Subspace...I read about it...I understand the concept. However, I've never fully believed I have been there...until today.
In the middle of what can only be described as a leisurely afternoon blow job and cock stroking, Thirty says, "I need to pee."
Ummm...ok.
He gets up and says with a smirk, "Come on."
Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"Shirt and bra off."
I remove everything...I know where this is going.
"Kneel in the bathtub."
I obey, but I'm nervous. And, I'm smiling nervously. I feel a little silly from all the smiling.
"Suck me."
The blow job continues...I'm so turned on...and a little chilly in the cold bathtub...
"Enough."
And he starts to piss on me...first a few drops, then a full hot stream...I close my eyes.
"Open your mouth."
My eyes fly open as I look at him questioningly. Really? I hesitate. He strokes my hair.
"Do it."
I open my mouth. He pisses over my stomach and breasts, across my shoulders, up my neck, onto my face...into my open mouth, across my tightly shut eyes, into my hair...
I sputter and cough, letting piss and spit spill down my chin and drip onto my breasts. I peek through dampened lashes at him...he's smiling, of course.
All of a sudden, I close my eyes again and relax. The hot stream continues across my chest and shoulders. The feeling is almost peaceful...enveloping...and I actually think the word "subspace" because this is the point where I would do anything he asked.
Then, it's over.
"Clean me up."
He's smiling at my disheveled, piss-covered appearance while I suck his cock. I can feel that he enjoys what he sees, and I take him deeper.
"Your turn to clean up."
I rinse myself in the shower and return to find him laying across the bed, stroking his cock. I explore his mouth and tongue as he masturbates himself to orgasm, allowing me to drink my fill of his come.
I love when he "feeds" me.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Enjoyed...
"I'm not going to hurt you today."
Okay. He's fucking me slowly as he speaks, and I'm staring into his eyes...wondering what he means...
"There are days that I will hurt you, but today I just want to enjoy you."
I can only nod. It has never been like this with him before now...
He fucks me gently
kisses me lightly
breathes my breath
holds my gaze
I feel completely consumed and entirely possessed. Tears escape my eyes as I come from the shear intensity of this experience.
My breathing is ragged
my heart pounding
my body wrapped in his arms
my hair twisted in his hands
I hold my breath as I feel his cock harden and his body tense.
I come again quietly, feeling every pulse as he comes deep inside me.
Exhale.
Okay. He's fucking me slowly as he speaks, and I'm staring into his eyes...wondering what he means...
"There are days that I will hurt you, but today I just want to enjoy you."
I can only nod. It has never been like this with him before now...
He fucks me gently
kisses me lightly
breathes my breath
holds my gaze
I feel completely consumed and entirely possessed. Tears escape my eyes as I come from the shear intensity of this experience.
My breathing is ragged
my heart pounding
my body wrapped in his arms
my hair twisted in his hands
I hold my breath as I feel his cock harden and his body tense.
I come again quietly, feeling every pulse as he comes deep inside me.
Exhale.
I hope the neighbors don't hear...
Our day has been spent outdoors. As we emerge from the shade of the trees to our waiting car, I feel the sexual tension as heavy as the humidity in the air. Without warning, I am pushed against the hot car as he roughly pulls my cutoff jeans shorts down. With one forearm across my shoulders, he begins caressing my ass with his free hand. He doesn't speak, and I know I'm expected to keep quiet. The first slap on my ass is sudden and causes me to gasp.
"Mmmm..." I can actually FEEL him smiling his approval.
More caressing...followed by another slap on the other cheek. I press my face and arms harder into the hot car while his fingers begin to explore deep between my legs. I know I'm wet. As soon as he touched me, I felt the wetness forming. God he turns me on!
Then, we hear a car. Dammit. He stops abruptly and walks towards the driver's seat, leaving me to correct my disheveled appearance. As I get in the passenger's side, he tells me to slide my shorts to my ankles. He makes me come 3 times on the way to his house. As we pull into the driveway, he offers his pussy-soaked hand to me to clean though I'm already bordering on incoherence from the intensity of the orgasms.
He's out of the car now, busying himself with his gear in the trunk. I actually think we're done for the day and have pulled my shorts back on and am preparing to help him out. Before I even realize what's happening, I'm turned quickly and pushed face down into the trunk. His hand is between my legs, rubbing the rough denim against my hypersensitive clit until I'm pushing back against him, begging to be fucked.
"Don't move."
Okay. I hold my breath.
I feel the blade as he trails it up my inner thigh. Chills run down my spine and my knees get weak. He pulls the fabric away from my pussy just enough to insert the blade and cut the seam of my shorts in two. When I am fully exposed to him, he slides the blade gently along my slit then presses the flat side against me. I fucking love that feeling!
The knife is discarded as he shoves his cock into my soaked pussy. It's all a blur now as he fucks me so hard I can feel my feet leaving the ground. When I have come more than I thought possible, he pulls his cock from me, turns me around so I'm sitting on the trunk edge, then pulls my legs up and starts fucking me again. He hasn't been this rough in so long, and I'm loving every minute.
When he replaces his cock with his fingers, the look in his eyes is completely primal. Fuck! I can feel my heartrate increase...I know he wants to hurt me. More fingers are inserted into my well-used cunt until he's fisting me. It hurts so fucking bad, but I hold his gaze and feel myself give everything to him.
My final orgasm builds as he stretches my pussy to its limits. His tongue is roughly exploring my mouth as I cling to him.
"You're my whore."
yessssssssss...
"You wanna come, don't you, whore?"
yessssssssss...
"Beg for it. Beg me to make you come with my fist in your pussy."
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssssssse make me come.
"Tell me you love it."
Ohhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooooddddddddd...I fucking looooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvveeee it!!!
"Come NOW!"
The orgasm crashes over me so hard that I scream and black out for a minute. As I come to, he's kissing me lightly and smiling that smile of his that makes my pussy tingle. He wipes his hand on my leg, pulls me up, and leads me into the house.
"My turn..."
"Mmmm..." I can actually FEEL him smiling his approval.
More caressing...followed by another slap on the other cheek. I press my face and arms harder into the hot car while his fingers begin to explore deep between my legs. I know I'm wet. As soon as he touched me, I felt the wetness forming. God he turns me on!
Then, we hear a car. Dammit. He stops abruptly and walks towards the driver's seat, leaving me to correct my disheveled appearance. As I get in the passenger's side, he tells me to slide my shorts to my ankles. He makes me come 3 times on the way to his house. As we pull into the driveway, he offers his pussy-soaked hand to me to clean though I'm already bordering on incoherence from the intensity of the orgasms.
He's out of the car now, busying himself with his gear in the trunk. I actually think we're done for the day and have pulled my shorts back on and am preparing to help him out. Before I even realize what's happening, I'm turned quickly and pushed face down into the trunk. His hand is between my legs, rubbing the rough denim against my hypersensitive clit until I'm pushing back against him, begging to be fucked.
"Don't move."
Okay. I hold my breath.
I feel the blade as he trails it up my inner thigh. Chills run down my spine and my knees get weak. He pulls the fabric away from my pussy just enough to insert the blade and cut the seam of my shorts in two. When I am fully exposed to him, he slides the blade gently along my slit then presses the flat side against me. I fucking love that feeling!
The knife is discarded as he shoves his cock into my soaked pussy. It's all a blur now as he fucks me so hard I can feel my feet leaving the ground. When I have come more than I thought possible, he pulls his cock from me, turns me around so I'm sitting on the trunk edge, then pulls my legs up and starts fucking me again. He hasn't been this rough in so long, and I'm loving every minute.
When he replaces his cock with his fingers, the look in his eyes is completely primal. Fuck! I can feel my heartrate increase...I know he wants to hurt me. More fingers are inserted into my well-used cunt until he's fisting me. It hurts so fucking bad, but I hold his gaze and feel myself give everything to him.
My final orgasm builds as he stretches my pussy to its limits. His tongue is roughly exploring my mouth as I cling to him.
"You're my whore."
yessssssssss...
"You wanna come, don't you, whore?"
yessssssssss...
"Beg for it. Beg me to make you come with my fist in your pussy."
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssssssse make me come.
"Tell me you love it."
Ohhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooooddddddddd...I fucking looooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvveeee it!!!
"Come NOW!"
The orgasm crashes over me so hard that I scream and black out for a minute. As I come to, he's kissing me lightly and smiling that smile of his that makes my pussy tingle. He wipes his hand on my leg, pulls me up, and leads me into the house.
"My turn..."
Update
I think about this blog...every time he fucks me...every time he makes me come...I think about it.
I think of the stories he creates...when he uses me...when he enjoys me...I really do think about it.
Then, I forget...because he's fucking me again...because he's claiming me again...and then I think about it...again.
So, with a few stolen moments, I hope to get words on the screen...to relive his hands on my skin and his cock inside me...again.
Enjoy.
I think of the stories he creates...when he uses me...when he enjoys me...I really do think about it.
Then, I forget...because he's fucking me again...because he's claiming me again...and then I think about it...again.
So, with a few stolen moments, I hope to get words on the screen...to relive his hands on my skin and his cock inside me...again.
Enjoy.
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.
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