Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Inspection...
I feel fully fucked and abused as I'm preparing to leave him. This is the hard part...wanting to linger and continue...
"There's nothing I want more than to keep you around and rape you all night, but..."
I get chills at the thought...oh how I want that! Instead, I smile and kiss him good-bye.
"Turn around. Drop your pants."
This is new. I almost question him...almost. I turn around and lower my pants, revealing my bare ass to him...no panties, of course.
"Bend over."
Ummm...okay.
"Spread yourself. Let me see you."
I obediently show him my ass and well-fucked pussy. He says nothing. I feel his eyes on me...I feel awkward. I make a move to stand, thinking he's done.
"I didn't tell you to stand. Bend over."
Okay. I bite my lip. He's explored my body deeply and often, yet I feel self-conscious with this inspection. He's silent, but I feel his eyes on me...intense.
"Don't move. You aren't done."
I'm actually at a loss at this point. He has never inspected me so casually...or in such a position... Damn if I don't feel my pussy moisten at his commands.
"Now, you're done. Pull your pants up."
I feel relief but still approach him for his approval. He leans forward, pressing his face into my crotch, deeply inhaling the scent of my pussy. It turns me on so much when he breathes me in like this. I'm getting weak in the knees as he brings his fingers up to rub the fabric of my pants against my used pussy. He's sawing his hand back and forth across my lips, gradually pushing the fabric into my slit and against my clit. I'm overcome with lust and grab his shoulders for stability. He's alternating between rubbing my clit and inhaling my scent on his fingers. This continues until I'm coming hard from his ministrations. He removes the fabric of my pants from my pussy, sits back, and smiles at me.
He calls me later to tell me that he has been smelling his fingers all evening. I smile and think back to his inspection of me...my pussy is wet as I begin sliding my fingers over my clit...
"There's nothing I want more than to keep you around and rape you all night, but..."
I get chills at the thought...oh how I want that! Instead, I smile and kiss him good-bye.
"Turn around. Drop your pants."
This is new. I almost question him...almost. I turn around and lower my pants, revealing my bare ass to him...no panties, of course.
"Bend over."
Ummm...okay.
"Spread yourself. Let me see you."
I obediently show him my ass and well-fucked pussy. He says nothing. I feel his eyes on me...I feel awkward. I make a move to stand, thinking he's done.
"I didn't tell you to stand. Bend over."
Okay. I bite my lip. He's explored my body deeply and often, yet I feel self-conscious with this inspection. He's silent, but I feel his eyes on me...intense.
"Don't move. You aren't done."
I'm actually at a loss at this point. He has never inspected me so casually...or in such a position... Damn if I don't feel my pussy moisten at his commands.
"Now, you're done. Pull your pants up."
I feel relief but still approach him for his approval. He leans forward, pressing his face into my crotch, deeply inhaling the scent of my pussy. It turns me on so much when he breathes me in like this. I'm getting weak in the knees as he brings his fingers up to rub the fabric of my pants against my used pussy. He's sawing his hand back and forth across my lips, gradually pushing the fabric into my slit and against my clit. I'm overcome with lust and grab his shoulders for stability. He's alternating between rubbing my clit and inhaling my scent on his fingers. This continues until I'm coming hard from his ministrations. He removes the fabric of my pants from my pussy, sits back, and smiles at me.
He calls me later to tell me that he has been smelling his fingers all evening. I smile and think back to his inspection of me...my pussy is wet as I begin sliding my fingers over my clit...
"Hurt me, please"
There is always sexual tension when we're together. Spoken and unspoken. The last day we spent together was supposed to be platonic...with a little flirtation, as usual. I don't know exactly when the atmosphere changed, but I know it culminated in my car, driving down the interstate at 70 mph! Conversation had turned to us and our adventures...things he wants me to do...my willing participation in his deviant designs...and I was getting so turned on. His presence alone gets me hot, but when he starts talking about sex, I'm constantly buzzing on the verge of an orgasm. God, he is so fucking sexy.
"If you had no one to answer to, I would mark you up daily."
I want that. He knows how badly I want to see HIS bruises and red marks across my pale skin...but it isn't that simple.
I'm driving...he's in the passenger seat caressing my exposed skin, occasionally squeezing my breasts from the outside of my shirt. First, he removes my right breast from its confines, then my left. I don't shield myself as cars and trucks pass us. He grins as he pulls at my pierced nipples.
"You want them to see, don't you?"
I bite my lip and nod. As much as I crave his exposure of me, I almost always revert to the shy girl knowing I shouldn't be so wanton and brazen. It just encourages him to push me further outside my comfort zone.
He's caressing and squeezing my exposed breasts while I focus on the road ahead. If I look at him, I'll be lost and completely out of control. He's giving each nipple extra attention that I feel all the way into my clit. It's then that I realize he's removed the barbells from my nipples and has put them away. Ummm...this is new. He does nothing without reason, and I am distracted with my wonderings. I don't question him though.
The first slap to my right breast doesn't hurt as much as it surprises me. Looking back, I think he was determining the best angle to achieve the desired effect. He found it.
Slap...slap...slap...light caressing...pinching and twisting my nipples painfully...
He's taken my breath. I audibly swallow, breathe deeply, focus on my task at hand...driving. Harder he slaps my right breast...harder he tortures my nipple, pulling it up, dragging it to him and away...then the light caresses...oh God the caresses... I tremble from the pain, but the caresses are sending constant lightning bolts through my nipple straight to my clit. I feel my pussy leaking and know that my pants are dampening by the minute...especially since I'm not wearing panties...
The drive isn't short. His assault on my breast continues as I approach an insanely strong orgasm. Slap...slap...slap...pinch & pull...caress. I'm dizzy with the pain and pleasure...my breathing is labored... In true 30 fashion, he sits there smiling, analyzing my response, enjoying hurting me & knowing it gets me off...
"You're tensing."
Yes. It hurts.
"Beg me to hurt you more."
Please.
"'Please' what?"
Please hurt me.
Slap...slap...slap...twist...pinch...caress...
"Again. I'm just waiting on you."
Hurt me, please.
Slap...slap...slap...caress...pull...squeeze...
I've pulled off now and he's gently rubbing my abused breast. The bruising is already showing, and he's marvelling at the heat radiating from my reddened flesh. But, he doesn't stop...in seconds he has me coming from nipple play alone...
We reach our destination with continued tit-slapping. His attacks are so random...sometimes hard slaps, sometimes he stops abruptly and lightly caresses...I'm sweating from the anticipation and excitement. Once inside, he pushes me against the wall using my breasts to guide me. His hands wrap tightly around my right breast and squeeze with all his strength. He alternates rubbing my raw nipple with his facial hair or sucking it gently into his mouth. I'm coming again as he drags me to his bed.
He talks to me while he fucks me.
"You're my slut. I own you."
Yes.
"You liked walking around with my come dripping from your pussy, didn't you? Only sluts and tramps like that. Tell me what you are."
I'm a slut...nothing but a tramp. I loved the feel of your come inside me.
"Do you remember your name?"
Slut.
"Good. Your pussy...your ass...your tits...your mouth...all mine, aren't they? To use as I please."
Yes. All yours.
"You will do everything I ask of you...no exceptions."
Yes. Everything. No exceptions.
He fucks me senseless before he comes in my mouth. I leave bruised and exhausted...counting the days until the next time he uses me.
"If you had no one to answer to, I would mark you up daily."
I want that. He knows how badly I want to see HIS bruises and red marks across my pale skin...but it isn't that simple.
I'm driving...he's in the passenger seat caressing my exposed skin, occasionally squeezing my breasts from the outside of my shirt. First, he removes my right breast from its confines, then my left. I don't shield myself as cars and trucks pass us. He grins as he pulls at my pierced nipples.
"You want them to see, don't you?"
I bite my lip and nod. As much as I crave his exposure of me, I almost always revert to the shy girl knowing I shouldn't be so wanton and brazen. It just encourages him to push me further outside my comfort zone.
He's caressing and squeezing my exposed breasts while I focus on the road ahead. If I look at him, I'll be lost and completely out of control. He's giving each nipple extra attention that I feel all the way into my clit. It's then that I realize he's removed the barbells from my nipples and has put them away. Ummm...this is new. He does nothing without reason, and I am distracted with my wonderings. I don't question him though.
The first slap to my right breast doesn't hurt as much as it surprises me. Looking back, I think he was determining the best angle to achieve the desired effect. He found it.
Slap...slap...slap...light caressing...pinching and twisting my nipples painfully...
He's taken my breath. I audibly swallow, breathe deeply, focus on my task at hand...driving. Harder he slaps my right breast...harder he tortures my nipple, pulling it up, dragging it to him and away...then the light caresses...oh God the caresses... I tremble from the pain, but the caresses are sending constant lightning bolts through my nipple straight to my clit. I feel my pussy leaking and know that my pants are dampening by the minute...especially since I'm not wearing panties...
The drive isn't short. His assault on my breast continues as I approach an insanely strong orgasm. Slap...slap...slap...pinch & pull...caress. I'm dizzy with the pain and pleasure...my breathing is labored... In true 30 fashion, he sits there smiling, analyzing my response, enjoying hurting me & knowing it gets me off...
"You're tensing."
Yes. It hurts.
"Beg me to hurt you more."
Please.
"'Please' what?"
Please hurt me.
Slap...slap...slap...twist...pinch...caress...
"Again. I'm just waiting on you."
Hurt me, please.
Slap...slap...slap...caress...pull...squeeze...
I've pulled off now and he's gently rubbing my abused breast. The bruising is already showing, and he's marvelling at the heat radiating from my reddened flesh. But, he doesn't stop...in seconds he has me coming from nipple play alone...
We reach our destination with continued tit-slapping. His attacks are so random...sometimes hard slaps, sometimes he stops abruptly and lightly caresses...I'm sweating from the anticipation and excitement. Once inside, he pushes me against the wall using my breasts to guide me. His hands wrap tightly around my right breast and squeeze with all his strength. He alternates rubbing my raw nipple with his facial hair or sucking it gently into his mouth. I'm coming again as he drags me to his bed.
He talks to me while he fucks me.
"You're my slut. I own you."
Yes.
"You liked walking around with my come dripping from your pussy, didn't you? Only sluts and tramps like that. Tell me what you are."
I'm a slut...nothing but a tramp. I loved the feel of your come inside me.
"Do you remember your name?"
Slut.
"Good. Your pussy...your ass...your tits...your mouth...all mine, aren't they? To use as I please."
Yes. All yours.
"You will do everything I ask of you...no exceptions."
Yes. Everything. No exceptions.
He fucks me senseless before he comes in my mouth. I leave bruised and exhausted...counting the days until the next time he uses me.
Filling me...
The first time 30 came inside me is almost impossible to convey into words. After fucking for what seemed like forever, I felt him tensing, felt his cock harden even more inside me, felt him explode over and over filling my pussy...then we lay spent, catching our breath...
All I could think about was tasting him...tasting his come as it combined with my own juices... I dipped my fingers deep inside my well-fucked pussy, then brought them to my lips, licking our sex from my dripping fingers over and over.
Later that night, thinking about the day's events and still smelling of sex, I masturbated by rubbing his come over my clit until I came again.
Falling asleep, all I could think about was him filling me...
All I could think about was tasting him...tasting his come as it combined with my own juices... I dipped my fingers deep inside my well-fucked pussy, then brought them to my lips, licking our sex from my dripping fingers over and over.
Later that night, thinking about the day's events and still smelling of sex, I masturbated by rubbing his come over my clit until I came again.
Falling asleep, all I could think about was him filling me...
Appetizer
From across the room he directs me...
"Put your feet up there...play with your pussy."
I only smile and do as he wishes.
No more is said for a time. I can feel my pussy getting wetter as I rub my clit, and I wonder if he's going to do or say anything else before I come. Without warning, he stands and walks over to me, sitting between my legs on the footstool. His hands begin caressing my legs, sliding up and down my body, grabbing my breasts. He removes my right breast from my bra, pulling my shirt down with it. His fingers work their way up my pants leg until he reaches my dripping pussy where he lightly plays with my lips. I push my hips towards him trying to get his fingers into me.
"Aren't you a horny little girl today?"
Yessssss. You do this to me every time. I'm your needy slut.
I sigh and pout as he pulls away from me...though it's only to remove one leg from my pants. I never know exactly what he has planned, and I've learned to not complain and just go with it. I actually worry that he'll withhold what he knows I really want as a warning and lesson, so I just bite my tongue.
He's caressing my legs again. God, that feels so good. Little chills run up and down my spine at his touch. He knows what he wants though and starts sliding fingers into my pussy and over my clit. I rock the chair into his hand and feel him adding fingers until my pussy is stretching with the width of his hand.
"You love that, don't you?"
I can only nod as I continue to rock against him. He's bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, and I can only seem to moan and whimper. My pussy is pulsing and throbbing as he works his thumb in with his fingers. Now, he's using my exposed nipple to rock me onto his hand...twisting and pulling that little sensitive piece of flesh as he stretches my pussy to accomodate his hand. All I can do is hold on to the back of the chair as I come over and over, tears running down my face. When he's satisfied that I've had enough -- for now -- he removes his hand an wipes my juices on my legs.
He helps me back into my pants, gives me that devious little smile, then gets up and resumes what he was doing.
All I can do is sit there and recover. That was just the day's appetizer...
"Put your feet up there...play with your pussy."
I only smile and do as he wishes.
No more is said for a time. I can feel my pussy getting wetter as I rub my clit, and I wonder if he's going to do or say anything else before I come. Without warning, he stands and walks over to me, sitting between my legs on the footstool. His hands begin caressing my legs, sliding up and down my body, grabbing my breasts. He removes my right breast from my bra, pulling my shirt down with it. His fingers work their way up my pants leg until he reaches my dripping pussy where he lightly plays with my lips. I push my hips towards him trying to get his fingers into me.
"Aren't you a horny little girl today?"
Yessssss. You do this to me every time. I'm your needy slut.
I sigh and pout as he pulls away from me...though it's only to remove one leg from my pants. I never know exactly what he has planned, and I've learned to not complain and just go with it. I actually worry that he'll withhold what he knows I really want as a warning and lesson, so I just bite my tongue.
He's caressing my legs again. God, that feels so good. Little chills run up and down my spine at his touch. He knows what he wants though and starts sliding fingers into my pussy and over my clit. I rock the chair into his hand and feel him adding fingers until my pussy is stretching with the width of his hand.
"You love that, don't you?"
I can only nod as I continue to rock against him. He's bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, and I can only seem to moan and whimper. My pussy is pulsing and throbbing as he works his thumb in with his fingers. Now, he's using my exposed nipple to rock me onto his hand...twisting and pulling that little sensitive piece of flesh as he stretches my pussy to accomodate his hand. All I can do is hold on to the back of the chair as I come over and over, tears running down my face. When he's satisfied that I've had enough -- for now -- he removes his hand an wipes my juices on my legs.
He helps me back into my pants, gives me that devious little smile, then gets up and resumes what he was doing.
All I can do is sit there and recover. That was just the day's appetizer...
Friday, September 3, 2010
Quickie...
30 minutes was all he had...
I said it tonight, and I'll say it again...I take what I can get...every time.
Just knowing I was going to have him had me so turned on my teeth were chattering and my pussy humming. We didn't waste a moment once we were alone.
"Strip, woman."
In no time, his mouth was on my nipple and he was pushing his hard cock into me. God, I love that feeling! So deep, so hard, so good. The urgency made it better though I didn't think that was possible. I came the first two times with his cock inside me...
He turns me around, pushes me forward and starts finger fucking my pussy. I want to feel his hand inside me and tell him so...he pushes harder and harder, stretching me and hurting me while I beg for more...and he makes me come again...and again...and again... I'm crying from the pain and the pleasure...unsure I can take any more...until he calls me his good little whore and I know I won't disappoint him. He has me pinned so that I can't escape the assault on my pussy. When I've come more than I think is possible, he pulls his hand out and moves me so that I'm bent over the bed. He's fucking me hard again, and I'm loving it. There is nothing I love more than his cock in any of my holes!
He literally fucks me with his cock and his hand until I collapse on the floor from the overwhelming pleasure and pain of it all. I crawl over to him and take his hard cock in my mouth. He tells me to suck him like a whore, and I do it exactly how he likes it. I've come so hard in such a short time that I can feel my pussy dripping onto the floor between my feet. Having his cock in my mouth makes me even wetter. I love hearing him talking to me, directing me...
He's close to coming. "Don't you dare swallow yet."
I take the head of his cock between my lips and feel his hot come explode onto my tongue. I love the feel and taste of him...and it makes me want more... I masturbate to the thought of his come in my mouth.
Abruptly, it's over...our time's up...I don't want him to go, but I know I don't have a choice. He smears a drop of come onto my breast with a twinkle in his eye. I smile, enjoy knowing it's there, and get dressed. Seeing his cock still hard makes me want to take him into my mouth again...but I can't tonight.
I walk to my car feeling my own come still running down my legs. I know how much I'm going to hurt tomorrow and smile thinking about it.
I said it tonight, and I'll say it again...I take what I can get...every time.
Just knowing I was going to have him had me so turned on my teeth were chattering and my pussy humming. We didn't waste a moment once we were alone.
"Strip, woman."
In no time, his mouth was on my nipple and he was pushing his hard cock into me. God, I love that feeling! So deep, so hard, so good. The urgency made it better though I didn't think that was possible. I came the first two times with his cock inside me...
He turns me around, pushes me forward and starts finger fucking my pussy. I want to feel his hand inside me and tell him so...he pushes harder and harder, stretching me and hurting me while I beg for more...and he makes me come again...and again...and again... I'm crying from the pain and the pleasure...unsure I can take any more...until he calls me his good little whore and I know I won't disappoint him. He has me pinned so that I can't escape the assault on my pussy. When I've come more than I think is possible, he pulls his hand out and moves me so that I'm bent over the bed. He's fucking me hard again, and I'm loving it. There is nothing I love more than his cock in any of my holes!
He literally fucks me with his cock and his hand until I collapse on the floor from the overwhelming pleasure and pain of it all. I crawl over to him and take his hard cock in my mouth. He tells me to suck him like a whore, and I do it exactly how he likes it. I've come so hard in such a short time that I can feel my pussy dripping onto the floor between my feet. Having his cock in my mouth makes me even wetter. I love hearing him talking to me, directing me...
He's close to coming. "Don't you dare swallow yet."
I take the head of his cock between my lips and feel his hot come explode onto my tongue. I love the feel and taste of him...and it makes me want more... I masturbate to the thought of his come in my mouth.
Abruptly, it's over...our time's up...I don't want him to go, but I know I don't have a choice. He smears a drop of come onto my breast with a twinkle in his eye. I smile, enjoy knowing it's there, and get dressed. Seeing his cock still hard makes me want to take him into my mouth again...but I can't tonight.
I walk to my car feeling my own come still running down my legs. I know how much I'm going to hurt tomorrow and smile thinking about it.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Possess me...
I want to sink deeper into your possession...feel you truly own me...
I want to give it all over to you...let you take me exactly how you imagine...
Yet you hold back and let the real world in...
Use me...hurt me...rule me...rape me...
When you can...
I want to give it all over to you...let you take me exactly how you imagine...
Yet you hold back and let the real world in...
Use me...hurt me...rule me...rape me...
When you can...
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Phase One is complete...
"Please" is not a safe word...begging doesn't make it stop...
I couldn't sit the next day...without thinking of Thirty's hands, mouth, and cock...and the pain and pleasure they gave me...
I lay in the bed he fucked me in, pussy throbbing and bruised, dreaming of feeling him inside of me again...tongue on my clit bringing orgasm after orgasm, teeth biting into the soft flesh of my lower lips while his fingers tugged roughly at my nipples...pain followed by orgasms...orgasms followed by pain...lines blurred and crossed...
Then it happened...after a year of "training" my pussy...I was finally able to take his whole hand all the way to the wrist. Feeling so full and stretched made each orgasm even better...the pain made me wince and whimper...and he loved it. He was proud of me, and I could feel it. The look in his eyes when he had me feel his hand in me made everything worth it. And I loved it.
I asked him how my pussy felt when his cock entered me after he removed his hand, and all he said was, "Perfect." Just the thought of that makes me smile...
"Phase One is complete."
He has big plans now that he knows I can take it...and I'm a little scared. Scared and excited and horny...he blows my mind...
"You're my whore. I own you."
Always.
I couldn't sit the next day...without thinking of Thirty's hands, mouth, and cock...and the pain and pleasure they gave me...
I lay in the bed he fucked me in, pussy throbbing and bruised, dreaming of feeling him inside of me again...tongue on my clit bringing orgasm after orgasm, teeth biting into the soft flesh of my lower lips while his fingers tugged roughly at my nipples...pain followed by orgasms...orgasms followed by pain...lines blurred and crossed...
Then it happened...after a year of "training" my pussy...I was finally able to take his whole hand all the way to the wrist. Feeling so full and stretched made each orgasm even better...the pain made me wince and whimper...and he loved it. He was proud of me, and I could feel it. The look in his eyes when he had me feel his hand in me made everything worth it. And I loved it.
I asked him how my pussy felt when his cock entered me after he removed his hand, and all he said was, "Perfect." Just the thought of that makes me smile...
"Phase One is complete."
He has big plans now that he knows I can take it...and I'm a little scared. Scared and excited and horny...he blows my mind...
"You're my whore. I own you."
Always.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Another first...
He made me beg for it...made me beg him to hurt me & humiliate me...for my pain and for both our pleasure...for another first together...
"No crying. You must continue to be sexy for me."
Yes. I'm trying.
Biting my lip...I'm trying so hard to not disappoint him...trying so hard to concentrate on my task through the pain...and then he offers my release with a smile on his face...
"I'll be replaying this one for a long time."
Me too.
"No crying. You must continue to be sexy for me."
Yes. I'm trying.
Biting my lip...I'm trying so hard to not disappoint him...trying so hard to concentrate on my task through the pain...and then he offers my release with a smile on his face...
"I'll be replaying this one for a long time."
Me too.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Stimulating
How can your presence draw so much out of me?
How can your voice reverberate deep inside my soul?
How can your touch calm me and craze me all at once?
You are
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
Intellectually
Electrically
Stimulating.
How can your voice reverberate deep inside my soul?
How can your touch calm me and craze me all at once?
You are
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
Intellectually
Electrically
Stimulating.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Here's what I'm thinking...
I just wasn't myself tonight, I know.
It has been three weeks...and I feel this tight coil in the pit of my stomach...a tightening of my sex...the desperate, half-crazed desire to have you hurt me and fill me until I no longer feel a part of this world...and I WANT TO COME. Not like I come when I play with my pussy and think of what you do to me. I want to come with earth-shattering-leg-shaking-pussy-clenching orgasms that only you can give me. And that's what I was thinking about while I was keeping to myself...
You brushed your hand against my ass casually...and my mind went to you throwing me up against the nearest tree, tearing my jeans off, and shoving your hard cock in me...if you want to know what I was really thinking about tonight.
You were so close...and I couldn't have you...YET.
So close that my nipples ache for you to squeeze them until I cry out...
So close that my pussy floods at the sound of your voice...
So close that my clit swells and begs for your touch...
I could go on and on...but those are the highlights of my thoughts this evening knowing I get to have you in less than 12 hours...
Then, and only then, will I feel like myself...satiated and fucked.
It has been three weeks...and I feel this tight coil in the pit of my stomach...a tightening of my sex...the desperate, half-crazed desire to have you hurt me and fill me until I no longer feel a part of this world...and I WANT TO COME. Not like I come when I play with my pussy and think of what you do to me. I want to come with earth-shattering-leg-shaking-pussy-clenching orgasms that only you can give me. And that's what I was thinking about while I was keeping to myself...
You brushed your hand against my ass casually...and my mind went to you throwing me up against the nearest tree, tearing my jeans off, and shoving your hard cock in me...if you want to know what I was really thinking about tonight.
You were so close...and I couldn't have you...YET.
So close that my nipples ache for you to squeeze them until I cry out...
So close that my pussy floods at the sound of your voice...
So close that my clit swells and begs for your touch...
I could go on and on...but those are the highlights of my thoughts this evening knowing I get to have you in less than 12 hours...
Then, and only then, will I feel like myself...satiated and fucked.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A strange place...
Presently, we're in a strange place. Somewhere between lack of communication and lack of alone time, we've gotten out of sync. One evening last week we realized the lack of communication and have vowed to work on that. Unfortunately, the lack of alone time is out of our control.
It isn't that we aren't spending time together...far from it! It is just we aren't alone for more than a few minutes if that. Being in his presence makes me crave his touch like nothing I've ever felt. Though he frustrates me more than any man I've ever met, I want him more than anyone I've ever known! And having him close enough to touch but knowing that's the one thing I can't do has my mind working overtime. I'm imagining all of these deviant scenes where he takes me with complete disregard (and to the delight of) everyone around.
I fantasize about him constantly...dominating me...using me...hurting me...raping me... I crave him when I can't have him and want has been surpassed by my physical need for him.
My pussy literally pulses at the sound of his voice.
I can feel every nerve along every inch of my skin when he brushes past me.
The weight of his stare makes me weak and vulnerable to the point that I have to look away or look down to hide the sheer lust in my eyes.
At times like this, all I can think is how much I want to please him...how desperately I want his mouth on mine...and how much I love him...
It isn't that we aren't spending time together...far from it! It is just we aren't alone for more than a few minutes if that. Being in his presence makes me crave his touch like nothing I've ever felt. Though he frustrates me more than any man I've ever met, I want him more than anyone I've ever known! And having him close enough to touch but knowing that's the one thing I can't do has my mind working overtime. I'm imagining all of these deviant scenes where he takes me with complete disregard (and to the delight of) everyone around.
I fantasize about him constantly...dominating me...using me...hurting me...raping me... I crave him when I can't have him and want has been surpassed by my physical need for him.
My pussy literally pulses at the sound of his voice.
I can feel every nerve along every inch of my skin when he brushes past me.
The weight of his stare makes me weak and vulnerable to the point that I have to look away or look down to hide the sheer lust in my eyes.
At times like this, all I can think is how much I want to please him...how desperately I want his mouth on mine...and how much I love him...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
He likes to hurt me
He likes to hurt me. I think he likes it as much as he likes to make me come. It's the whimper...the sexy little sound that escapes my lips as he forces himself on me. It always starts with the whimper...and ends with moans and screams. Pain as well as orgasms...they start and end the same...
I feel his cock stiffen with my touch. My hand wraps around his shaft as I guide him into my hot, waiting mouth. And I suck and tease and play until I feel the moisture sliding from my pussy. I can bring myself to orgasm without even a touch as long as his cock is in my mouth and I can feel his body responding.
"I think I could be inside you a little."
He says it so casually...as an afterthought almost... As he climbs on top, it doesn't take long for him to push deep inside of me. My body responds immediately as I grind into him, grasping for every inch. And I whimper...from the pleasure. He fucks me until I come then holds me as we lay quietly. I take him into my mouth again, loving the taste of the two of us combined.
But he isn't done with me yet.
"Lay on your stomach and spread your legs."
No lube, no preparation as he eases his cock into my ass. He takes his time at first, but I feel him harden as he strokes in and out of my tight hole. And I whimper...from the pain.
"Push back against me."
He wants me to help him hurt me...and I do as I'm told. I can feel my pussy stretched open with my legs spread wide while he's drving his hard cock into my ass over and over. The pain becomes pleasure and spreads from my core as my whimpers become screams...I come hard again.
"You know what you're supposed to do."
He pulls out of me, and we lay breathless. I need more of his closeness...more of him inside me...more of him.
He likes to hurt me, and I love him for it.
I feel his cock stiffen with my touch. My hand wraps around his shaft as I guide him into my hot, waiting mouth. And I suck and tease and play until I feel the moisture sliding from my pussy. I can bring myself to orgasm without even a touch as long as his cock is in my mouth and I can feel his body responding.
"I think I could be inside you a little."
He says it so casually...as an afterthought almost... As he climbs on top, it doesn't take long for him to push deep inside of me. My body responds immediately as I grind into him, grasping for every inch. And I whimper...from the pleasure. He fucks me until I come then holds me as we lay quietly. I take him into my mouth again, loving the taste of the two of us combined.
But he isn't done with me yet.
"Lay on your stomach and spread your legs."
No lube, no preparation as he eases his cock into my ass. He takes his time at first, but I feel him harden as he strokes in and out of my tight hole. And I whimper...from the pain.
"Push back against me."
He wants me to help him hurt me...and I do as I'm told. I can feel my pussy stretched open with my legs spread wide while he's drving his hard cock into my ass over and over. The pain becomes pleasure and spreads from my core as my whimpers become screams...I come hard again.
"You know what you're supposed to do."
He pulls out of me, and we lay breathless. I need more of his closeness...more of him inside me...more of him.
He likes to hurt me, and I love him for it.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Pleasing Him
Pleasing him makes me happy.
I love the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips when I've gotten it right...how he holds me and reassures me when I've taken more than I thought I could...
"Good girl."
I live to hear it...love to hear it...need to hear it...
He gives me strength by making me weak and fills my needs by taking what he wants. I miss his touch when we're apart and need to feel his power over me when we're alone. Never could I have imagined submission would feel so right...
I love the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips when I've gotten it right...how he holds me and reassures me when I've taken more than I thought I could...
"Good girl."
I live to hear it...love to hear it...need to hear it...
He gives me strength by making me weak and fills my needs by taking what he wants. I miss his touch when we're apart and need to feel his power over me when we're alone. Never could I have imagined submission would feel so right...
Monday, March 15, 2010
Fading
The bruises are fading. I always get sad at this stage...especially when I don't know for sure the next time I'll be alone with him. And, now, I'm dreaming up deviant fantasies for us...things I know he's going to enjoy...things I know he wants...
And I want to please him.
And I want to please him.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Ultimate Fantasy
We have unlimited time together with no set plans. I come into the room, and you lock the door behind me. Everything seems normal, but you have a new look in your eyes knowing that I am completely yours for longer than we've had before. Finally, we have a night with no limits...I'm yours to use and fuck and rape and mark however you see fit.
You put me on my knees, naked, at your feet...and make me wait. Anticipation is both scaring me and turning me on. I can tell you're planning your next move, and I want this as much as you do. You twist your left hand in my hair and pull my head back as you tell me that I belong to you and only you. I can see your hard cock straining against your zipper, and I lick my lips wanting to feel it slide between them. Without warning, you release my hair and slap my face with your right hand and tell me that I only get what you give me...and only when you want me to have it. Backing away, you tell me to get into Position 1. I know where I belong and head to the corner, feet shoulder width apart, arms on the walls. I hear you undress but don't dare turn around. You pick something up from the table nearby and I feel the air change as you approach me.
"Present your ass to me."
I present and hear the smack on my skin before I actually feel it. When you're done reddening my ass to your liking, you finger my pussy until I come between my tears. Whispering words of love, you take me in your arms and prepare me for what's next.
I'm laying on my back on the bed with you deep inside me, fucking me until I feel another orgasm building, my legs locked around yours. I come, and we rest. You slide your fingers down to my pussy and slowly work your hand into me while telling me what a whore I am...what a slut I am for taking so much, so deep. You know I love when you stretch my pussy then fuck me gently afterwards, and you push me past my limits once again.
The rest of our time you continue to surprise me with tests of my boundaries and all of the things you've imagined for me. I love the feel of your hands on my neck, your mouth over mine taking my breath, your cock buried deep in my mouth, pussy, and ass...
When we are done, I have marks across my ass, your handprints bruised into my breasts, bite marks all over my body, and your come dripping from my pussy. I have been stretched and used and raped and loved by you...and it's everything I want and need.
And I crave it over and over...
You put me on my knees, naked, at your feet...and make me wait. Anticipation is both scaring me and turning me on. I can tell you're planning your next move, and I want this as much as you do. You twist your left hand in my hair and pull my head back as you tell me that I belong to you and only you. I can see your hard cock straining against your zipper, and I lick my lips wanting to feel it slide between them. Without warning, you release my hair and slap my face with your right hand and tell me that I only get what you give me...and only when you want me to have it. Backing away, you tell me to get into Position 1. I know where I belong and head to the corner, feet shoulder width apart, arms on the walls. I hear you undress but don't dare turn around. You pick something up from the table nearby and I feel the air change as you approach me.
"Present your ass to me."
I present and hear the smack on my skin before I actually feel it. When you're done reddening my ass to your liking, you finger my pussy until I come between my tears. Whispering words of love, you take me in your arms and prepare me for what's next.
I'm laying on my back on the bed with you deep inside me, fucking me until I feel another orgasm building, my legs locked around yours. I come, and we rest. You slide your fingers down to my pussy and slowly work your hand into me while telling me what a whore I am...what a slut I am for taking so much, so deep. You know I love when you stretch my pussy then fuck me gently afterwards, and you push me past my limits once again.
The rest of our time you continue to surprise me with tests of my boundaries and all of the things you've imagined for me. I love the feel of your hands on my neck, your mouth over mine taking my breath, your cock buried deep in my mouth, pussy, and ass...
When we are done, I have marks across my ass, your handprints bruised into my breasts, bite marks all over my body, and your come dripping from my pussy. I have been stretched and used and raped and loved by you...and it's everything I want and need.
And I crave it over and over...
Friday, March 12, 2010
Yesterday and Today
Yesterday...he bit, twisted, squeezed, and sucked...bringing wave after wave of orgasm
Today...my nipples are raw, breasts bruised, pussy aching...remembering his need
Yesterday...he made love to me...he fucked me...he pushed me past my limits
Today...I ache for him...I enjoy the pain...I crave his loving instruction
Yesterday...I hurt
Today...I am healed
Today...my nipples are raw, breasts bruised, pussy aching...remembering his need
Yesterday...he made love to me...he fucked me...he pushed me past my limits
Today...I ache for him...I enjoy the pain...I crave his loving instruction
Yesterday...I hurt
Today...I am healed
Monday, March 1, 2010
Lunch
An unplanned visit at lunch made my day amazing...kissing, touching, sucking...and his fingers on my clit, in my pussy, makin me come again and again. I love his hands, his fingers, his creativity. I love the rush of limited time, the risk of getting caught, and the chance to see him and spend some quality time together.
But, I had to get back to work after the first few orgasms. He had other plans...
"You don't get to choose."
So, I didn't...and I came again.
Put myself together. Get ready to go.
Kiss, touch, breathe.
"30 more seconds."
My pants were off again, fingers wet and deep, finding my clit, bringing me to orgasm a fourth and fifth time.
I tremble, scream, whimper, come.
But, I had to get back to work after the first few orgasms. He had other plans...
"You don't get to choose."
So, I didn't...and I came again.
Put myself together. Get ready to go.
Kiss, touch, breathe.
"30 more seconds."
My pants were off again, fingers wet and deep, finding my clit, bringing me to orgasm a fourth and fifth time.
I tremble, scream, whimper, come.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Craving
I'm craving him tonight...more than usual. Want has become need.
I need to feel him inside me.
I need to feel his power over me.
I need to feel him taking my breath.
I need to submit...and hurt...and come.
I need assignments...I need tasks...I need him.
I need to feel him inside me.
I need to feel his power over me.
I need to feel him taking my breath.
I need to submit...and hurt...and come.
I need assignments...I need tasks...I need him.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Surprise
You got me a surprise this time...my very own college boy fuck toy to entertain and send away. True to form, you were my protector...my director...my inspiration. His cock in my mouth, my eyes locked with yours, my pussy aching for you to provide my release.
He was sweet and eager. You told him what I like and how to touch me and he asked permission each time. You told him to come on my face and he impressed both of us. You have pictures to prove it. :) Then, he was gone and you reclaimed every inch of me that you provided for him to use.
My left nipple that had been in his hot mouth made yours again with a sharp bite and twist...ecstasy.
My right nipple that he had teased with his fingers now gently sucked and licked by your beautiful mouth...chills.
My hot pussy made wetter from giving you a show slapped and fucked until you had me crying out my devotion and love for you. Orgasm after orgasm ripped from my body by your expert fingers, mouth, and cock.
"I love you. I love sharing with you. I want to fuck you the rest of my life."
I belong only to you. Always. I love you.
He was sweet and eager. You told him what I like and how to touch me and he asked permission each time. You told him to come on my face and he impressed both of us. You have pictures to prove it. :) Then, he was gone and you reclaimed every inch of me that you provided for him to use.
My left nipple that had been in his hot mouth made yours again with a sharp bite and twist...ecstasy.
My right nipple that he had teased with his fingers now gently sucked and licked by your beautiful mouth...chills.
My hot pussy made wetter from giving you a show slapped and fucked until you had me crying out my devotion and love for you. Orgasm after orgasm ripped from my body by your expert fingers, mouth, and cock.
"I love you. I love sharing with you. I want to fuck you the rest of my life."
I belong only to you. Always. I love you.
Ouch
it hurt and you scared me.
"good. now, you'll remember what you are required to do."
yes. i will.
"let's try this again."
i don't forget.
"good girl. i need a better punishment though...all i want to do is kiss it and make it better."
your tongue is hot on my clit while your fingers find my trigger deep inside.
i come for you...over and over.
my pussy pulses with the memory...sweet and satisfying...
"good. now, you'll remember what you are required to do."
yes. i will.
"let's try this again."
i don't forget.
"good girl. i need a better punishment though...all i want to do is kiss it and make it better."
your tongue is hot on my clit while your fingers find my trigger deep inside.
i come for you...over and over.
my pussy pulses with the memory...sweet and satisfying...
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Overwhelmed
There are so many experiences with Thirty that I want to share here...and so much more sharing that I want to experience with him... We reach a new level every time we are together, but I don't know if it is possible to surpass our most recent day.
There are no words to describe the level of intimacy I continue to experience with him. In all my life I have never felt that close to another soul...never known that deep of a connection...never truly felt as one...until him. He gives me freedom while taking away my choice.
Our bodies fit perfectly.
Our minds meet on a level I don't even understand.
He hurts me...I thank him.
He makes me come...I beg for more.
He pushes my limits and challenges my boundaries...I obey through my fear.
From the top of my head to the literal tips of my toes I am fulfilled, worshipped, and loved. The sound of his voice and just the thought of his touch makes my body respond as much as it does when he's inside me. I tremble from the electricity between us...from the energy he gives...and mostly from the strength of the emotions we share.
I want to make him as happy as he makes me.
I want to give him as much as he gives me.
Most importantly, I want to love him as much as he loves me.
There are no words to describe the level of intimacy I continue to experience with him. In all my life I have never felt that close to another soul...never known that deep of a connection...never truly felt as one...until him. He gives me freedom while taking away my choice.
Our bodies fit perfectly.
Our minds meet on a level I don't even understand.
He hurts me...I thank him.
He makes me come...I beg for more.
He pushes my limits and challenges my boundaries...I obey through my fear.
From the top of my head to the literal tips of my toes I am fulfilled, worshipped, and loved. The sound of his voice and just the thought of his touch makes my body respond as much as it does when he's inside me. I tremble from the electricity between us...from the energy he gives...and mostly from the strength of the emotions we share.
I want to make him as happy as he makes me.
I want to give him as much as he gives me.
Most importantly, I want to love him as much as he loves me.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Untitled
He makes time stand still
Responsibilities lose significance
The mundane becomes erotic
All that exists is a breath, a word, a whimper
He embodies sex and sensuality
Power radiates from his being
Lust smolders in his eyes
He draws me into deviant depths
Bodies mold into one flesh
Mouths seal with moist heat
Marks are left on the physical
Memories brand the soul
His love is tangible
Intimacy unsurpassed
The void is filled
I am no longer incomplete
Responsibilities lose significance
The mundane becomes erotic
All that exists is a breath, a word, a whimper
He embodies sex and sensuality
Power radiates from his being
Lust smolders in his eyes
He draws me into deviant depths
Bodies mold into one flesh
Mouths seal with moist heat
Marks are left on the physical
Memories brand the soul
His love is tangible
Intimacy unsurpassed
The void is filled
I am no longer incomplete
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The words I can't ignore...
"You belong to me."
Always.
"I'm going to use you..."
Yes.
"...and hurt you..."
Please.
"...and rape you..."
Yesssssssssssssssss.
"...lovingly..."
Always.
"I'm going to use you..."
Yes.
"...and hurt you..."
Please.
"...and rape you..."
Yesssssssssssssssss.
"...lovingly..."
Sunday, January 24, 2010
A new game...
his fingers probe my flesh
his words penetrate my mind
my pussy is soaked from his exploration
i give in to the heat spreading from my core
"no...you can't come yet"
i panic momentarily...he's never denied me this
fearing he'll pull away, i fight my release
this is excruciating
his fingers continue sliding over my swollen clit
his mouth hard on mine, exhibiting his control
he tells me to say please, to ask for my orgasm
and i beg
please?
please may i come?
seconds seem like hours before he gives me permission
i'm spent before i begin but i come over and over
thanking him
thanking him for taking away my choice
thanking him for allowing me this pleasure
my knees go weak
he catches me, kisses me, and smiles
he knows he owns me
his words penetrate my mind
my pussy is soaked from his exploration
i give in to the heat spreading from my core
"no...you can't come yet"
i panic momentarily...he's never denied me this
fearing he'll pull away, i fight my release
this is excruciating
his fingers continue sliding over my swollen clit
his mouth hard on mine, exhibiting his control
he tells me to say please, to ask for my orgasm
and i beg
please?
please may i come?
seconds seem like hours before he gives me permission
i'm spent before i begin but i come over and over
thanking him
thanking him for taking away my choice
thanking him for allowing me this pleasure
my knees go weak
he catches me, kisses me, and smiles
he knows he owns me
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Ownership
My first assignment is to write for Thirty how I view his ownership of me, when it occurred, and what I expect from it/him. Honestly, outside of sex, ownership just feels like I'm talking about a car or something...and I definitely don't feel owned in that sense. Possession is a better word...a sexier word. When I'm with him, I feel less owned and more possessed. Do they mean the same thing? Generally, yes.
From Pat Conroy's novel South of Broad: We kissed some more, and when I pulled back, I could feel the loosening and the possession take place.
I relate to those words. I felt it the first night we spent together...I know the moment it occurred. As if a fog lifted, my head and heart opened and I felt peace for the first time in my life. I felt my soul surrender and submit to him...in my bed, his mouth on mine, his hands around my neck...and I haven't questioned it once.
How does he own me then? I am addicted to the way he makes me feel...not just the orgasms. I feel completely safe with him...no fear. I am able to fully allow him to take me out of my comfort zone because I trust him infinitely when our bodies are together, breathing as one. He makes me face my insecurities and self-consciousness, and I don't resent him for it. I'm feeling everything and nothing and it thrills and terrifies me. When he hurts me, the pain is good. As it eases into pleasure, it is even better...like a warmth washing over me...leading to a climax that takes my breath away and pulls me deeper into his possession. I am his to mold as he will.
What do I expect? Safety...protection...openness...trust...affection...instruction...love. And as much of his time as I am allowed...
From Pat Conroy's novel South of Broad: We kissed some more, and when I pulled back, I could feel the loosening and the possession take place.
I relate to those words. I felt it the first night we spent together...I know the moment it occurred. As if a fog lifted, my head and heart opened and I felt peace for the first time in my life. I felt my soul surrender and submit to him...in my bed, his mouth on mine, his hands around my neck...and I haven't questioned it once.
How does he own me then? I am addicted to the way he makes me feel...not just the orgasms. I feel completely safe with him...no fear. I am able to fully allow him to take me out of my comfort zone because I trust him infinitely when our bodies are together, breathing as one. He makes me face my insecurities and self-consciousness, and I don't resent him for it. I'm feeling everything and nothing and it thrills and terrifies me. When he hurts me, the pain is good. As it eases into pleasure, it is even better...like a warmth washing over me...leading to a climax that takes my breath away and pulls me deeper into his possession. I am his to mold as he will.
What do I expect? Safety...protection...openness...trust...affection...instruction...love. And as much of his time as I am allowed...
I will overcome...
Thirty made a comment the other day how he enjoys that we make an effort to turn our fantasies into realities...no matter how deviant they may seem. Recently, I reread a journal entry where I described my "ultimate fantasy." It was written just days after our first night together, and we have since made it a reality on multiple occasions...leading me to wonder what my "ultimate fantasy" could be now. Every time I have described dirty little masturbatory scenarios, he makes them happen. I hope I am able to continue to do the same for him. I do my best...and I feel we have definitely made great progress...
Then, I get nervous. I trust him...I know he won't allow anything unsafe...but this is still so new that I hold back. We have a number of ideas in the works. Very hot ideas. And he has his own ideas... My second assignment was to address my fears and what I/we will do to overcome them. I'm not sure if "fear" is the right word for what we're dealing with though. Hesitations? Yes. Apprehension? Yes. Fear? Not so much.
The root of my issues is directly related to my logical side...my rational side...my very NON-submissive side...and then there's the "real" life BS that we have to consider when trying to get time together. So, I resist...and I crave... I fight what he wants while fantasizing about those very things! Yet I continue to try to accept it all knowing that it will just intensify this thing between us. Every line we cross together...every taboo act we perform...every deviant fantasy we turn into a reality...makes it all that much better. And sometimes it is more than I can handle.
So, what will I do? I will follow his lead and accept the role he assigns me. I will take pleasure from pleasing him. I will be open and trusting and believe that he has our best interests in mind. And I will submit...because I want to surrender my whole self to him...because I know he will accept everything I give him graciously and return it in kind.
Then, I get nervous. I trust him...I know he won't allow anything unsafe...but this is still so new that I hold back. We have a number of ideas in the works. Very hot ideas. And he has his own ideas... My second assignment was to address my fears and what I/we will do to overcome them. I'm not sure if "fear" is the right word for what we're dealing with though. Hesitations? Yes. Apprehension? Yes. Fear? Not so much.
The root of my issues is directly related to my logical side...my rational side...my very NON-submissive side...and then there's the "real" life BS that we have to consider when trying to get time together. So, I resist...and I crave... I fight what he wants while fantasizing about those very things! Yet I continue to try to accept it all knowing that it will just intensify this thing between us. Every line we cross together...every taboo act we perform...every deviant fantasy we turn into a reality...makes it all that much better. And sometimes it is more than I can handle.
So, what will I do? I will follow his lead and accept the role he assigns me. I will take pleasure from pleasing him. I will be open and trusting and believe that he has our best interests in mind. And I will submit...because I want to surrender my whole self to him...because I know he will accept everything I give him graciously and return it in kind.
Slut
Slut.
My name is Slut.
Nothing more. Just plain, generic Slut.
But, I’m HIS Whore…HIS Kitten…HIS…and that makes me happy…
My name is Slut.
Nothing more. Just plain, generic Slut.
But, I’m HIS Whore…HIS Kitten…HIS…and that makes me happy…
Friday, January 22, 2010
Assignments
Beyond creating this blog, Thirty gave me "assignments" yesterday...and now my brain is blocked...damn. I am to create two written pieces as gifts to him, a sort of token of our relationship. We can't truly have all of each other due to our other lives, so my words are to be a sort of bind. And I don't want to let him down.
Just his mention of "training" and "assignments" made me feel that much closer to him...that what we have means enough to him to want to make it publicly accessible...and to have something more tangible. Damn the mental block!
The first writing is my take on submitting to him...his ownership of me and, more specifically, what I expect from it and him. The second is a plan for overcoming my fears of some of the activities he would enjoy...though we inadvertently visited one of those yesterday. All of this with a timeline that was shortened as the conversation got deeper. He doesn't want me to take weeks to complete my task, so now I'm worried that the mental block is going to drag this out. Again...damn!
Help!
Just his mention of "training" and "assignments" made me feel that much closer to him...that what we have means enough to him to want to make it publicly accessible...and to have something more tangible. Damn the mental block!
The first writing is my take on submitting to him...his ownership of me and, more specifically, what I expect from it and him. The second is a plan for overcoming my fears of some of the activities he would enjoy...though we inadvertently visited one of those yesterday. All of this with a timeline that was shortened as the conversation got deeper. He doesn't want me to take weeks to complete my task, so now I'm worried that the mental block is going to drag this out. Again...damn!
Help!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Intensity
He has taken me in so many ways, so many times. This visit he stood behind me, the two of us facing the bathroom mirror, and made me come over and over with just his fingers…making me beg for more. I came until I could stand no longer, and he followed me to the floor drawing out orgasm after orgasm.
Now, we’re in the bathroom and he has me bent over the counter fucking my pussy hard with his fingers. I’m coming again and begging for his cock. I love this part…love watching his reflection as he contemplates his next move… He’s caressing my back, my ass, down to my wet, swollen pussy lips. My head is resting on my forearms enjoying the peace I get from his touch.
Without warning…THWACK!!! The backside of my hairbrush lands suddenly and solidly on my ass! I draw in a sharp breath, totally focused on the growing heat, when another blow falls on the opposite side. I look up quickly to see that devilish little smile on his face…the one that goes all the way up to his eyes, dark and unreadable. A few more blows, followed by him dragging the hard bristles through my pubic hair and along my pussy lips. I am so wet and want him even more.
He penetrates me with the silicone brush handle and proceeds to fuck me with it until I’m coming again. “You like that, don’t you?” Do I actually say “yes” aloud, or is it just another word swimming in my head? The handle slides out of my wet pussy and I hear the brush back coming into contact with my bare ass again. I can’t feel anything but the aftershocks of my orgasms though I know I’m going to hurt tomorrow. He likes what he sees…the redness, the welts. He has me walk ahead of him into the living room so he can appreciate his handiwork. I love feeling his eyes on me…love knowing he’s marked me…
Then, he holds me in his lap while we talk. Our nights always seem to be full of these contradictions, but this night is far from over.
Later, I am kneeling in The Chair with my hands on the seatback. He’s caressing my back again, hands travelling lower. I feel his fingers penetrate my ass slowly, carefully. It still hurts…it has been awhile since we’ve done this. His fingers slide out and he starts to push the head of his swollen cock in my tight hole. I grip the chair, lower my head, make little noises, but know better than to resist. I want this, too.
He’s fully, deeply inside me now and starts to fuck me slowly. I hate the moment when I start enjoying this; I feel so slutty. I beg him to call me a whore, and he doesn’t disappoint. The more his words demean, the harder he thrusts his cock in my ass, and the closer I get to coming. I’m screaming and moaning now. I feel my juices sliding out of my pussy and running down my legs as my orgasm builds. The rest of this orgasm is a blur due to its intensity. I recall him turning me around and letting me sit down…his face is out of focus as I try to find his eyes.
“Let me get you some water,” he says. “That was brutal.” But, he’s smiling…
Now, we’re in the bathroom and he has me bent over the counter fucking my pussy hard with his fingers. I’m coming again and begging for his cock. I love this part…love watching his reflection as he contemplates his next move… He’s caressing my back, my ass, down to my wet, swollen pussy lips. My head is resting on my forearms enjoying the peace I get from his touch.
Without warning…THWACK!!! The backside of my hairbrush lands suddenly and solidly on my ass! I draw in a sharp breath, totally focused on the growing heat, when another blow falls on the opposite side. I look up quickly to see that devilish little smile on his face…the one that goes all the way up to his eyes, dark and unreadable. A few more blows, followed by him dragging the hard bristles through my pubic hair and along my pussy lips. I am so wet and want him even more.
He penetrates me with the silicone brush handle and proceeds to fuck me with it until I’m coming again. “You like that, don’t you?” Do I actually say “yes” aloud, or is it just another word swimming in my head? The handle slides out of my wet pussy and I hear the brush back coming into contact with my bare ass again. I can’t feel anything but the aftershocks of my orgasms though I know I’m going to hurt tomorrow. He likes what he sees…the redness, the welts. He has me walk ahead of him into the living room so he can appreciate his handiwork. I love feeling his eyes on me…love knowing he’s marked me…
Then, he holds me in his lap while we talk. Our nights always seem to be full of these contradictions, but this night is far from over.
Later, I am kneeling in The Chair with my hands on the seatback. He’s caressing my back again, hands travelling lower. I feel his fingers penetrate my ass slowly, carefully. It still hurts…it has been awhile since we’ve done this. His fingers slide out and he starts to push the head of his swollen cock in my tight hole. I grip the chair, lower my head, make little noises, but know better than to resist. I want this, too.
He’s fully, deeply inside me now and starts to fuck me slowly. I hate the moment when I start enjoying this; I feel so slutty. I beg him to call me a whore, and he doesn’t disappoint. The more his words demean, the harder he thrusts his cock in my ass, and the closer I get to coming. I’m screaming and moaning now. I feel my juices sliding out of my pussy and running down my legs as my orgasm builds. The rest of this orgasm is a blur due to its intensity. I recall him turning me around and letting me sit down…his face is out of focus as I try to find his eyes.
“Let me get you some water,” he says. “That was brutal.” But, he’s smiling…
New and Scared
This is my first blog. I am full of terror and relief to put myself out there like this...to open up my mind and heart for others to read... After lurking on a number of blogs, I've decided, with the encouragement of the man to whom I surrender myself, to find a way to express myself here.
I look forward to receiving feedback from others who happen to read my thoughts... Many thanks to all who visit!
I look forward to receiving feedback from others who happen to read my thoughts... Many thanks to all who visit!
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