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.
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
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.
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, 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.
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..."
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...
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