to the inside of my calf.
He pauses.
I whimper.
He chuckles.
I close my eyes.
His fingers continue up the rope and pause once more at the top of my inner thigh.
I open my eyes in time watch him kneel between my thighs. I feel his breath on my clit.
"Please.", I beg.
My man takes my right nipple in to his mouth. I begin moaning, loudly, as he begins to pull at me with his teeth. His hand cups my left breast, and then he pinches my left nipple.
I still feel the stranger's breath between my thighs.
Just when I think he is never going to touch me...he does.
With his tongue.
My orgasm is instant and intense as he begins darting it in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
I throw my head back and scream.
He licks my sensitive clit.
I scream again.
My man stands up, removes his clothes and presses his hard cock to my lips.
Normally I take my time. Normally I love to tease.
Not this time.
From the second his cock slides in to my mouth, I suck him hard, at full force. I flatten my tongue against his cock. He thrusts his hips and I take him deep inside my throat. When he pulls out almost all the way out, my tongue quickly licks the head of his cock, flicking it, circling it, lapping at it.
I am quite pleased with myself when I hear him groan. A small victory, but a sweet one.
I begin to find it difficult to concentrate as my stranger begins pressing several fingers inside my pussy as he continues to lick my clit.
My man notices I am distracted and reaches down and gives my collar a tug.
I yelp and begin to suck his cock harder.
He motions to the stranger.
I whimper as I feel fingers leave my body.
He stands, removes his clothes, and walks up my body.
"Suck his cock.".
I happily comply.
I suck him deep inside my mouth, loving the taste of him.
He pulls out of my mouth and slaps my cheek with his dick.
I frantically try to get his cock back inside my mouth, needing more, wanting more.
Suddenly my man is between my thighs. He rubs his cock on my clit. I am close....so close to cumming again. Suddenly he thrusts deep inside my pussy. I try to scream, but the cock inside my mouth silences me. I cum hard as both cocks slide in and out of me, deeper and deeper.
The cock disappears from my mouth.
I feel my upper torso being lifted so that I am in more of a sitting position. I am being maneuvered like a puppet on a string.
My man's wonderful cock is still thrusting inside me, his hands now gripping my ass, creating a swinging effect. I feel his body tense. I know he is close to cumming.
Suddenly he stops.
Damn.
I feel the stranger walk up behind me.
"I want her ass.", he says.
I feel his hands running down my back. He slaps my ass hard. I yelp.
My man reaches around me and pulls my ass cheeks open.
The stranger begins to cover me with lube. I feel his fingers begin to press inside me, probing me, stretching me.
"Relax.", my man commands. He lowers his head and begins licking and sucking my nipples.
My mind begins to drift. I lose track of who is where. I feel fingers rubbing my clit, the sensuous strain of the rope against my skin, a mouth on my neck, another mouth on my chest and a finger inside my ass.
The fingers on my clit are suddenly replaced by the head of a very hard cock.
I moan as I am entered once again.
My ass is being slapped with a cock.
I feel a strong, muscular chest press against my back.
The thrusting inside my pussy slows. I feel the other cock slowly begin to press inside my ass.
"Go slow. She's small.", my man demands of the stranger.
I hear a strange noise. I think it is a moan? Almost a scream? It takes me a moment to realize the odd sound is coming from me.
I feel fingers rubbing my clit. I feel hands reach around and grasp my breasts. Someone is biting my neck.
The cock in my ass presses deeper. I feel the head pop all the way inside. I scream in to my man's body. Both men slow and stand still.
I feel the cock inside my ass being slowly withdrawn until just the head was inside, then slowly pressed forward. The motion is repeated until I feel balls against my ass.
My body is flooded with an intense mixture of pleasure and pain and relief that I am able to take it all inside me.
I feel both men begin to surge forward. Another scream is forced from my body as I feel the thickness of both cocks finally filling me completely.
My mind completely lets go. I can no longer think, only feel.
The three of us find a rhythm. Brutal, animalistic. My body has relaxed, and both men are thrusting deeper inside me, building up speed. My body is shaking. Momentum is building.
My approaching orgasm snaps me out of my daze. I feel the blood rush out of my head as the first wave begins to wash over me.
I feel teeth on my neck.
Hands running all over my body.
I keep cumming and cumming. The vibrating and pulsing of my body begins to
make the cocks inside me throb.
I hear the stranger cry out as he begins pulsating and shooting his hot cum deep inside my ass.
I writhe and moan as I feel my man begin to throb and cum deep inside my pussy. I begin to scream again as I feel another orgasm take me by surprise.
....and the world fades to black.
I feel someone kissing my forehead and my cheeks. I think I know him. He is saying my name. Yes, that is definitely my name. He wants me to open my eyes, but I don't think I can. I am vaguely aware of being lowered to the ground. I feel my arms and legs being gently rubbed. It feels nice. I black out again.
I wake up wrapped in a blanket, cradled in my man's lap.
"Are you with me Baby?", he asks in a worried tone.
I purr.
He laughs.
"I will take that as an affirmative.".
I smile and sigh happily.
I realize we are alone.
"Where is he?".
"Released back to the wild.".
"Mmmmmmmmm...".
I look down at the rope marks one my arms and legs.
"Those are going to be fun to explain.", I say giggling.
He presses my head to his shoulder.
"You need to rest.".
"Oh?".
"Yes.".
"Why?".
"Tonight was about fulfilling your biggest fantasy. Tomorrow we're going to fulfill mine.".
I shiver, wondering what he has up his sleeve for me next...
Friday, November 25, 2005
The Prowl, Part III
For Parts I and II, please scroll down my lovely Flowers....
He quickly closes the space between us.
He lightly touches my face.
I smile.
"Are you ready Baby?".
"Yes Sir.".
He kisses me gently on the lips, reaches around me, and swats me on the ass.
I yelp and giggle.
"Let's go.".
He takes my hand, and leads me in to my chosen room.
I try to keep my expression neutral, almost bored. I do not want the others in the room to realize I am nervous and a little frightened. There is a power in that knowledge that I am not yet ready to surrender.
He leads me to a large chair, and tells me to sit.
I watch him walk to bar in the corner and refill our wine.
I love watching him move.
He walks back to where I am perched, fighting a smile as he sees my hungry gaze.
"I know. I'm sexy.".
I am unable to stifle a giggle.
Several men begin to eye me with interest.
I blush.
He slides on to the chair behind me.
I scoot backwards until I am flush against his chest.
He hands me my wine, and I try to sip it, and choke.
I begin coughing, and once again, I feel eyes upon me.
"Baby, you have got to calm down.".
I whimper.
He reaches between my legs and lifts up my skirt.
His fingers move aside my panties, and before I fully realize his intent, he pushes two fingers inside me.
I gasp.
"You're going to cum for me.".
"In front of all these...".
"You're about to do a lot of things in front of all these...".
I quiver.
"Close your eyes".
I happily comply, successfully blocking out the others in the room from my mind. He begins to move his incredible fingers in and out, while rubbing my clit with his thumbs. I begin to thrust my hips against his hands, moving faster and faster. I can feel an orgasm begin to build. He adds a third finger. I moan loudly.
"Cum on my fingers. Now!".
My legs begin to shake. I begin to cum. I scream his name.
I lean back against him, panting and gasping and grateful.
"Open your eyes.".
I gasp.
A crowd has silently gathered around us.
I blush and lower my eyes.
I hear several chuckles before I sense the gathering move back once again to the main attraction.
I shyly turn my head towards his and he kisses me.
"Better?".
"Yes.".
He growls.
"I mean, yes Sir.".
He raises his fingers to my lips. I greedily lick and suck his fingers clean.
"Good girl.".
I smile.
"You've baited the hook. Are you ready to reel one in?".
"Sir???".
"You're beautiful when you cum. They all want you now.".
"Oh.".
I blink.
I begin looking around the room, feeling slightly emboldened.
I stare at each man until a pair of eyes meets mine, and then I move on.
My eyes linger upon the back of a tall, broad shouldered man with a shaved head.
Something about him captures my interest.
I want to see his face. I NEED to see his face.
I see his shoulders still as if he senses my stare.
He slowly turns and locks eyes with me.
I am startled by how blue this stranger's eyes are, how intense his gaze is.
I am instantly aroused.
"That one.", I whisper, my eyes still locked with his.
I feel my man's arms reach around my waist, his lips kissing the back of my neck.
"Are you sure? There will be no turning back.".
"I understand.".
The stranger nods in the direction of my man.
I feel him nod back.
Electricity shoots through my body as he begins to approach us with a rather
predatory look in his eye.
He looks me up and down. I can feel myself blushing.
He looks at my man.
"May I?"
"Yes.".
I blink, realizing that his "yes" meant...
The stranger crouches down, becoming eye level with me.
His startling eyes never leave mine as he lightly touches my ankles.
He slowly trails his fingers up my legs.
I feel my man's hands reach around and open my shirt.
I remain frozen as the stranger touches my calves, my thighs, my hips...
He leans forward and kisses me.
His tongue begins to dance with mine, and I become frantic for more.
I feel his hands move to the top of my corset.
He runs his fingers along the exposed skin, up to my leather collar, and tugs.
"Mmmmmmm.", I purr.
He lowers his lips to the right side of my neck and bites.
"Yes.", I gasp.
I feel my man begin to nuzzle the left side of my neck.
Two sets of hands begin running up and down my body.
I wrap my legs around the waist of the kneeling stranger.
He grabs my ass and lifts me off the chair.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and bite his lower lip.
I feel my man move forward. He presses his pelvis against my ass and grinds.
I moan.
"Look to your right.", he whispers in my ear.
I turn and gaze at the other female in the room.
She is slowly being lowered, the red rope untied and the cuffs unhooked.
I watch her go limp as the two men she has just fucked begin to rub the rope marks on her arms and legs.
"You realize what that means...".
I freeze, instantly knowing what he is about to say.
"Your turn.".
He quickly closes the space between us.
He lightly touches my face.
I smile.
"Are you ready Baby?".
"Yes Sir.".
He kisses me gently on the lips, reaches around me, and swats me on the ass.
I yelp and giggle.
"Let's go.".
He takes my hand, and leads me in to my chosen room.
I try to keep my expression neutral, almost bored. I do not want the others in the room to realize I am nervous and a little frightened. There is a power in that knowledge that I am not yet ready to surrender.
He leads me to a large chair, and tells me to sit.
I watch him walk to bar in the corner and refill our wine.
I love watching him move.
He walks back to where I am perched, fighting a smile as he sees my hungry gaze.
"I know. I'm sexy.".
I am unable to stifle a giggle.
Several men begin to eye me with interest.
I blush.
He slides on to the chair behind me.
I scoot backwards until I am flush against his chest.
He hands me my wine, and I try to sip it, and choke.
I begin coughing, and once again, I feel eyes upon me.
"Baby, you have got to calm down.".
I whimper.
He reaches between my legs and lifts up my skirt.
His fingers move aside my panties, and before I fully realize his intent, he pushes two fingers inside me.
I gasp.
"You're going to cum for me.".
"In front of all these...".
"You're about to do a lot of things in front of all these...".
I quiver.
"Close your eyes".
I happily comply, successfully blocking out the others in the room from my mind. He begins to move his incredible fingers in and out, while rubbing my clit with his thumbs. I begin to thrust my hips against his hands, moving faster and faster. I can feel an orgasm begin to build. He adds a third finger. I moan loudly.
"Cum on my fingers. Now!".
My legs begin to shake. I begin to cum. I scream his name.
I lean back against him, panting and gasping and grateful.
"Open your eyes.".
I gasp.
A crowd has silently gathered around us.
I blush and lower my eyes.
I hear several chuckles before I sense the gathering move back once again to the main attraction.
I shyly turn my head towards his and he kisses me.
"Better?".
"Yes.".
He growls.
"I mean, yes Sir.".
He raises his fingers to my lips. I greedily lick and suck his fingers clean.
"Good girl.".
I smile.
"You've baited the hook. Are you ready to reel one in?".
"Sir???".
"You're beautiful when you cum. They all want you now.".
"Oh.".
I blink.
I begin looking around the room, feeling slightly emboldened.
I stare at each man until a pair of eyes meets mine, and then I move on.
My eyes linger upon the back of a tall, broad shouldered man with a shaved head.
Something about him captures my interest.
I want to see his face. I NEED to see his face.
I see his shoulders still as if he senses my stare.
He slowly turns and locks eyes with me.
I am startled by how blue this stranger's eyes are, how intense his gaze is.
I am instantly aroused.
"That one.", I whisper, my eyes still locked with his.
I feel my man's arms reach around my waist, his lips kissing the back of my neck.
"Are you sure? There will be no turning back.".
"I understand.".
The stranger nods in the direction of my man.
I feel him nod back.
Electricity shoots through my body as he begins to approach us with a rather
predatory look in his eye.
He looks me up and down. I can feel myself blushing.
He looks at my man.
"May I?"
"Yes.".
I blink, realizing that his "yes" meant...
The stranger crouches down, becoming eye level with me.
His startling eyes never leave mine as he lightly touches my ankles.
He slowly trails his fingers up my legs.
I feel my man's hands reach around and open my shirt.
I remain frozen as the stranger touches my calves, my thighs, my hips...
He leans forward and kisses me.
His tongue begins to dance with mine, and I become frantic for more.
I feel his hands move to the top of my corset.
He runs his fingers along the exposed skin, up to my leather collar, and tugs.
"Mmmmmmm.", I purr.
He lowers his lips to the right side of my neck and bites.
"Yes.", I gasp.
I feel my man begin to nuzzle the left side of my neck.
Two sets of hands begin running up and down my body.
I wrap my legs around the waist of the kneeling stranger.
He grabs my ass and lifts me off the chair.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and bite his lower lip.
I feel my man move forward. He presses his pelvis against my ass and grinds.
I moan.
"Look to your right.", he whispers in my ear.
I turn and gaze at the other female in the room.
She is slowly being lowered, the red rope untied and the cuffs unhooked.
I watch her go limp as the two men she has just fucked begin to rub the rope marks on her arms and legs.
"You realize what that means...".
I freeze, instantly knowing what he is about to say.
"Your turn.".
Friday, November 18, 2005
The Prowl, Part II
For Part I, please scroll down to the post before last, my lovely Flowers.....
He reaches for the door.
I grasp his hand, turn to face him, and place his hand on my heart.
He feels my heart pounding and smiles down at me.
"Nervous?".
I consider denying it, but then smile slightly and nod.
He kisses me gently on the lips.
"Stop stalling.".
I blush, grin and move his hand back to the door.
We walk inside a long, dimly lit hallway.
My heart continues to race.
He reaches around me, rests his hand low on my right hip, and guides me forward.
We reach the end of the hallway and enter a large, gothically decorated room.
Soft lighting, dark velvet furniture....like something out of a Dracula movie.
I begin to purr.
He laughs. "You like?".
"I like.".
Then I notice something odd.
We're alone...?
I look at him, a question in my eyes.
"Be patient.".
I sigh. I am not exactly known for being patient...but I answer, "Yes Sir.".
He walks towards a small bar area, and pours us each a glass of wine.
I try not to gulp.
He smiles at me.
He tops off our glasses, reaches for my hand, and pulls me towards another doorway.
I notice the walls of the hallway ahead appear to be windows.
I am so excited that I begin to shake.
I see several attractive couples, standing around the room.
"Is she a submissive?".
"Yes.".
I watch another beautiful woman walk to the submissive and lightly kiss her on the lips.
He begins to kiss the back of my neck.
I shiver and close my eyes, world spinning a bit.
"I would like to see my other choices.".
He releases me, and I walk further up the hallway.
I peer through the set of windows on the right.
I gasp.
I see countless naked bodies intertwined.
"Can you actually go hunting in there or do we just dive in?".
He laughs.
"We could join in, or break a few off from the pack.".
"Ohhhhhhhh my.".
I watch for a moment, feeling overwhelmed by the frantic movements of the flailing limbs.
I decide to move forward, to the last set of windows at the end of the hallway.
I freeze, entranced.
I see a girl, suspended by wrist cuffs and some intricately wrapped red rope.
Two men are circling her.
I stand, spellbound.
The taller of the men pauses in front of her, reaches out and touches her lips.
She begins to suck on his fingers, as the second man begins to stroke her ass.
The taller man pulls his fingers out of her mouth, and slowly trails them down her body.
"They will both take her.".
"Both???".
"Both.".
"You mean....?".
"You know exactly what I mean. Double penetration.".
I gulp. I throb.
"Come to me.".
I walk towards him on very unsteady legs.
"Choose".
"Eeeny, meeny, miney....".
He reaches out and pinches both of my nipples.
"Be serious...", he threatens.
"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous...and a little scared...and...".
He raises his finger to my lips, quieting me, helping me focus.
"Choose.".
I gaze in to his eyes for a moment.
I turn and slowly walk up and down the hall once more, drinking in the images before me, feeling my sensors overload.
I pause in front of the room that scares me the most, excites me the most.
I turn to face him.
He is not surprised.
He knows me well.
He reaches for the door.
I grasp his hand, turn to face him, and place his hand on my heart.
He feels my heart pounding and smiles down at me.
"Nervous?".
I consider denying it, but then smile slightly and nod.
He kisses me gently on the lips.
"Stop stalling.".
I blush, grin and move his hand back to the door.
We walk inside a long, dimly lit hallway.
My heart continues to race.
He reaches around me, rests his hand low on my right hip, and guides me forward.
We reach the end of the hallway and enter a large, gothically decorated room.
Soft lighting, dark velvet furniture....like something out of a Dracula movie.
I begin to purr.
He laughs. "You like?".
"I like.".
Then I notice something odd.
We're alone...?
I look at him, a question in my eyes.
"Be patient.".
I sigh. I am not exactly known for being patient...but I answer, "Yes Sir.".
He walks towards a small bar area, and pours us each a glass of wine.
I try not to gulp.
He smiles at me.
He tops off our glasses, reaches for my hand, and pulls me towards another doorway.
I notice the walls of the hallway ahead appear to be windows.
I am so excited that I begin to shake.
He sets our glasses down, turns to me, presses his body against mine until my back against the wall, pushes one of his legs between my thighs and grinds against me.
"This is what you want.".
"Yes.", I gasp.
He grabs my hips and raises me up.
I wrap my legs tightly around his waist.
"You're sure?".
"Yes!".
I reach for his face and pull his lips to mine, kissing him hungrily.
I grind against him. I wish he would take me now, here.....but he has other plans.
Slowly, he unwraps my legs from his waist and lowers me to the ground.
I sway and lean in to him, refusing to allow his lips to leave mine.
Finally he takes a step back.
"Stop it or you will not see what is down this hallway.".
Being the curious creature that I am, I whimper, but nod in agreement.
He hands me my wine, I take another sip and a deep breath.
We reach the first set of windows on the left.
I see several attractive couples, standing around the room.
In the center, there is a strikingly beautiful women, sitting naked and still as a statue on a sofa.
I turn to him. "What is going to happen to her?", I ask.
"Watch.", he commands, and pushes me forward, pinning me between him and the glass.
My eyes move back to the beautiful girl.
I watch as a man approaches her and begins to caress her shoulders.
Her eyes close, and I notice that she shivers.
Another man walks towards her, crouches low , and spreads her legs, inspecting her lovely pussy.
"They will all take her.", he growls in my ear.
I blink.
"All? They will ALL take her?", I ask, my voice squeaking a bit.
"Yes. You may have her too if you like.".
My body melts."Is she a submissive?".
"Yes.".
I watch another beautiful woman walk to the submissive and lightly kiss her on the lips.
He begins to kiss the back of my neck.
I shiver and close my eyes, world spinning a bit.
"I would like to see my other choices.".
He releases me, and I walk further up the hallway.
I peer through the set of windows on the right.
I gasp.
I see countless naked bodies intertwined.
"Can you actually go hunting in there or do we just dive in?".
He laughs.
"We could join in, or break a few off from the pack.".
"Ohhhhhhhh my.".
I watch for a moment, feeling overwhelmed by the frantic movements of the flailing limbs.
I decide to move forward, to the last set of windows at the end of the hallway.
I freeze, entranced.
I see a girl, suspended by wrist cuffs and some intricately wrapped red rope.
Two men are circling her.
I stand, spellbound.
The taller of the men pauses in front of her, reaches out and touches her lips.
She begins to suck on his fingers, as the second man begins to stroke her ass.
The taller man pulls his fingers out of her mouth, and slowly trails them down her body.
"They will both take her.".
"Both???".
"Both.".
"You mean....?".
"You know exactly what I mean. Double penetration.".
I gulp. I throb.
"Come to me.".
I walk towards him on very unsteady legs.
"Choose".
"Eeeny, meeny, miney....".
He reaches out and pinches both of my nipples.
"Be serious...", he threatens.
"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous...and a little scared...and...".
He raises his finger to my lips, quieting me, helping me focus.
"Choose.".
I gaze in to his eyes for a moment.
I turn and slowly walk up and down the hall once more, drinking in the images before me, feeling my sensors overload.
I pause in front of the room that scares me the most, excites me the most.
I turn to face him.
He is not surprised.
He knows me well.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
The Prowl, Part I
"Ready?", he asks rather impatiently.
"Yes!", I answer, laughing as I snap my garters in to place.
He drags me out of the hotel room and into the hall.
"Maybe we could fuck in the elevator?", I tease.
He growls at me in response. I love making him growl.
The doors open. We squeeze inside a very crowded elevator.
As I look at the faces of the other passengers, I realize this is a prime opportunity to get in to a bit of trouble.
I slowly back in to him, and begin to grind my ass against his pelvis.
"Wench.", he moans, as he kisses the back of my neck.
"mmmmmmmmmmmm", I purr, as I continue to swivel my hips against his body.
I melt in to him, ignoring the startled gasps from fellow passengers as I place his hands on my breasts.
The elevator arrives at it's destination far too soon for my liking.
Damn.
As we step out and in to the lobby, he slaps me on the ass. Hard.
I squeak.
"I'll put you over my knee right here."
"Promise?". I smile and wiggle my eyebrows.
He growls again, grabs my hand, and pulls me towards our waiting cab.
He opens the door, and tosses me in to the back seat.
"In a bit of a hurry?". I laugh again.
"I'm not in a hurry. I'm on a mission."
"Shall we go over Operation Catch, Fuck and Release again?", I say as I snuggle close to him, sling my legs across his lap, bat my eyelashes, and stifle a grin.
I feel his fingers trailing up my thigh as he slowly lowers his lips towards mine.
"We search, we select, we nail."
I smile as I feel his hand moving higher...and higher...
I'm breathless. Waiting. Hoping...
He slips a finger inside me. I moan.
I try to grind against him, but he has my hips trapped.
He tugs at my lower lip with his teeth.
"Are you going to behave Baby?".
"Mayyyyyyyyyyybe.", I say with a smile.
He applies more pressure with his teeth, pulls his finger out of my pussy, and I whimper.
"Are you going to behave?", he repeats.
I whimper again.
"Yes Sir.".
"That's better.".
He raises his fingers, wet with my juices, to my lips.
I sigh as he begins lightly touching my lips with his fingers.
I flick my tongue across my lips.
He follows my tongue with his, and begins to kiss me deeply.
The cab slows to a stop.
Damnit again.
He slides towards the door, and pushes me out and on to my feet.
I face the non-descript door of the private club, and shiver in anticipation.
As he exits the cab, I run my fingers across his rib cage, and wrap my arms around him.
He looks down at me, eyes smoldering.
"Ready Baby?".
I nod, though I am suddenly feeling a bit nervous under his intense gaze.
He smiles, and gently touches my cheek, reassuring me.
He can read me so well.
He kisses me quickly, and begins to pull me towards our destination.
"Yes!", I answer, laughing as I snap my garters in to place.
He drags me out of the hotel room and into the hall.
"Maybe we could fuck in the elevator?", I tease.
He growls at me in response. I love making him growl.
The doors open. We squeeze inside a very crowded elevator.
As I look at the faces of the other passengers, I realize this is a prime opportunity to get in to a bit of trouble.
I slowly back in to him, and begin to grind my ass against his pelvis.
"Wench.", he moans, as he kisses the back of my neck.
"mmmmmmmmmmmm", I purr, as I continue to swivel my hips against his body.
I melt in to him, ignoring the startled gasps from fellow passengers as I place his hands on my breasts.
The elevator arrives at it's destination far too soon for my liking.
Damn.
As we step out and in to the lobby, he slaps me on the ass. Hard.
I squeak.
"I'll put you over my knee right here."
"Promise?". I smile and wiggle my eyebrows.
He growls again, grabs my hand, and pulls me towards our waiting cab.
He opens the door, and tosses me in to the back seat.
"In a bit of a hurry?". I laugh again.
"I'm not in a hurry. I'm on a mission."
"Shall we go over Operation Catch, Fuck and Release again?", I say as I snuggle close to him, sling my legs across his lap, bat my eyelashes, and stifle a grin.
I feel his fingers trailing up my thigh as he slowly lowers his lips towards mine.
"We search, we select, we nail."
I smile as I feel his hand moving higher...and higher...
I'm breathless. Waiting. Hoping...
He slips a finger inside me. I moan.
I try to grind against him, but he has my hips trapped.
He tugs at my lower lip with his teeth.
"Are you going to behave Baby?".
"Mayyyyyyyyyyybe.", I say with a smile.
He applies more pressure with his teeth, pulls his finger out of my pussy, and I whimper.
"Are you going to behave?", he repeats.
I whimper again.
"Yes Sir.".
"That's better.".
He raises his fingers, wet with my juices, to my lips.
I sigh as he begins lightly touching my lips with his fingers.
I flick my tongue across my lips.
He follows my tongue with his, and begins to kiss me deeply.
The cab slows to a stop.
Damnit again.
He slides towards the door, and pushes me out and on to my feet.
I face the non-descript door of the private club, and shiver in anticipation.
As he exits the cab, I run my fingers across his rib cage, and wrap my arms around him.
He looks down at me, eyes smoldering.
"Ready Baby?".
I nod, though I am suddenly feeling a bit nervous under his intense gaze.
He smiles, and gently touches my cheek, reassuring me.
He can read me so well.
He kisses me quickly, and begins to pull me towards our destination.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Am I a Sexual Barbie Doll?
Livey wrote a great comment yesterday that really got me thinking. It was in response to my little explanation post about my stalkers. In case you missed what she said:
*grinning* When I read that I had just gotten home from the gym and was soooo pumped up. Oh Flowers, if you could have seen me jumping up and down and flexing my muscles when Livey said to flex my muscles and be bitchier, channeling Howard Dean with a mighty mighty YARRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!! LOL! I scared the heck out of Other Half.
Well, ok, so you already probably know I regularly scare the heck out of Other Half.
*grin*
Anyways....
I gotta admit, yes, I can definitely be naive. And yes, I have often been accused of being too nice or too sweet. I WANT to be tough! I really do!!! I've tried to repress some of that "innocent" side of me here on the naughty blog. I even wrote about how I prefer to be called "dark and mysterious" at some point....but damn.....I can't quite seem get away from that whole "nice" thing. Argh.
Someone told me.....I think it was Nate......that people read my blog because I am a "good girl", that people can tell I am a "good girl", but that I have a very "naughty" side and it's intriguing or something. I can't remember the exact words. Is that how you see me Flowers? I can't help but be curious.
In regards to the BDSM thing, it is like anything else, there's good people and bad people involved in the lifestyle. I've been lucky here and only had the two odd ones come after me in a bad way. Everyone else I have met through this blog have been just as normal as me, just kinky. :)
That being said....does the combo of good girl/sweet girl/naughty girl who likes to be dominated make me odd? Unusual? Do you see me as a "Sexual Barbie Doll"? Does it sorta go back to the Madonna (the biblical one) outside the bedroom but a Madonna (ho-bag singer circa 1985) inside the bedroom fantasy/fascination thing?
Talk to me.
Come on you can't be that naive. You're a freaking sexual barbie doll, every sick freak out there wants to dominate you. The fact that you like domination, to them, means you are game girl! To a sexual defiant psycho you are the perfect woman, and you want them!
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, far from it, and I think you're adorable. The whole spanking thing is not my thing, but hey to each their own. You write what you write to interest people. But you gotta know that's gonna interest some real whackos. And you're just too damn sweet about it. You need to be a little bitchier girl! Show those sick fucks that although you like to be dominated by your man, any other man is gonna get his dick cut off, shoved up his ass, then shoved down his throat!
I know you can do it, flex those muscles you've been working on! Start by posting their IP. But most of all, don't change who you because of a bunch of sick fucks!
*grinning* When I read that I had just gotten home from the gym and was soooo pumped up. Oh Flowers, if you could have seen me jumping up and down and flexing my muscles when Livey said to flex my muscles and be bitchier, channeling Howard Dean with a mighty mighty YARRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!! LOL! I scared the heck out of Other Half.
Well, ok, so you already probably know I regularly scare the heck out of Other Half.
*grin*
Anyways....
I gotta admit, yes, I can definitely be naive. And yes, I have often been accused of being too nice or too sweet. I WANT to be tough! I really do!!! I've tried to repress some of that "innocent" side of me here on the naughty blog. I even wrote about how I prefer to be called "dark and mysterious" at some point....but damn.....I can't quite seem get away from that whole "nice" thing. Argh.
Someone told me.....I think it was Nate......that people read my blog because I am a "good girl", that people can tell I am a "good girl", but that I have a very "naughty" side and it's intriguing or something. I can't remember the exact words. Is that how you see me Flowers? I can't help but be curious.
In regards to the BDSM thing, it is like anything else, there's good people and bad people involved in the lifestyle. I've been lucky here and only had the two odd ones come after me in a bad way. Everyone else I have met through this blog have been just as normal as me, just kinky. :)
That being said....does the combo of good girl/sweet girl/naughty girl who likes to be dominated make me odd? Unusual? Do you see me as a "Sexual Barbie Doll"? Does it sorta go back to the Madonna (the biblical one) outside the bedroom but a Madonna (ho-bag singer circa 1985) inside the bedroom fantasy/fascination thing?
Talk to me.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Pushing boundaries, setting limits
Emailed question - How do you set "limits"? Who makes the decisions?
First, and most importantly, never, ever go in to a situation blind. You need to have a frank, honest discussion with your partner before you start this sort of relationship.
The coolest part is the "submissive" sets the limits. Now don't tell my other half I realize this, hehehehehe, but I am really in the "power" position. I decide what is and what is not ok. If he ever went too far, I have my "safe" word that I can use and he'll stop. Yes, I willingly give my body to him to use and abuse. *grin* But the amount of it, what I can take, is ultimately up to ME.
The greatest thing about being together so long is that he knows how to push my boundaries but not break them. And my my my does that ever rock.
Doms have limits too. TMWPM does have some, and I like to try and push his boundaries as well. *wicked grin* There's one GIGANTIC boundary he has that I am currently trying to tunnel under. If I have any success, I am sure I will do some sort of victory dance on the blog. *giggling*
I read something the other day about "Hard Limits" versus "Soft Limits". A "Hard limit" is something you won't consider under any circumstances. I won't let anyone anywhere near me with an animal, a needle or a branding iron. FORGET IT! Not gonna happen. EVER. Not that anyone has ever pulled that shit with me, I'm just giving you an example of what some of my hard limits are. A "Soft limit" is something that under the right circumstances you will allow yourself to be "forced" (ha!) to do. It's that whole NO! DON'T!!! NO! STOP!!!!! thing that turns in to Don't stop EVER! Some people, like say....ME.....have a "thrill of the forbidden" fetish. "Soft limits" are basically a free pass to naughty-ville.
And naughty-ville is such a glorious place to live.....
- - UPDATE - -
I love me some Gut Rumbles. Acid Man is totally my hero. But I think this post sorta got misunderstood. Just to make it clear, this stuff is FUN! And meant to be. And my "thrill of the forbidden" fetish is about kinky stuff like anal sex. I do not have any sort of rape fetish/rape fantasy/etc. No no no!!!!! Now Acidman, come over here so I can spank ya. *grin*
First, and most importantly, never, ever go in to a situation blind. You need to have a frank, honest discussion with your partner before you start this sort of relationship.
The coolest part is the "submissive" sets the limits. Now don't tell my other half I realize this, hehehehehe, but I am really in the "power" position. I decide what is and what is not ok. If he ever went too far, I have my "safe" word that I can use and he'll stop. Yes, I willingly give my body to him to use and abuse. *grin* But the amount of it, what I can take, is ultimately up to ME.
The greatest thing about being together so long is that he knows how to push my boundaries but not break them. And my my my does that ever rock.
Doms have limits too. TMWPM does have some, and I like to try and push his boundaries as well. *wicked grin* There's one GIGANTIC boundary he has that I am currently trying to tunnel under. If I have any success, I am sure I will do some sort of victory dance on the blog. *giggling*
I read something the other day about "Hard Limits" versus "Soft Limits". A "Hard limit" is something you won't consider under any circumstances. I won't let anyone anywhere near me with an animal, a needle or a branding iron. FORGET IT! Not gonna happen. EVER. Not that anyone has ever pulled that shit with me, I'm just giving you an example of what some of my hard limits are. A "Soft limit" is something that under the right circumstances you will allow yourself to be "forced" (ha!) to do. It's that whole NO! DON'T!!! NO! STOP!!!!! thing that turns in to Don't stop EVER! Some people, like say....ME.....have a "thrill of the forbidden" fetish. "Soft limits" are basically a free pass to naughty-ville.
And naughty-ville is such a glorious place to live.....
- - UPDATE - -
I love me some Gut Rumbles. Acid Man is totally my hero. But I think this post sorta got misunderstood. Just to make it clear, this stuff is FUN! And meant to be. And my "thrill of the forbidden" fetish is about kinky stuff like anal sex. I do not have any sort of rape fetish/rape fantasy/etc. No no no!!!!! Now Acidman, come over here so I can spank ya. *grin*
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