Just a Girl

Winter Break

2011-12-29T10:21:00.002-05:00

I lay in bed feeling his hands on my bare skin. I am alert to the feel of his rough hands on my sleep warmed flesh I feel a sense of not being in my body and drift with it back to my dreamy slumber. I drift aimlessly into sleep hearing his breathing lulling me back to him. His fingers chastely skim my hip and he breathes very softly in my ear words that barely float into my conciseness. "princess you are so soft and beautiful.... Your skin feels like baby skin... I want to keep you in my arms like this forever... You make me want you all the time...I can never have enough of you..."

His words float over me and coat me in a warm glaze of warmth and comfort. He nuzzles closer pressing his hips into me.I feel his hardness strong and solid against my buttox. But he only holds me. He doesn't thrust his manhood against me the way a younger man would. He is a patient lover. He has nowhere to be, and is in no hurry to get anywhere.My Man is content to hold me in semi-slumber cooing sweetness to me in the dark gray light of winter twilight.

His hands wander over my blood-warm skin as I float back to oblivion. I image I am in a golden field and he is the God of the harvest. He will cherish and use me as He wants. His fingers press harder into my flesh kneading and grabbing my hips breasts and belly. He rolls me onto my back and urges my hips up toward to him. "Look at me baby. I need to see you want me, angel "

I open my eyes and smile up at him. The light has turned gray and the air between us feels cold. "Ooh god baby. I need you. Let me into you." I part my legs obediently and again I am taken away from myself. He demands this of me. Always, I give him all of myself. "look at me" His raspy whisper implores.

I look at him deep into his eyes. My consciousness a pinpoint focused on him. He moves into me and I gasp. Crying out, calling for him. He lowers his mouth quenching my cries with his hungry lips holding me entranced. Moving as one sinuous, undulating body we rock together slowly, slowly until his need and my response is one. We are one needy, lusty body quaking together into our joined eruption. Holding me delicately on the precipice of petite morte I beg. Looking deeply into his slate grey eyes I tell him everything in my heart. "I love you so much. You own me heart and soul. I belong to you, only you. I want you. I need you, please, I need to feel you please please. Daddy, please can I cum? oh god a mighty please??????"

"Yes princess, give me all of you". I feel myself turning inside out. My heart, my entire soul, floods forth from my loins. Every bit of myself I give to him as he reflects my passion and gives it back to me spurting deep inside of me. I gasp, choking sobs, as tears flood down my face. I quiver laying spent in his arms. He grips me to himself as he rolls off of me. He looks at me smiling weakly, "baby I need you again but I can't. Do you see what you do to me?? You make me crazy, I love you so much."

I sob with the last of my aftershocks and snuggle deeper into his arms. I am his. He needs me, he loves me. I am whole.

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2011-12-15T17:52:00.000-05:00

Separate Lives

2011-06-11T20:52:00.000-04:00

As I am sure you all know by now, I'm the real deal. I live the D/s lifestyle full time. I own a business and I live in a very vanilla world in a very vanilla neighborhood and have very vanilla friends. I am the fudge ripple in the vanilla world I live in. Now imagine hiding the luscious fudgy delicious center in a shell of bland white vanilla cream. It is impossible. As much as i try, my worlds collide from time to time.

I am a whore for a living. I don't sell sex but I sell items that for the most part have no function other than aesthetic. My world is filled with ladies with white hair, white skin, that weigh nothing, and eat bland white foods of straw and grass. They do not know about my delicious sensual fudgie center, they cannot relate with my world. Perhaps their husbands can, but these white ladies don't. My worlds cannot collide. But at times my fudgy center leaks through the vanilla crust and I am outed.

I'm a designer, and this season my designs are more violent and darker than they ever have been. I first showed my designs to my agent, she said "belle, this is so dark, it's not your style, i am not sure how it will fly." I said, "This is who i am, this is what i look like inside, see what sells"

My agent shrugged and did her job. A few days later she called. "Belle, i'm not sure what the story is, but we have had more sales than we ever have before, how did you know what to make?"

How was i to answer that? I mean i was on the spot, she was looking for the story behind bloody bullets and locks and chains.

This is high fashion, this is department stores on 5th avenue. This isn't bondage websites. So I said, "this is just what i was feeling this season." Should i have outed myself? My love of being spanked and used and controlled. How i find it sexy for a woman to look like she is owned and used and property. That silver chains wrapped around a woman is such a turn on that i could cum at the thought?

If you are at your local Neiman Marcus or Macy's and see necklaces called Cat-O-Six tails? Stiff collars and lots of leather.

You will know, the person that designed those isn't just your typical vanilla designer on 6th avenue. It's a kinky dirty girly who calls her Man, Daddy and likes to be spanked when she is naughty.

Perhaps the markets are changing and even the vanilla white ladies are all starting to show our fudgy centers?

Do It For Daddy

2011-05-28T21:57:00.001-04:00

I know why i am a submissive, and i know why i let myself be used and taken and controlled by the Man i love. I let my Man tell me what to do, how to do it, what to say, and i enjoy it. He tells me "say it" because he wants to have that control over me, He wants to know that i will SAY IT whatever IT is he wants to hear. I wear His collar, around my neck and in my heart and on the fourth finger of my left hand. But those aren't the only reasons. He takes the power from me because i want Him to, i give it to Him, because it frees me.

I'm a very strong woman, i live a double life in fact. I'm the kind of girl that doesn't take shit. I do what i want, when i want. I earn my own money and I'm a full supporter of our household. I own my own company and boss other people around all day. I take responsibility for the mishaps and the fuck-ups of my employees and suck customers dicks all day. (Metaphorically, however, i would like my work so much more if i could actually suck cock all day.)

So when i get home at night, and i get the kids out of the way, all i want to do is have my strong Man tell me, "You know what I want. Say you want My cum all over your face" I look up at Him, He is taunting me, seeing if i will obey or respond with sass. He drawls, "Just do what you are told, do it for Daddy" He knows what He wants of me, He knows how i will react to it. He knows what i need and how to give it to me. He knows how to make me let go of my day, let go of all of the stress of life, of being a mother, of being a wife. "Do it for Daddy, tell Daddy, what I want to hear, princess, give Daddy everything."

I give it all to Daddy. He asks me to put my hair in pony tails, and put on a little short dress. I do that for Him. He purrs softly into my ear while kissing my neck "on your knees baby, i want to hear you beg for Daddy." I sink to my knees, He stands in front of me. My knees sink into the plush of the carpet when I give him the words, the naughty slutty words he loves to hear me say. I coo up at Him, "Daddy, can i touch your cock? I wanna touch your boner, i want to lick and suck your cock and feel your balls."

I have the face of an angel. I look up at him, my eyes big, dark and round. My pony tails swing by ears. He opens his fly and takes out his semi hard cock. He grips my pony tails, one in each hand and smiles down at me, "that's a good girl, tell Daddy"

I make a sweet pouty face and grin like a naughty school girl, "Daddy, i wanna have your boner on my lips. Daddy i wanna make you cum with my mouth. I know it's naughty Daddy, but i wanna taste the cum. I want you to make my face all shiny with the precum." He puts the tip of His boner to my lips and i grin up at Him. "Daddy, gimme the big hard boner please?"

He stands in front of me slowly stroking his stiffening cock. Teasing me with it. "You want this, princess?" He puts it to my lips and rubs the velvety soft skin on my lips. I taste his scent in my nose and i stick out my tongue. He pulls away, "bad, naughty slutty girl, you have to ask nicely for My cock." He taps my cheek with his cock.

"Please, Daddy, can i taste your boner? Please can i have it in my mouth? I wanna suck Your dick. I'll be a good girl, i will do whatever you want."

His face changes into a slow sly grin and responds in a thick slow growl, "Open your fucking mouth, slut" I respond instantly, i feel myself relax into Him, feeling his control of me. Just the words make me go soft and i submit. My mouth opens and i look up at him waiting, fully submissive to Him. I watch his cock thicken and throb to fullness, his hands are on my pony tails as he shoves the entire length into my mouth. I choke gagging on his cock my eyes water for that instant i am afraid , the instinctive response to being choked. I feel the fleshy head on the back of my throat, he tilts my head back and shoves himself deeper inside. His eyes locked on mine, watching his cock violate me. He thrusts His hips, i relax and let him have whatever he wants.

He smiles down at me as he slides his cock out of my mouth slowly as my cheeks hollow around his thickness and the wet sliding gasping sounds fill the still room. I feel nothing other than His cock sliding over my lips and touching the back of my throat His hands are on my head guiding me over him. I am entirely His. His tool, His pleasure object, He uses me to get himself off. I curl my lips over my teeth and let Him use me. I Want Him to use me. I love that i have nothing to do other than give Him the suppleness of my lips and relax and be used. He strokes his cock over my tongue and into my cheek. His heavy balls sway against my chin. He turns my head from side to side and He grins, down at me, because i have become limp, just an object for Him to use. Seeing my cute face violated, turned into a pocket pussy or some other device.

He pulls His cock out of my mouth and i moan softly, feeling the loss of His cock. I lean forward into Him wanting more of Him, wanting to give Him more wanting to be used more. He laughs, "you are a needy little slut. I love you. Get up." But I'm not done, i reach out and take his cock into my fist and start to stroke it in my hand. He is so ready. I feel it, throbbing in my fist. I want to make Him cum. I want to feel his cum splash against my face. He yanks my head back by my hair so i have to look at Him. "I said, get up!"

He pulls me by my hair to my feet then pushes me down onto the bed. I am flat on my back when he lifts my dress over my hips and pulls my panties up so they are tight against the cleft of my pussy. He presses a finger into the wet crease and clicks his tongue "naughty slut is wet" He flosses my pussy with my panties. I squirm wriggling side to side he laughs and tugs them down over my buttox and off. "What should i do with my slutty girl's panties? Slutty girls shouldn't be wet without permission. You should eat them." He rolls them into a ball and puts them in my mouth. They taste like my sex. I look up at Him my eyes wide and he smiles down at me, and spreads my legs. He keeps his eyes on mine as he buries His face into my soft folds. He breaths in deeply, I shudder as his tongue flicks my eager nub. I writhe, biting down and groaning into the panties in my mouth which are wet from my saliva. He teases me. "Tell Daddy, tell Daddy what you want." I groan in response, begging behind the gag of my panties. "I cant understand you. You aren't speaking clearly, you must not want to cum." I am writhing, groaning and begging, about to spit out the panties and scream. He sees i am so ready, His face is shiny like a glazed doughnut from my nectar. He whispers. "Show Daddy how you cum, princess. Cum for Daddy"

I scream behind the gag and let go. Waves of hot white heat spill from me. He buries his mouth on my cunt, pulling the last of my control from me...... He tugs the panties from my mouth and i erupt. He forces my legs apart and shoves His hard thick cock into me and pumps fast. I respond by clenching around him, arching up to meet him as he thrusts hard into me. My fingers curl into the coverlet, His hands are on my ass pulling me hard up toward his bucking hips. He pauses with His cock buried to his balls inside of me, "tell Daddy what you are."

"I'm Your girl, i'm YOURS, Daddy" He grunts and with one final thrust he explodes inside of me. I feel his throbbing heat in me, and I am whole. I shudder hard and wrap my legs around His hips and give myself to Him entirely. I am His.

Would you eat pussy with a cock inside of it?

2010-12-08T12:43:00.001-05:00

Been there done that...

Ask me anything

Would you rather sleep the day in, or stay up all night long?

2010-12-08T12:42:00.001-05:00

Stay up with Him staying in me all night long ;)

Ask me anything

What was the weirdest gift you ever received?

2010-12-08T12:38:00.001-05:00

My sister gave me a Vibrator for xmas one year in front of my parents... lets talk about EMBARRASSING asking my dad for batteries to run my new present!

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DAMN you are so hott

2010-12-08T12:36:00.001-05:00

DUH!! I KNOW!!

Ask me anything

What was the worst concert you went to?

2010-12-08T12:35:00.001-05:00

Sadly, the worst concert i was ever at was bob dylan. I felt sorry for him because he was too stoned and burnt out and sounded awful.

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Would you rather be really hot or really cold?

2010-12-08T12:34:00.001-05:00

I am always hot baby... so i much prefer to be cold so that my man can wrap me up with his warmth.

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What's your favorite type of flower?

2010-12-08T12:29:00.001-05:00

My favorite type of flower is the Calla Lilly. I love that they wrap around a stem and seem to be hugging it.

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How would you describe yourself in 3 words?

2010-10-26T10:52:00.001-04:00

Just a girl... Super Hot Mama... cute little thing... miracle of strength

Ask me anything

Discipline

2010-08-29T20:54:00.000-04:00

He told me to wait for Him in the bedroom. He said, "Stand with your legs spread, hands on the bed, ass high, skirt up, panties around your knees, I'll be in." I shrugged. This isn't a common request but not crazy. I skipped upstairs eager to obey.

I hear Him leave to take the dog out so i know i have some time.

I wash my face and brush my teeth. The whole time i feel anxious and excited. I cant wait to hear the door to know He is home. I feel my pussy starting to seep into my panties and then i hear the door again. I scurry into position and wait. I lower my panties to my knees and lean forward on the bed, careful to be in the position he asked for. I spread my legs as wide as the white cotton panties around my knees will allow. My white socks are slipping on the wooden floor so i have to balance for traction. I flip the back of my skirt over my bottom and I lower my hands to the bed, my fingers curled into the coverlet and i lower my head down and wait.

I hear the TV downstairs and start to wonder where he has gotten to. I wonder if He has forgotten what he told me to do for Him. I look at the clock next to my bed and tell myself in 5 minutes i will go and find Him.

I stay in position my hearing sensitive to the sounds of his feet on the stairs. I wait eagerly for Him. My mind works on what He will do with me once He has found me here waiting for Him. I start thinking of Him positioning himself behind me and taking His cock out and just taking me without warning from behind. My mind works on this mini fantasy for a few minutes and i feel myself wetten. I look up at the clock, 4 minutes. I will go find Him in a minute.

I stand up, straighten my back and start to step toward the door. I hear the TV shut off and noises from the kitchen. "he is just putting his glass in the dishwasher, he will be right up, i should stay where i am" I think to myself. I hear him on the stairs now. He is coming to me. I make sure I'm in position.

He is getting closer, i start to tingle, i feel that sense of calm that comes before i am taken, and reminded i am His. My pussy is leaking now, a thick droplet rolls down my leg. I look to the side to see if the bedroom door has opened and it hasn't. I am still waiting. I look up at the clock. I tell myself to be patient, another moment, He will come for me.

I look up at the clock again. It's been another 5 minutes, what could He be doing? I stand there, becoming annoyed and i look at the clock, only a minute has passed since i last looked. I stand waiting. I am doing what i was told. I was excited about this. I am becoming angry. The anger starts to fester. I stand up. Listening for him, I pull my panties up and sit on the end of the bed where my hands were. I sit and watch the door, get my book from the bedside table and start to read.

I read an entire chapter. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING? I'm pissed. I passed cute and excited about 10 minutes ago. I'm furious, what the fuck, i mean you told me to get ready for you, and you don't come, what the fuck?! I get undressed and start pulling back the coverlet to get into the bed.

He enters the room now. I am FURIOUS. I am not speaking to Him. He says jauntily, "whatcha doin', princess?" I just glare at Him. I am afraid if i speak it will be only swears. I say nothing. He says sternly, "I thought i asked you to do something for me. I asked you wait for me." I spit back "yeah, 30 minutes ago, I WAS waiting." He nods and looks disappointed.

"Baby, i didn't say when I'd be up, I asked you to wait. I expected you to wait, no matter how long. you know I'll always come for you, baby. Don't you trust me?"

"But i waited...." I try to defend myself, "then i heard You come home and watch TV and go into the kitchen...." but i know, he is right. I should have waited. I was quick to get angry. I should have waited.

He nods and pats the bed for me to sit next to Him. I'm completely deflated, all of the thrill of expectation has left me and I'm just left feeling hollow. He puts His arm around my shoulder and pulls me in closer. He puts His lips to my hairline and says softly into my hair, "baby, your a shitty submissive, you cant even wait a half an hour for me."

I feel the tears prick my eyes. I don't want Him to see me cry, but i feel terrible. I ruined it. I should have just waited.

He slides his big hand over my bare shoulder and looks into my wet eyes. "You just need to learn discipline, get on your knees and make it better." I look up at Him astonished. "really?"

"Are you going to question Me or do what you are told? Get on your knees and suck my cock, girl." I nod, feeling very awkward about this new turn of events but i get to my knees. He looks down at me, and drops a pillow onto the floor for me to kneel on. I pull down the zip on his shorts and he stands and lets them fall onto my pillow. He steps out of them and His fully hard cock bobs into my face. I smile weakly up at Him and open my mouth. Looking directly into His eyes, I lower my lips slowly from the tip to the base of His cock.

He curls His fingers into my hair and moans, "yes, baby, that's it, take Daddy's big fucking cock. Suck it deep. Tell me what you are."

I look up at Him. His cock still in my mouth while i think of the words I think he wants to hear. I am drawing a blank... WHAT AM I?? I assume this is a test. I slide my lips up and back over His cock, teasing the tip with my tongue as i consider His question. What AM I? I curl my fingers around his thick hard throbbing cock considering what i am. I look up at Him. His head is tilted to the side, He looks blissful. He catches me looking up at Him as His cock slips in and out of my mouth. He smiles down at me and i assume he has forgotten His question. I put the palm of one hand under His balls and hold them, weighing them in my hand as i work with my other on his shaft.

Holding His cock tightly in my hand i slide it up and back making a seal with my lips around the tip so as it slides in and out it makes a slurpy gurgling sound in my mouth. He looks down at me, I feel his cock throbbing and he pulls me off of his cock. His thick fingers twined into my hair. He holds my mouth away from his cock. There is a stringer of precum from my lips to his cock head. He tells me again, "Tell Daddy what you are, tell Daddy."

I improvise, "im Your dirtly little cum slut Daddy, please cum on my face, please, i'll be a good girl, i promise, please can i have your cum?"

He grips my hair tighter. "NOT now, what are you?!"

Then it comes to me, i understand. "I'm YOURS, Daddy, i'm YOUR girl, i'm Your love, i'm your property, i'm sorry." He looks down at me. He is smiling so broadly he looks deranged. "You are a good girl, make me cum now, princess." I lower my head to the tip of His cock, my fingers curl tightly around His shaft and i stroke Him with my hand and feel his balls tighten in my other hand. I look up to see HIm smiling down at me. His teeth clench as he watches me flick the underside of His head with my tongue. He grips my hair and pushes me onto Him. His cock is deep in my throat now, i feel the power of His throbbing cock in my throat and i gag around it. My throat going raw.

His cock throbs harder and i feel it, jerk, and then the warm soothing taste of His cum, fills my mouth and i gulp loudly as the first ropey load hits the back of my throat. He pulls my head back with the grip he has on my hair and the next load sprays across my lips and onto my chin. He watches as i flinch back and then smile up at Him as he looks down at me. He gasps in low grunts as he cums then he is perfectly still for a long moment. His spent cock going soft against my cheek.

"Your a good girl princess, you just need discipline. When will you ever learn?" He slides a finger through the cum on my lips and feeds it to me. I suck His finger and smile up at Him. He shakes His head like the school master and waggles the cummy finger in front of my face. "No cumming for you until tomorrow, maybe you will learn to wait." He touches the tip of his finger to the tip of my nose and lifts me off the pillow and positions me to stand me between His legs. Laughing He says, "I mean it, no cumming, but it doesn't mean I'm not going to try to make you disobey." He lifts His lips to my nipple and i roll forward and lay on top of Him. I kiss Him. "You are bad, You did this on purpose didn't You?"

"Maybe, you just needed Discipline"

On Your Knees, Bitch

2010-05-30T22:13:00.000-04:00

We were at Wal-Mart holding hands shopping for thinks we needed for our new dog when He leans into my ear "princess, that spiked collar will look so pretty on your neck." I laugh and playfully punch him in the ribs. "I'm serious, princess." He takes the collar off the peg and drops in into our cart next to the rawhide chews and the laundry detergent. I look at Him like he had gone mental, I laugh and move along. In the next aisle He says, "Baby, I am thinking very dirty thoughts again." and grabs my ass in full view of all the other shoppers. I hop out of His way and scurry up the aisle. He pushes the cart up along side me and leans in and bites at my neck and whispers softly into my ear. "Be afraid princess, I may hurt you" I giggle playfully feeling myself responding to His teases.

We get to the checkout line where He presses Himself against me and snakes a hand under my dress and grabs my cunt through my panties. He leans into my ear and whispers sternly "Baby, you are wet, did you get permission to be wet?" I look at Him and laugh softly, my eyes bright from His teases. "You will be punished when we get home." He removes His hand from my wet panties and rubs my cheek with it. Then He takes the spiked dog collar out of the cart and places it on the belt with a flourish.

We arrive home and unload the groceries and i start to proceed with the day. He calls me into the kitchen with a stern voice. "Princess, there is the matter of your punishment. You were wet in public without permission." He cracks the tags off of the collar and snaps it around my neck, he takes the leather dog leash off the peg by the door and clicks it to the collar. I must have looked at Him like He lost a screw in His head, but He just smiled wanly and pulled me to the floor with it.

I am on my knees in the kitchen with a dog leash attached to my neck and He is standing over me. I know he isn't really angry at me for being wet in public. This is a game. I look up at Him pleadingly and play along. "Daddy, i am sorry, i should have gotten permission to get wet at the store today."

"Yes pet, you should be sorry. You are a naughty girl, tell Daddy what you are."

"I'm a naughty slut, Daddy, i'm sorry. I shouldn't get wet when You tell me dirty things in public, only sluts get wet when they are in public."

"That's right princess, what else do sluts do?"

This is what He has been waiting for me to say. He loves it when i talk dirty. He loves looking at my sweet, angelic, good-girl face saying filthy things. "Sluts suck cock, Daddy, and they like sucking cock and getting the cum on their faces, i'm a dirty, fucking, cock sucking slut, Daddy"

He smiles down at me, and massages His cock through His jeans. "You are making me hard, You are a tease. If you are going to just have wet panties when we are out, you will have no panties at all." He tugs the leash and lifts me to my feet. He pulls up my dress over my head and pulls down my panties. He grips the round soft curve of my ass and i feel myself getting wet again. "Bend over, slut, now is the time you will be punished."

For an instant i am very afraid, I am worried he is actually seriously upset with me. He can feel my tension and works with it. He likes seeing me off balance and insecure. He grips my bottom in His big hand parting the cheeks and pressing his thick fingertips into my flesh. He looks down at me sternly then His face contorts and slowly turns to a wolfish smile. He places a hand between my shoulders and pushes my head down so my bottom is pointing upward. He raises His hand and i flinch.

"Fuck girl, you are a whimp, stay fucking still!"

I lower my head again, He raises His hand again, i breath in slowly and then it comes, CRACK!. A hard smack on the meaty fleshy of my ass. He commands, as if speaking to the dog, "good girl. Stay!" He raises his hand again and crack. Again, the flat tones "good girl, Stay!" My bottom starts to bloom with a red pain. It's not unbearable, but then He quickens his pace, He sees I am going to stay still and take the spanking so He proceeds to make my ass as red as He can, waiting for me to flinch again. I breathe slowly telling myself to relax, submit, stay still.. submit...let him have this... submit...pain is good, submit... submit... you belong to Him... submit...whatever He wants He can have... submit... I find myself drifting, relaxing into the spanking and i start to relish and look forward the next burst of pain. Then it stops. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was over. He was rubbing my bare red bottom. Soothing it with his hands cooing at me "that's a good girl, you are such a good girl for Daddy. You make Daddy so happy, baby." Then he dips His fingers into my moist cunt.

"You are wet again, princess, whatever will i do with You? tell Daddy what You are."

"I'm a slut Daddy, my cunt keeps getting wet. I don't know why... im sorry, Daddy...i can't help it"

He grins at me tugging me down again to my knees with the leash so my nose is pressed against His bulging jeans "I understand baby, see what you did to me? When you make me punish you for being wet... it makes my cock get hard. See what you do? That is a very naughty thing to do, slut."

I grin then quickly wipe the grin off my face and look up at Him. He uses the leash and collar to pull me against His bulge as He unzips His jeans with His other hand. He pulls his hard cock from His pants and slaps my face with it saying "Naughty slut. Dirty, naughty, slutty wet girl.Tell Me what you are and what you will do to make Me happy with you again."

I nod and smile up at Him. I know He loves this. i know what makes Him happy. I smile my biggest sweetest smile and say "Daddy, i am a dirty little cock sucking whore. i will suck your cock and make the cum spurt all over my face and show you what Your dirty little cock sucking whore looks like when she is all covered in cum."

He smiles down at me lets go of the leash and i curl my small hand around the base of his cock and slide it into my lips. He exhales slowly and grips my hair in His two hands guiding my mouth onto His cock slowly. He pushes Himself all the way to my throat and i hold Him there as long as I can. i groan softly feeling the tears stinging my eyes and the back of my throat getting raw and my lungs starting to burn. Then he pulls me off slightly. He rotates His hips so that His cock is pressed to the inside of my cheek and he pats His hand against my full cheek and grins down at me watching as i slowly take His cock in and out of my mouth. He watches as my cheek fills squirrel-like with his turgid cock. He pulls my head back and i gasp my lips closing around the tip. I look up at Him and giggle softly, "Your cock tastes so fucking good, Daddy, can i have more, please?"

He thrusts his hips and the leather leash swings between my breasts a reminder of what i am. His property. I slide my lips back and forth over Him, my eyes big and dark looking up at Him. I coo softly a deep humming like a swarm of bees in the back of my throat, bringing him to a frenzy. Then he holds still and pulls his cock out of my mouth. He pulls my mouth away and looks down at me. "You are a slut, I love you, you are MY slut. SAY IT!"

I look up at Him, serious now, His cock touching my lip and i say distinctly and calmly, "I am YOUR slut, i love You, i want You, i want Your cum, I want to make You happy forever. Please, can i have Your cum?" He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into His cock thrusts violently for a few strokes and pulls His cock from my lips and sprays his seed over my face. I feel it warm and thick dripping from my cheeks down my chin and neck.

"Look at Me!" He orders

I look up at Him and smile huge, satisfied. "See Daddy, You got the cum on my face. Thank You, Daddy."

He laughs weakly and runs a finger through the cum on my face and feeds it to me. "You are such a good slut. I fucking love you"

Bath Time

2010-05-14T14:58:00.000-04:00

He put his fingers onto my hips and pulled to Him. Nuzzling my neck he wraps his arms around my hips and kissed me on the forehead between the eyes. "Baby, I'm glad you are home, you look tired." I nod weakly, silently. I feel nearly crippled from standing in heels for three days. I'm on the edge of tired bordering on cranky. He looks at me in the face and smiles down at me. "Did you have fun and make lots of money?" He looks at me, and His face quirks into a half smile with his lips pursed, "You were a good girl right? You didn't stay up too long with your girl friends and take your shirts off and compare titties did you?"

I press my cheek into His chest and laugh. I am too tired to want to laugh, but I cant help it, He says those things just to get to me. He pushes me away from Him so I am standing at arms length but he supports me around the hips, smiles down at me again. He lowers his mouth and kisses me softly between the eyes."I miss you so much when you are not here. It's so nice to see you smiling at me, princess."

I am tired and lean against His chest. He supports me and walks me to the sofa sits me down and puts my feet in his hands and starts rubbing them. I relax into the soft cushions and the soothing ministrations of my Man. Love wells up from me and i just feel so blessed, lucky to have Him. Lucky that he is so willing to pay me the attention i need. I feel tears prick at my eyes and i relax into His touches. He is so caring and gentle, he puts my foot into His lap and rubs it on His crotch. He is teasing me, but he has lightened my mood and I'm smiling at Him.

It's not late but i was so tired, He gets off the sofa and i hear Him upstairs. He is pouring a bath for me. I smile and go up. He is perched fully clothed on the toilet watching me as i undress. I unbutton the silk shirt and pull the hem of my blouse from my skirt. He watches avidly when i drop the soft fabric of my blouse to the grey tiles. He leans forward as I unzip the side zip of my skirt and let it fall to the floor. He says soflty as if to Himself, "turn around, i want to see Your back"

I obey silently turning to face away from Him. I put my fingers into the waste band of my panty hose and shimmy out of them one leg at a time then step out. I am now in just my bra and panties. He rasps again, "turn around I want to see your titties". Again, i obey and turn to face Him, making eye contact with Him. He smiles rakishly, as if he is watching the most fascinating ritual. I reach back to unclasp my bra and let it slide over my shoulders and down my arms until i drop the white lace at his feet. I put my fingers into the waistband of my white lace panties and slide them down my legs and let them fall to the floor. I step out of my panties and into the hot water of the waiting bubble bath.

I drop myself slowly into the hot water and he grins down at me. I lean back and feel the hot water soothing my sore muscles. I sit there, knowing He is watching me in silence. He looks down at me "Baby your body is so pink from the hot water, i just want to touch you everywhere." He grins and undresses quickly and, slides in behind me in the tub. I bend my knees up and He fits His legs around my hips.

I feel His manhood stiffen as He pulls me back toward Him. He rests a hand on each breast and massages them slowly. The water only covers me to my hips now, so I arch my back to feel the warmth of Him. I open my eyes and look up at Him. He is still smiling wolfishly and i cant help but smile back. His one hand continues to massage the lather into my breasts while the other slides down my belly to my loins. He rests a hand there and whispers into my ear. "Daddy loves you, princess."

I bend at the knees and part my legs over the sides of the tub. He laughs softly and says "you are a horny slut for Me aren't you, princess?" I giggle and say enthusiastically, "yes Sir" He slides a finger into my cleft and he coos into my ear, "you feel like warm honey, princess" He massages my clit slowly rhythmically, letting my need ebb and wane for what feels like hours, i relax into His motions and feel myself starting to lose control, my pussy clenches around His fingers and i am rasping, begging for release that i so desperately need. He coos softly, reassuringly in my ear, "hold on baby, you can take more." I am arching against Him, His back is pressed to the cold wall and His fingers are deep inside of me, He is biting and sucking on my neck and the warm water splashes up over my chest for a moment as i buck hard against Him.

When i feel like i am going to tear apart from the inside, i cannot take anymore, He rasps softly into my ear, "Cum for me princess, give me all of you" I let go, i find myself floating in the warm water my body shuddering hard against Him, my lips seek His and warm red wave after wave of pleasure shudders through me. I quiver against Him, panting, rasping, "thank You , Thank You, Thank You" until i relax again and nuzzle against His chin.I lay there spent and weak for a few moments feeling myself drifting to sleep the warm water making me feel flushed and swollen.

"Baby, lets go to bed." I get out of the tub and i wrap myself in a warm fluffy towel and hold one open for Him to step into. He pulls me close to Him as I wrap it around His back. He leans in close to my ear "Princess, I fucking love you."

outing 1

2010-04-20T18:48:00.000-04:00

Two things just recently happened to me that "outed" me as a lifestyle submissive. Both were completely unplanned and unexpected, however the results of both were extremely interesting.

Let me give you a bit of personal background about what i do for a living without divulging too much. I am a jeweler. I often do custom work for customers. My employees and customers have no idea of my secret thinkerbelle identity. i keep my private life very private and my professional life is very vanilla. --- Until recently.

It was a cold day in February, and I had a customer come in asking for a custom necklace for His girlfriend. He wanted a solid 2 piece silver ring with a heart shaped locket clasp and a hinge. So without thinking, i said "Yes Sir,like a hard collar."

The man smiled, then noticed my own collar,a very thick gold Omega chain, and said "Yes you are in the lifestyle. You are a slave I see, you know what i want then." He said this with no intention of outing me to my employees. But alas, He roused suspicion and i had to answer stupid questions from my subordinates like "does Mr. Wonderful beat you up and lock you in a cage?." "Does He make you cook naked and sit on the floor like a dog?""Does He watch you service His friends?"

I mean really, do vanillas think that about lifestyle BDSM? To answer your questions you crazy 'nillas that wont ever read my blog- Yes, Hubby makes me bark like a dog and keeps my hands in cuffs. I have to wear a black corset and thigh high boots with 8" heels whenever i am in the house! I am locked in chains and gagged 18 hours a day, and sleep on the floor on a mat next to His bed.

For the rest of you, that are half in and half out, or curious about the lifestyle, I think that perhaps there may be a very few that live like that, but i think that is a very small subset within the BDSM community.

Anyway, sorry, back to the story. I did that commission and the Man who assigned it was thrilled. He has since sent many of His lifestyle friends to me for custom collars. By recognizing a fellow lifestyler, he brought me a lot of work. (As i am sure You know, Wwe in the lifestyle like to keep amongst ourselves when making purchases of the heart.)

I don't often worry about what others think of me, that's not really my thing, but in business i do worry how my personal affairs may affect my business. In this case, it may have increased my business and perhaps the "outing" gave me the opportunity to enlighten some people that may never learn that "normal" people can have parts of their relationships that are confusing to some.

I have NEVER gone to work with bruises or marks (other than the occasional hickey that Hubby thinks is funny to plague me with.) After the initial curiosities, the people that work for me have never asked me about anything as personal as my D/s relationship with my Husband. So i suppose, all is well that ends well.

What Matters?

2010-03-09T20:58:00.000-05:00

I have been working in my mind on this topic for a while. "what Matters?" It seems such a simple question, but i ask it here, in this self indulgent forum to find out what really matters in a relationship. Is there ONE person that fits you perfectly? Or is it just one person at a time that fits perfectly?

I have a friend who hates his wife. He says she is simple minded, unkind, spoiled. She complains all the time, is nasty and snarky to Him. She has no friends and gets jealous when he is on the phone or looks out the car window at pedestrians in summer. He doesn't have sex with her anymore because he would prefer to never have sex again than touch that bitch. I asked Him, "why did you marry her?" In a sad longing voice he responds, "The girl could suck cock like you cannot believe, she was just insatiable."

Are the things that matter at the moment the things that matter for the reset of your life? Would my friend with the evil wife have been better off with a brilliant girl, with a sense of humor but would only have missionary sex and wouldn't put a cock in her mouth ever? No one can answer that, not even Him. But let me put this into context. I read an advert on a BDSM meeting site:

Anyone (ladies) in the casino area looking to settle down with a swm who at 53 never married and either start lactating or in the process please let me know. I am looking for a LTR. Please, not to be rude, but slender to average only....

In three short lines this person is asking for a lot of criteria don't you think?

Ladies...ok thats an easy one, half the population is female
One in the casino area... well I'm not sure if He is in Las Vegas, but I'll assume not because it is on a New England Personals News Group. So, how big of a population can we be talking about here, due to the fact gambling is illegal in New England except on Indian Reservations?
A lady that wants to settle down...oooh fuck, he hasn't even met one yet...
A lady, that wants to start lactating...uh...ok, that narrows the field a bit more don't you think?
And well if the above doesn't sort through every single eligible woman "not to be rude" or anything...a skinny one

A few weeks later He left another posting confused by the lack of response:

is there not ONE slender to slim, submissive female on the east side of the river that wants to play? Any woman that want / like to travel? why don't we go away to an island for two weeks (free for you) and get to know each other?

The words "serial killer" and "safe call" floated through my mind when I read that posting. But let's assume His intentions are good.

Do you wonder why at 53 he is single and never been married? What are the deal breakers? I contacted this person and asked Him how may women did he think live in the area that fit that many unusual criteria. He removed the "slender" requirement from the advert a day later. But now I wonder, if he finds a girl that is willing to lactate, travel to points unknown, lives east of the river, is willing/ able to settle down into a long term relationship, do his laundry, cook his meals and feed his cats (im making up the last little bit) will He sit across the dinner table from her in seven years saying to himself, "I wish i took out the lactating and went for the skinny girl, becuase this fat cow is disgusting and leaking all over the fucking place. She just sits around all day with a breast pump and won't even leave the house to travel. What was I thinking!?"

This advert just makes me think of the excuses we make for why we do the things we do. The things that bring us misery or happiness are in the details. I see discussons on news groups or in Dear Abby:

"Does age matter?"
"Do politics matter?"
"He likes anal, i don't, Should i leave??"
"He wants to cum on my face, I don't like it, should I do it anyway?"
"My fiance wants kids, I don't, should we get married?"

My answer is YES!! It all matters, but is it a deal breaker?

I have an online friend who is a staunch, died in the wool republican. I'm about as liberal as they come. We used to debate politics and He said, "If you werent such a liberal bitch I would really like you" We both laughed about that, but that just illustrates what matters. We debate often but have mutual respect for eachother. Last night I asked Him what matters to Him. He said simply, "If I can satisfy her with my mind and my body, then she is the one for me."

I cant think of a single person who doesn't wonder "what would have been IF..." I nearly married a man shortly after I graduated from college. I often think to myself, i wonder what would have been if i could stand the fact he wouldn't meet my family. I ask myself that a lot, but it still comes out the same. It was his core values I didn't respect enough to be part of for the rest of my life. He didn't consider what was important to me to be important to Him. DEAL BREAKER!

Instead, I married my best friend. Yeah, there are some things that are missing. He can't cook anything other than toast, He is nasty as piss in the morning, He leaves his dirty underwear on the floor, He whines like a girl when he is sick, and He doesn't like to eat pussy. But, I am willing to settle for a Man that is flawed because He is a good husband, an awesome Daddy, He is interested in what i have to say, listens when i talk, laughs at my jokes, is my best friend and most important of all, we respect eachother enough to change the rules as we go.

Moon Drenched

2010-03-04T19:35:00.001-05:00

I sat up in bed my body tense and alive with the feel of His hands on me. I rolled toward Him in the bed and looked at Him, the pearly light of the full moon through the skylight illuminating Him in an unearthly glow. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep." I just lay there watching Him as His fingers slowly caressed my bare hip. I watched His face, His eyes were open and He looked at me. I whispered sleepily, "whassa matter Daddy, why can't You sleep?"

"I dunno, princess, go back to sleep, I'll just lay here and watch you."
I closed my eyes and snuggled closer against Him as His fingers trailed over my bare skin, i was awake now, worried, my brain working as to why He wasn't asleep. I rolled over and pressed my bottom against His hips. His hands were slow against my smooth skin. He muttered almost to Himself. "I was just thinking about you, thinking how lucky i am because l get to keep you forever." I must have stirred against Him because he said more loudly, "baby, I'm sorry, I'm being silly." He pulled my round bottom into the curve of his hip and laid a hand on my breast and just held me there. I lay silently pressing myself toward Him, trying to make Him calm to sleep.

"That moon is just too bright to sleep under. The moonlight makes you look like an angel." He pulled back the covers to expose me to the blue white light. I laughed softly, he felt me pressing against Him and i felt him stir. I was getting cold, i reached to pull the covers back up, he put his hand over mine and gently tugged on my shoulder to roll me over toward Him. Silently he leaned up on one elbow and covered my mouth with His. I kissed Him back, tasting Him. My half covered body warmed by his, but still chilling in the stark moonlight.

I lay on my back as he rested on one elbow above me, just watching me. I was feeling awkward now, like a live butterfly in a specimen jar. Not pinned, but hypnotized, not moving under the watchful gaze. He ran the back of his hand from my loins up over my belly and between my breasts. I closed my eyes and felt the sensuality of His touch. I relaxed into my pillows, eyes still closed as i felt His touch take me away. I was so close to sleep, or subspace. I just let Him have me in that moment to surrender and let Him take me away. The back of His hand left warm trails over my skin, making my nipples perk to the contrast of His touches and the cold air.

So gentle were his touches it felt like a long time that he just slowly dragged his soft hand over my skin. His eyes were dark, keen points in the dim light. He moved slowly and covered my mouth with His again. He teased opened my lips with His probing tongue, making hunger for His lips. He pulled his mouth up and away from me, teasing me, making me want Him more than i wanted sleep. His fingers lay gently on my soft folds and slid a finger against my labia, just feeling my warmth against his cool finger. He let His hand linger between my legs. I reflexively parted my legs for His entrance, but that is not what He wanted, he just wanted to feel me. He wanted to know that His girl was always ready for Him.

He lowered his lips to my neck and cooed softly into my ear. "Baby, I want to take you slowly and stay awake all night having you." I arched up to see the clock it was only 1:15, what is being tired at work when you can have spontaneous lovemaking past midnight on a school night. I pressed myself to Him closer, wanting to mold myself to his body, be entirely His. I wanted to be one with Him. He slid his warm wet fingers over my cold skin, slowly and then finding a place he wanted to explore he pressed His fingertips into the arches of my hips and around to my soft, round bottom.

He looked directly at me. Watching me, he cupped a hand to my breast and sucked my nipple. As if drugged, i lethargically arched my back to press my breasts to meet His lips. He sucked harder on my nipple lifting his head higher up, i arched as high as i could, toward his suckling lips until i couldn't reach any higher and he let my full round breast fall from his lips.

I groaned softly, feeling my breast bounce back onto my chest and i relaxed back into the soft mattress. He leaned across my chest and did the same to the other breast, making me hiss with the desire for Him to suckle me more. When he dropped my breast again i rolled toward Him and He smiled wolfishly at me. His smile was slow to fade when He kissed my lips, making the hunger in me burn for Him. I wanted Him so badly, but i just wanted to stay in His arms all night. He lay with his head on his elbow, i faced him and smiled coyly. It was my turn.

I dragged a hand across His chest and down over the ridges of His chest, feeling the smooth expanse of His belly and the notch in his hip where the shape of His muscles point lewdly downward. I ran my forearm slowly across his belly as my fingers curled into the springy wiry curls at his loins. I teased His thigh, dragging my fingertips upward then when i was about to touch His balls, i would slowly slide my fingers downward. I was always, careful not to touch His manhood, teasing Him mercilessly with my slow effleurage. He arched it up, showing me what he wanted to be touched. I moved slowly my hair tickling his side and hip as i slithered down dragging my lips and tongue over His chest on my way down His torso to rest my head on his thigh.

Looking up at Him i grinned. The moon was passing over the sky light now, the full white orb, hanging above us leaving shadows on His face but his skin was illuminated in a glowing blue haze. I exhaled gently onto His cock and watched as it bobbed away from my warm breath then as it bounced searching for my lips. I grinned. I love this. This is when i am at my happiest. I looked up at Him the pleasure aparent on my face. He rolled onto His back and rolled me over Him so i was nestled between His parted legs. He propped a pillow under His head and looked down at me, my own wanton smile mirrored on His face. He cupped my cheeks in His hands and nodded slowly. I opened my mouth and in one long slow motion i took His entire lenght into my lips and sealed my lips around His shaft feeling His manhood touching the back of my throat. I held Him inside of me.

He grunted, in the silence it sounded so loud. He sucked in a long slow rasping breath, on his next exhale he hissed "fuck baby... what you do to me." I know what i do to Him. I make Him crazy with lust, make Him want me, and make Him want to wait, make him buck and thrust like an animal and writhe with the wanting that he can have any time, but prefers to hold onto so he can make His pleasure last as long as possible.

I wrapped my small hand around His shaft and stroked it so tortuously slowly. He ground His cock against my hand and I worked Him harder in my hand, rubbing the palm over the tip, lubricating it with his precum. With my other hand i cupped His balls pulling them upward to meet my other hand. Sinking slowly down onto His cock again with my mouth, cooing softly up at Him i watch His cock throb.

"Look at me, baby" His husky tones pull me from my reverence and I look up at Him. His cock is pressed to my bottom lip and i smile at Him, a big wide grin and watch his eyes as my lips slide wetly over His shaft down to His balls. His hands rest gently on my head and he grits His teeth. When I slide back up he bucks then holds Himself still. "Baby, I need to cum..... Uhhhgg... I can't stop it." I lower my head down onto Him one more time and grip his cock tightly in my lips and slide my hand back up the shaft rhythmically, my eyes on His as i stroke His cock against my softly parted lips. He watches as His cock throbs in my hand and the wet creamy cum oozes over the head of His cock onto my upper lip. I smile as i lick the cum off the head of His cock being very gentle now suckling the last drops from His cock as his fingers twine into my hair soothing me gently.

I drop my head to His belly and he pets my head sleepily murmuring sweetnesses at me.I drift off to sleep tasting His seed on my lips and listening to his heart beat slow and and his breath becoming steadier. "I love you, baby" are the last words i hear when i fall asleep, i try to respond, but nothing comes out of my lips. I just hold his hand a bit tighter, snuggle closer and silently make Him know i love Him.

Saturday Morning Minx

2010-02-13T18:40:00.000-05:00

He lay in the bed next to me, sleeping he pulls me toward Him and wrapps his big long arms around me. I nuzzled up against Him and lay there awake, timing my breathing to His until i heard his measured sleeping breaths. Winter is nice in that way, you wake in the darkness, the house is still quiet and cold, and there is little to do on a Saturday morning that just cant wait. So i lay there in my Man's arms, as he snored softly. I lay awake, feeling his warm nakedness next to me. When i was sure he was fully asleep, i rolled toward Him and rested my head in the crook of His arm. He adjusted me there a bit and i slid my fingers over his smooth chest. Watching as as his small nipples puckers and rose. A smile comes to my lips as i think about what i want to do next. I cant control myself, i think how naughty it is to take advantage of Him when He is asleep giggling inwardly at my thoughts. I lean in and kiss his chest very gently, trying not to wake Him.

I drag my fingertips slowly over his warm skin, feeling the sensuality of his warmth. The light from the window is weak and blue but i can see His body, the barrel of His ribs, the small rise of His belly and then the descent to his pubis. My fingers slide lower, and i curl the tips of my fingers into his thick dark pupis. My Man shifts, rolling slightly toward me. I am doubtful He is still asleep but i move slowly and cautiously as if he is. I watch in the dusky dawn light as his cock hardens slowly as i stroke his balls so gently.

My body is alert to His, i try to be careful not to wake him. He sleepily rests His big hand on my head and pets my hair gently. I wriggle slyly downward and rest my head on HIs hip, watching the arch of his penis rise toward my face and i reach out with a warm hand and cup his balls so gently. His hand on my head, strokes my hair sleepily. He is not pushing me toward Him, or away. He just comforts me, letting me know i have permission to touch Him. I smile watching as His cock rises with the dawn light and i see the ruddy pink head. I curl my fingers around his shaft and lazily i work it in my hand, siding up and down the long length of his shaft with my one hand as i watch the little slit a the top wink at me. I do this lazily, watching the opening at the head of his cock wink then close as my hand comes closer to the bulbous head. I milk up droplets from his thick rod, slowly and watch as they form at the tip then disappear with each stroke until finally one thick droplet rolls over the head. I catch it with my thumb and rub the slick nectar into the fleshy head.

He lays there, inert except for the throbbing pulsing of His cock in my hand. I turn my head to look up at Him. He is surely awake now, but lays with His eyes closed a half smile on His lips as i manipulate His cock in my hand. I coo softly into His shaft. "good Morning Cock, i want to suck you now, would you like to be woken with my soft warm lips wrapped around your shaft?" My Man stirs at my words and the hand on my head curls into my scalp. I lower my lips so close to the thick fleshy head that He reacts to my warm breath. He shivers and arches his hips up toward my lips. I see what He wants, i know what He wants, but i am taking my time. I stick out my tongue, resting it flat on the winking eye, i part the little opening with the very tip of my tongue and catlike lap up the bead of precum that has formed.

At that touch of my tongue on his cock i know he is awake, because his fingers grip into my hair, and i can feel he is losing control, and He wants it back. He wants to control me, it is hard for Him to let go and just accept like this. But, he lays there, his fingers tightly wrapped in my hair, as He knows i like and he lets me guide His cock into my lips. I press my soft tongue over the head and caress it with my flattened tongue, opening my mouth a bit wider i take His thick hard cock a bit deeper, all the while, my tongue dances over His swollen glans. I caress the head, and slip my warm mouth down the shaft, purring like a hungry cat as i do, I exhale a very soft "gggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrwwwww" sound as i slip deeper onto His engorged cock. His fingers tighten in my hair. If i am not careful He will take my head and start fucking my face. He is about to take control.

I slow down my pace, but continue murmuring over his shaft, that hollow throaty purring sound that resonates through His balls. My lips always curled over my teeth form a tight ring around His shaft, the purring of my throat stirring into His balls. He lets out a sharp hiss of breath and mutters something inaudible. I keep going.

I reach my hand up and caress His heavy swollen sack. Holding His balls gently in my cupped hand, I sink my lips ever lower onto His turgid shaft. He is bucking up against me now, His hips moving rhythmically to the motion of my mouth. I grunt when his tip reaches my throat, sending a shiver of sound through his thick, throbbing, eager member and i move deeper still. Lowering my mouth onto his shaft i look up at Him now. His eyes are open and He watches me take His cock into my mouth and i look back down at His cock and slide my mouth onto his tool as far as i can take it. He mutters softly "Look at me, baby."

I look up at Him. We lock eyes and He smiles weakly at me. I show of for him, lowering my mouth so that his tip rests on my throat, cutting off my air for a moment. His heavy balls rest on my palm nestled against my chin. I hold Him deeply in my throat as long as i can, my throat closing around the head as i gag and my eyes water. My lips so tight around His shaft they act like a cock ring, making his cock even harder, I slowly slide back up his shaft. Never breaking eye contact, His cock dangles from my lips and i move back down all the way in one very fast motion so that His tip is being closed in my throat again.

He grunts and curls his fingers into my hair with both hands and i feel his balls tighten and His cock get stiffer. He hisses, "fuck baby, fuck!" I tease him, pulling back up again, so that the tip dangles from my lips attached with a stringer of spittle, i smile at Him, teasing Him with my smile as His cock bobs toward my warm lips looking for me again. He grips my hair and pushes me onto His cock. "FUCK BABY!" I look up at Him, my eyes dark and teasing as He watches as i suck his cock into my lips. He is awake now, thrusting his hips and pushing His cock into my throat. "what do you want, princess?"

I slide up slowly and take my time answering. "I want your cum Daddy, please?"

"You are a naughty little slut, but i fucking love you so much." He thrusts his cock into my mouth three hard bucks of his hips and i feel his cock throbbing and scratching my throat. "Look at Me! Fuck baby, you make me crazy! You want my cum, princess?"

His cock dangling in my lips like an Andy Capp cigarette "Yes please Daddy, cum in my mouth, please i want to taste You"

He pulls my head down onto His cock, his fingers working into my temples, massaging my scalp. I stroke his balls gently while my hungry mouth massages and milks the cum up from his heavy balls. Then he goes stiff, his entire body rigid and he grunts an animalistic sound of aching lust, and i feel his warm seed in the back of my throat, acrid and hot. I swallow it reflexively. He pushes my mouth of his tool with a loud pop and he shoots another sticky load of cum onto my lips. "He grunts, Look at me" I look up at Him and a smile crosses his entire face. "Mmmmmmmhm...good, messy, girl" He watches as i lick my lips and show him as I savor the cum from my lips and show it to Him in my mouth before i swallow.

He smiles weakly pulling me into His chest, He rests his hand in my hair Holding me against. I listen to his heart beat slow and become more regular. He sighs happily. "Princess, you are awesome"

"Thank You Daddy" i murmur into his bare chest as the undulating rise and fall of his chest lulls me back to sleep.

What is Love

2010-01-13T15:01:00.004-05:00

As it happens, my last posting caused a flurry of questions in private either sent to my twitter DM or my followers asked me in emails variations on this same question: "Have you really had that many loves, especially online?" The simple answer is yes.

When I first started chatting online, it was so new and exciting, and the words thrilled me. The use of interactive timing made my heart move in that slow muddy pace of first love, the sensual imagination of His fingertips trailing along the side of my breasts, curling under it and cupping it into His hand. His lowering head to kiss the nipple and then, we would grind together, typing until it became just frantic "Mmmmmmmmmmm oohhhhhhh hooohhh yesssssss.... " as we both had to stop typing to use our hands to cum. He told me in great detail how His cum would spill over my face and chin and lips. I would respond, "Yes, spread your seed over my face and rub it in with the head of Your cock." But to read a log of the event now, is so mundane it makes me laugh. But it was the words i loved, how Hhe could use only words to bring me to such a frenzy. I would seek Him out night after night to feel his words ripple through me. Is that love?

Then i met another Man online, He lived far away and he was intelligent and witty. He made me smile, he was sensual and kind. We had a candor that was remarkable and we shared the same interests. It was easy to say that He was my best friend. We used to talk late into the night, and sneak in chats where ever we could, challenging each other to be sexy and learn as much as we could, so we wouldn't fall into the pit of so many online couples that have almost nothing at all in common, we always had the sex. We researched new positions ideas and talked about them.

I think with Him, i was allowed to grow and be as sexual as i am now, in a way that most people are not free to do in their everyday lives. We would make up stories every day, the Plot Du Jour, and see how long we could make eachother last before cumming. He and i would talk about our future, it was always so optomistic. I considered a life with Him but alas, as so many online relationships, even those that last years as ours did, they end. He and i grew apart, but there is no doubt i loved Him. To this day, years later, i still feel a hollow from the loss of His friendship. Can this be love?

There was another Man, He opened other doors to me. He taught me that the goal isn't the cumming online, it's the escape. He taught me to savour the pace of roleplay. Take pleasure in taking yourself away with your shared imaginings. He was loveable and kind and treated me well. He called me "pet" and took care to make me know i was special to Him. I cared for Him greatly and wanted Him to know he was cared for as well. Is that love?

I was done with having my heart broken, finished forever. I was never going to be happy with any one Man online. I'm like a little fairy sprite. I just flit from one to another without a care. You cannot put a girl like me into a jar and close the lid. I will die. It was flitting from one to another that made me learn the most important lesson yet. He taught me patience. He told me when we first met, "I am in no hurry, if I wanted to cum, I'd jerk off alone."

Of course this made me laugh. One of a million times He made me laugh. I was a prude until I met Him, because before i knew Him, i wasn't able to see sex as fun. I mean, its always a good time to get a nice big fat wad of cum on my face, smile up at a Man and tell Him "thank You." Its also fun to cum so hard you feel like your hair is going to fall out. But, having a Man at the other end of the screen, that makes you laugh out loud, and challenges you to think in order to cum, now that's a Man worth having.

This man, likes the dialogue, he likes it FUN. He likes it to be nothing like real life. It's online after all. Not real, just fantasy. It's playtime. But it takes trust and passion and true respect for a person, to make you feel secure enough about yourself that you drop every single veil, every inhibition you ever had and lose all the limits so that you are more naked before a person you never met than you ever have been with the one you live with. When all of the other stuff is stripped away, the taboos, the kinks, the dirtiness of sex is all gone, you are just left with ... dare i say it, Love.

A Christmas Carol, Roberte and Charles and Mr_Tim

2009-12-23T13:40:00.007-05:00

This Christmas, I will tell you three stories. The ghosts of Christmases past, present and future. Sounding familar? Let's for this story set say I'm Carol. Ill tell you about about my three loves. The ghost of Christmas past is Roberte Crotchet, the ghost of Christmas Present is Charles Dick, and the Ghost of Christmas Future is Mr_Tim.

When i was young and first started dating, my father gave me sage advice, "Carol, if a boy hits you, he doesn't like you." I nodded and absorbed that information as all teen aged girls do. At the time i had no idea what he was saying to me or why. I started dating and i had a few nice boyfriends and then in college i met who i thought was THE ONE.

Roberte Crotchet was an exchange student the same as me. It was lust at first sight. As soon as I looked at Him I blushed and giggled. He was so handsome that it made me feel awkward and made me tingle. He was lean and athletic. Roberte Crotchet was a brilliant student, he wore fashionable clothing and expensive Italian shoes. English wasn't his native language, his quaint speech make me laugh. He would sit with me outside my dormitory, watching the cold grey Scottish sky turn from slate to ash, to purple then to blackness. He would comment about how the arts and craft style gas lights looked like a set of testes hanging from above, glowing and needy as the shaft of light would be cast into the darkness. He would have to stop to gesture to his crotch for the words in English to make me understand. I would laugh, and debate this with him until he offered to show me his testes to be sure He was correct. He pulled me close and said things to me in portugese that made my skin ripple from the tone, even though i had no idea what they meant.

We would go back to his rooms shivering and shaking, but always laughing. He would make coffee for us, i was never allowed to cook in His kitchen. "Only with a press, cara ... all other coffee is terrible." Everything he said had the passion and conviction of a man who already knows he is correct, and i believed him.

"Come to bed with me, menina doce, you will not be unhappy with me in the bed, cara."

He had the touch and soul of an artist. He handled me slowly and gently, then turned me onto my belly and bite at my ass murmuring in Portugese. I writhed and shuddered. He always took his time, not letting me get to the point of such urgent need that i needed to cum, he would work me like a composer building to his crescendo. One day in bed, He slid his fingers into me, laying beside me, he cooed softly into my ear in His mixture of English and Portuguese, "Querida, para dar à menina a dor... I need to have you in a way you have never been taken... say Yes to me, por favor, cara " The smell of his skin, the confidence in his voice, the sound of his words in Portuguese, that i didn't understand, every thing making me scream "YESSSSSSSS" even though i knew in my soul it should be NO!

He turned me over onto my belly tied my hands behind my back with his belt and slapped my bottom hard with his hand. I screamed.

He leaned down over me and put a hand over my mouth "Cara menina, you will wake the neighbors, quiet now." I bit the pillow and he slapped me again, i wriggled, winced, and begged, "NO, NO, NO please...No" My Darling Portuguese lover frowned, looking deeply into my eyes with his dark expressive eyes. He looked so sad and disappointed, "Encantadorada, you do not trust me, you make me so sad. Cara, you want me to go away forever?" His breath warm and sweet made me want to cry, and i begged this time for Him to stay.

I went home to New York and had lunch with my mother. "Carol, ya need to find a nice man, who will treat you well, and be a good provida. What you need is a mensch."

I was at a friend's apartment one day and Charles Dick showed up on his bicycle unannouced. Charles pulled a sixxer of beers from bis bike bag and handed them around the room and started making conversation. He was witty, funny and good sport. He had the arrogance to just know he welcome because he is who he is. We talked about cars and bikes and parks. He said he was thrilled to meet me and walked me down to my apartment. He asked to come in, and said he was going ot be in a bike race, asked me did i want to come.

I offered him a drink and sat on the sofa with him. I got his drink while he was, still talking, "Ooh you can work the concession, it wont be awkward." He was like a Labrador retriever, friendly and red and happy so friendly i decided to go to the race with Him.

The races were in the woods at a ski resort before snow season. The races were held earlier that day. The team and the hangers on all had a bonfire in the woods. There were bottles of Grand Marnier (the nectar of the god's) and vodka being passed in groups and the smell of weed and good booze filled the night air. We were all stoned and drunk, the night was cool, Too cold to be camping out doors so everyone who had anyone was coupled up and snuggled in blankets. Charles and I were "just friends" but i was in smitten since the day i met him. He was cold and he pulled me close to him, He stared into my eyes and kissed me.

We slept together that night, but we didn't have sex. We just slept together snuggled close keeping warm. We did that many times after that. He would come to my apartment after work, have dinner, smoke a bowl and just stay in my bed holding me. So many nights when he was holding me i would beg silently, "please, please, please, touch me, make me yours, love me in the way i love you."

Then it happened. One night in my bed when he held me, he put his hand on my skin. All at once i felt hot and wet and warm. I felt like i was on a row boat in the ocean and my stomach was in knots. He pulled me to Him and kissed me. The shock and desire I had welled up for months was seeping from me into Him and back. We made love, for the first time in my bed. It was violent awkward and hot. He pulled me close Him, wriggled out of his clothes, told me to get my panties off and he took me. He spread me open, slid a finger into me pulled it out, and then just took me. Hard and fast he hammered into me, not stopping or even looking at me. Ripping me open around his huge cock until the pain of it made me want to cry with lust and need until he and i exploded at the same time gasping and sweating. I curled into His arms and slept until morning.

When i woke up i was terrified he was going to leave and never come back. I stared at him for what seemed like hours. As he slept my mind silently begged him, Please stay forever, please stay forever. When he woke, he blinked at me, smiled his sweet honest smile pulled me to HIm again. This time he took me more slowly. His fingers exploring my curves curling into my hair and he held me tightly from behind. His hand explored my chest my stomach the tops of my thighs. He rolled on top of me, smiling down at me as beamed up at Him. I had never been so happy in my life. He entered me slowly and ground himself down onto me. He looked past me and his eyes rolled back and we made love in the early morning sunshine on a cold December morning.

Years later, i was home nursing a baby and caring for a very sick husband, complaining to my sister, i feel like i don't have anyone to talk to. "Carol, you need to find people who have simlar interests as you. You know, get out there and make friends."

It was late one night i finished an online Q&A session for the class i was teaching at a local community college. The class was hosted on an irc server. I had downloaded the free software client and with it came a list of public servers. I found a sex chat server and found Mr_Tim.

I was anonymous, safe and secure, knowing that my fantasies and my real life were safe here. I had no idea that this existed the newness of it was like heroine. I had no rules when i chatted online. At first i felt so naughty, i couldn't tell Hubby. Why upset Him, he is so sick anyway?

I had long cyber scenes with strangers. I was a cyber slut. It was amazing for me to find people out there that i could just talk to about my horny thoughts, my kinks, my passions the things that tuned me on, the things i had never even heard of. I never ever had to talk about the real horror my life felt like. Escapism at its finest.

Hubby got better, and life got easier. I made friends in real life. But i was in love. I would sneak down to see Mr_Tim late at night. Hubby started to wonder what i was doing on the computer late at night, at first i lied. I made up stories about work etc. Then one day he said to me, bluntly and matter of fact, "Carol, I know what you are doing"

My heart started to race and i felt ashamed and horror stricken and terrified and defensive and angry, my knees felt weak and i was afraid i was going to die. My finger tips started to tingle and i was sure my life was over.

"Don't lie to me Carol. I know what you are doing on the computer. I am not a fool." I started to cry, and crumbled in grief, i was sure he was going to kick me out.

"Oh Carol, calm down, you can have your fun, but these are the rules: No meeting, no discussion of meeting, no personal information and for god sakes don't say the L word (love), so long as your 'fun' stays in MY bed, i don't care what you do online."

HOLY SHIT, i found the pirates booty!!! He was totally cool!!!

Mr_Tim is the one i dream of at night, the one who takes me away from the hardships of my "real life" and gives me a place to rest my head and feel beautiful even when i know i look like shit. Mr_Tim, is loving and patient and caring and perfect in every single way. Mr_Tim is an amazing lover. He is always there giving me exactly what i want and only asks that i be happy in return and tell Him he is awesome, and the best lover i ever had, so creative and amazing. Mr_Tim is a brilliant cook, housekeeper, gardener, dollhouse builder for children. Mr_Tim can fix anything.

Mr_Tim loves to cum on my face, tie me up, play rough, play slow, play nice and fuck me in the ass. Mr_Tim loves to choke me with his enormous cock, he loves to eat my pussy and he loves me no matter what.

He says he likes when i'm skinny, and he says he likes me when i am fat. Mr_Tim always says the right thing. Mr_Tim is an accountant, or a lawyer or a rocket scientist. Mr_Tim is a warehouse worker with a 19" cock or a lion tamer that likes to dress in drag. Mr_Tim is a bored housewife that wants to know what its like to be a Man for a few hours.

But, alas Mr_Tim is not real. He is my online fantasy. It's Christmas time everyone. Hug the one you are with, and let them know that this year, the most special person of all is the one who loves you right this moment.

For me, That's Mr Wonderful, the realest man i could imagine. Pucker up under the mistletoe and give your Mister Wonderful or Miss Thang a big kiss and tell them that they are special, no matter what. If your girl or guy is sitting next to you, or across the planet behind a keyboard. Its all the same. Being loved is awesome!!!

Merry Christmas Everyone and to all a fucking good night!!

Good Things Cum to Those Who Wait.

2009-09-30T19:26:00.004-04:00

I stood there in His arms, as He sat on the roof deck with a glass of Champagne in His hand. I looked down at Him, amazed, and flushed with emotion. I pressed myself closer to Him and He slid the fingers of one hand over my arms and down my hips and around my back. With his other hand he slowly traced the V neckline of my sweater with his half full champagne glass. Slowly dragging the cool smooth glass downward He circled my hard nipple through my cardigan. He pushed the rim of the glass up under my taut nipple and grinned lustily up at me as i watched the glass make its slow circuit of my chest. I shivered slightly and He locked eyes with me. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as He took a sip of champagne and set down his glass. His eyes never leaving mine.

He pulled me closer with the hand that was around my hips, reaching up He tugged open the buttons of my sweater one by one in a soft "Pop... Pop... Pop...pop."He slid his warm hands into my sleeves and pulled the soft wool off my shoulders and left the discarded fabric draped at my elbows. He nuzzled His face into my heated flesh and slid his hands up my belly to cup my breasts in his large hands. I smiled down at Him and He un-clipped the front hook of my bra and let it fall open, my large breasts bobbed free of their restraint. I felt the cool air on my bare skin as He pressed a cheek to my belly and nuzzled into my cleavage. He lifted one breast to his mouth and sucked it until my nipple was firm and needy, he repeated with the other in the same agonizingly slow fashion.

Then he pushed me back to arms distance and looked at me, as if he was surveying a mannequin in a shop window, tilting his head from one side then the other and he reached up with his hands and slid them under my skirt. I gasped fully exposed and i turned my head to see people walking on the sidewalk in front of the inn. I looked back at Him again, i felt hazy, as if i left my body, and i was in a bubble of soft warmth. The street below didn't matter, nothing mattered. He kept looking at me and tucked his fingers into the hem of my panties and slid them down to my knees. I felt the cold air on my moist entrance instantly and all i wanted to do is get to my knees and worship Him.

I cooed softly and slid my fingertips into his hair, my arms feeling very short due to my sweater around my elbows draped toga-like down my hips. He pushed me back again, a bit farther and stood up. He turned me to face the street and came behind me, holding my breasts out before me, and whispered into my ear. "They can see you if draw attention, princess" He held my breasts pinching my nipples as i ground my hips against His bulging jeans. He kissed my neck and my pussy felt like it was dripping into the panties around my knees.

He bent me over the railing, my large bare breasts falling forward as he lifted my skirt and slapped my ass with a resounding "CRACK!" My bubble of warmth and serenity was broken in that one instant. I saw a woman on the street look up to see where the sound came from. I gasped and looked over my shoulder at Him. My eyes opened wide and i hissed in a sotto voce, "she will see" He laughed softly into my ear, "I know, princess, isn't it great?"He pushed my head down again, lifted my skirt and i flinched away from His swat. He grabbed me by the hair, and hissed too loudly to be accidental, "Stay Still" His hand came hard this time, hitting the roundness of my ass with a "CRACK" then again "CRACK" I closed my eyes so not to see the street, but He wasn't going to let me off. So i relaxed into my submission, and love, and trust with each "CRACK" I drifted away, back into my bubble of warmth.

He was stroking my hair now, "good girl, you are cold... lets go inside" He pulled my sweater off my arms and dropped it down the hatch into the bedroom below. He pulled a fluffy towel from the rod and laid it on the bed. He guided me to sit on the bed. He touched me, everywhere, slowly taking the rest of my clothes off and laid me back onto the towel. He was cooing a stream of compliments and nice words, "good girl... such a good girl i have.... so pretty.... such beautiful skin" as he kissed down my belly, i reached my head up to kiss Him or to touch Him but He always gently pushed me back cooing nicely at me.

He put his lips on mine for a moment and then left me there for a a long while. I was in a fever now, it was like time stood still but i felt i needed to feel Him, have His touch, have Him near. I didn't want to move or touch myself. He would know if i had. I wanted to be perfect for Him. His princess.

When he returned he had His suitcase and mine. He dropped them on the floor and left again for a short moment returning with the bottle and glasses of champagne. He poured Himself another glass took a large gulp, then tipped it into my lips and spilled some of the cold fizzing wine over my cheek. I felt it roll down my cheek and neck, leaving a cold trail. I felt my nipples tighten in response. He tipped the glass gently over my chest and i felt the cold bubbles on one nipple and watched as he sucked the dripping champagne off my tit, biting gently on my nipple. He repeated His slow torture on the the other breast, nipping at the tender flesh as he sucked away the fizzing bubbles.

Then he kissed me deep and hard. I tasted the sweet alcohol on his lips he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as he pulled away. Then, He spread my legs, wide, but didn't touch my moist cleft. I arched my hips up toward Him. He just smiled as He lifted his glass again took another swig, then lifted his glass high as if to make a toast, he tipped the remainder onto my cunt. The cold bubbles making me writhe away from it. I felt the bubbles dripping down the cleft of my ass. Then he lowered his chin to my pussy and looked up at me. "Baby, don't cum, no matter what don't cum."

He moved His lips to my swollen lips and sucked the cool bubbles from my parting. I was writhing in ecxtacy. It felt like a million cocks all fucking me at once. I was lost, in another world, on that precipice but didn't dare fall over. I needed to behave, my fingers curled into the soft down coverlet. I was moaning, incoherent. I was lost, the colors in my head were a kaleidoscope of pleasure and lust, prickling every pore i ever had. I was chanting His name, "I love you, i love you, i love you, please....." He pulled back his lips. His chin was glossy with my nectar as he covered me with his body. He kissed me hard on the lips, sharing my own lust with me. Then he entered me, and i was whole.

I bucked up against him and we moved as one. I was entirely part of Him as He filled me, slowly at first, but then he filled me, more and more and i felt like i was going to be so full i would burst from the inside and then we moved together, slowly and gained tempo. Then, He grunted "baby, now, Oh my fucking god i love you, now, baby cum with me" I exploded, i felt myself turn inside out and i let go, every single thing i my life was gone at that moment except Him. His cock throbbed so perfectly inside of me until i was completely empty. I lay there under Him, weeping, spent, not able to move just radiating love, kissing Him and holding him on me. I cooed softly, giddily into His ear. "I love you so much, i love you soooooooo much, thank you, thank you, thank, you."

Then he said it, what every Master should tell a girl, "you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you. " I smiled, beaming to myself and wrapped my legs up around His hips and poured all of my love into Him. "thank You"

The Ride to Heaven

2009-09-29T16:22:00.006-04:00

We woke up on Friday morning giddy as children. We snuggled in our warm bed as His hands roamed over my body. He pinched my nipples and curled His naked body against me. "Baby, i don't think i can wait to give you your anniversary surprise"

I giggled and begged, "Please please can i have it now. Please?" I wasn't sure what i was begging for but i wanted his cock so badly and i hoped it was that. He laughed at my eagerness. "such a good little slut. But i don't have it yet."

He dressed me in a short skirt and knee socks and a tight cardigan sweater. He asked me to put my hair in pig tails for Him. He was taking me away for the weekend all the details were a surprise. We were all packed and ready to go.

We got in the car and started heading north. We stopped at the Big E (big agricultural fair.) We held hands and he ushered me around the fair, one hand on my bottom, and i put my hand in his back pocket. We laughed and kissed and acted like teenagers on a date. He took me on the Ferris wheel, when it got stranded at the top, He slid a hand into my sweater and took out my breast and bit my nipple. I blushed and pushed Him away. He looked at me sternly, "Princess, you are My property, don't push Me away." I blushed and giggled embarrassed as He fingered my wet pussy through my panties on the way down from the top of the Ferris wheel.

When we disembarked, i was hastily pushing my breast back into my bra and tugging down my skirt. I don't know if anyone noticed but i giggled and skipped ahead to the horse arena. He took me by the hand and we climbed into the stands. The sulky horses were just about to enter the ring. I am a city girl and know almost nothing about horses, but i do know about leather. Hubby whispered in my ear, "princess that shiny leather harness with the bells would look so pretty on your bare pink ass, i think we will need to get some patent leather straps with shiny bells just for your pretty tits."

I shuddered. My pussy started to leak in Pavlovian response to His teases. The stodgy couple in front of us turned around at my giggles, and my Man, just looked squarely back as if to say "What are you lookin at, Dude?" I was embarrassed but that was His point. He slid a hand under my skirt and snaked a finger into my panties and then pulled it out wet with my nectar and touched it to my nose then licked it clean as if He was savoring the best cake batter left in the bowl. The rest of the day i smelled my hungry musky smell.

We had lunch and then we got back into the car and drove north. We laughed and sang to the radio the whole way up to Vermont. When we got off the highway, the sun was glowing red on the golden leaves and he looked at me. I looked back self conscious, and shy. He shut the radio off and pulled off the road. "Baby, you are so fucking beautiful, i just want you, but I promised 10 hours of torture and I don't think you have even suffered for one." He pulled me close over the shifter and kissed me hard. He cupped a breast in one hand, "We are nearly there baby girl, and i want you so badly."

He turns the car into the most romantic little New England Inn i have ever seen. The outside is covered in Victorian gingerbread shingles and we are met by the inn keeper at the door. "You must be the happy couple on their 10th honeymoon." My face split into a huge smile. I was in complete shock by the surprise. The amount of planning He did to arrange all of this, the lovely inn, the friendly inn keeper, i just beamed happiness. Every pore of me alight with adoration for my Man. The inn keeper commented to me "Are you always this happy dear?" I blushed and gushed to my Man "Oh my god, You did awesome, oh my God, You are sooooo awesome!" He laughed and the inn keeper showed us around the lovely 150 year old house that was broken into 9 rooms.

All of the rooms were lovely, almost all had fire places. By this point i am wondering which one is ours. I had picked out my favorite; the pretty one with the big bed and the large ball in claw tub. Then the inn keeper guides us up one more flight of stairs to the "suite" he pushes open the door, and i am just thrust into the most beautiful room i have ever seen. The walls were peeked to the high to the ceiling and had large windows set in both sides of the high vaulted ceiling so there are vistas of the mountains on both sides. The leaves were changing color even more on the mountain, so the setting sun cast a golden orange glow over the landscape and soaked the large room with bright autumn light. In the center of the room is a huge cast iron four poster bed. I started jumping up and down, and giggling, "You are so awesome, You are so awesome!!!!!!" He laughed "princess, settle down"

Then the inn keeper showed us the bath, and that is when i started to cry. There is a huge whirlpool tub in a marble surround that is tucked into a gable where there is a large window that overlooks the town green. The inn keeper tells us that the glass is coated so no one can see in and winks at Hubby. Then, the inn keeper shows us to the "widows walk". A small cast iron spiral staircase that leads to the roof deck. The roof deck is set with cheese crackers and champagne for our arrival. The inn keeper leaves us up there to enjoy our snack. I start to gush. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" He laughs and pulls me to Him and kisses me between the breasts and holds me close. "You really like it, baby?" I look at him like He is mental and nod my head, at a complete loss of words. He coos into my ears as He kisses my neck, "I really love you, princess. I really, really do. "

Great Expectations

2009-09-24T19:24:00.003-04:00

This morning, He pulled me close, nuzzling His hard shaft to my round bottom. He bit my ear and husked softly into it "Princess, tomorrow, it's been ten years. Do you know what that means? It means I'm going to torture you tomorrow for ten hours just to be sure that you are still worth keeping"

I giggled and rolled over to face Him. He smiled and said, "baby, no cumming until I tell you to tomorrow. You understand Me. Right?" I nuzzled closer and pressed my bare body against His and giggled softly into His ear. Teasing him with my soft husky voice i crooned "if that's what you want and that's what you can stand, i'll be a good girl and keep my hands off myself."

He kissed my forehead and laughed. "You are such a slut, i love you" I giggled and he got out of bed. I sat up to watch his hard cock bobbing as i he walked to the shower.

When he got out, i was sitting in bed watching as he dressed for work. He turned to look at me. I was giggling and bubbly. "I want you to pack today. Pack the raunchiest outfit you own, but one you can go out in, and one just for me." He pointed to a pair of running shoes i left on the floor, "I don't want to see those. Be pretty and girly and sexy for Daddy, understand?"

My heart skipped beats when He said that, my body filled with desire and i got out of the bed and pressed my naked body against Him. I slid my fingers into his pants and curled my hand around his warm balls. He pulled my hand out forcefully, and slapped my bare ass. I could tell He was getting hard, I could tell by His smile when he slapped my bottom, i could tell by the look on his face when he said, "Don't disappoint me."

I shivered and started dressing, He was serious. He's on the wagon too it seems. I'm horny, excited and can't wait to see what tomorrow brings! I'm a little nervous about ten hours of torture though, but i can't wait to find out what it is!!

Does Sex Matter?

2009-08-21T20:18:00.003-04:00

Is there a time in a relationship when sex doesn't matter? I was talking to a friend recently and he said, "I have been married so long, I have forgotten why I have sex with my wife, so I don't." I gasped and looked at him oddly. He said to me, "you have been married for 10 years, don't you wonder?"

I was frankly gobsmacked and must have looked it. Sex matters. It matters a lot. I mean yeah in 10 years it has not always been great sex, but how else do you share your love and affection for eachother? How do you tell your partner non verbally that they matter if you don't touch?

I have another friend, he is unhappy with his marraige, he doesnt have sex with his wife anymore, becuase he cant stand her. I ask him, "how can you lay next to her in bed and not just want to fuck her even if you dont like her." He says he would prefer never to have sex again, than give her even a moment of pleasure because she makes his life such a living hell.

I have another friend, who says she isnt interested in sex, but she does it because she thinks her husband will leave if she doesnt. I agree with her. But how must that sex be? Why would he bother if she just does it so he will stick around.

Hot and Steamy

2009-08-11T09:37:00.007-04:00

The weather changed again, it's hot and vicious out of doors. The heat is balmy and clingy indoors. It makes us cranky, and fussy. Last night, it was even too hot without the air conditioning to watch TV in the living room. I begged, "please, i will be good, i will do whatever you want, watch whatever You want on the little TV in the bedroom if You let me sit in bed with You with the AC on...I will even watch Cops if You want." He laughed and followed me up to the bedroom where the AC was blasting cold dry air.

I flopped onto our big bed and lay with my legs spread, savoring the cold air, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as the breeze of the oscillating fan blew the skirt of my thin sundress up. I felt my nipples harden and rise and i closed my eyes in utter tranquility.

He turns on the TV and flips through the channels, i ignore him and his selection as i said i would. He can't seem to settles on anything then he shuts it off. I roll over onto my belly to feel the coolness on my back. He runs his fingertips over my back and then to my ass. He pinches it hard and says, this is the most spankable ass in the world and he pats it lightly with teasing strokes. I giggle and try to swat Him away. At this he gets out of bed and i ignore Him, relishing the cold on my body and the little glowing pain that His swats made on my bottom, I am really not in the mood, its too hot to fuck.

He gets back onto the bed and pulls my hands up over my back and cuffs them together with leather shackles that he attaches to each other with a big carabiener. He lifts my sundress over my ass and pulls down my panties to my thighs. I try to roll back to my side or back to see what he is doing, and he says teasingly "Princess, you promised, now be a good girl and stay still." He slides His fingers into my wet cunt and then wipes my own nectar on my nose. He turns me so my chin is near to the edge of the bed and smiles down at me.

He teases me, spreading my ass cheeks, and then lets them bounce closed. My hands still shackled behind me , He puts the hem of my dress in my hands and tells me to hold on to that so i don't get in his way. He parts my ass again and trails a finger from my opening up to my anus and presses His finger harder into my bottom. I wiggle and groan softly pushing my ass up off of the bed. He spanks my bottom hard "Stay fucking still girl!"

I do my best to obey. My skin is chilled and sticky from where the perspiration has dried and my nipples are painfully hard beneath me. He slaps rhythmically at my ass kneeling beside me. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I crave for Him to lean into me more to warm my cold skin. He runs a finger from my cunt up along my ass and then stops at my asshole presses against it and then continues the slide up my back to where my hands are shackled. With every inhale i smell my musk and i am very aroused now, it takes real will control not to grind down against the cool sheets.

He reaches over me to the drawer next to my bed and he takes out a tube of lube. I smell the pink smell of the lube as he squeezes a droplet onto his finger and rubs it over the entrance to my anus. He tests it with his finger pressing it into my bottom. He kneads my ass cheeks with his other hand and says softly "relax baby, let me in" i take a breath and go limp for him, and his finger easily slides into me. I feel the fullness immediately and i start to arch up toward His finger. He pushes my cuffed wrists down hard against my body "Stay fucking still!"

I am frustrated and needy. I want Him. I am not in the mood to be obedient and that's what is such a thrill for Him. He knows it hard for me to be patient now. With his finger in my ass. He kneads my ass hard with the other hand, pinching it and massaging it. I relax into the massage and when i am fully limp and plyant to Him, he pulls his finger from my as starts spanking with both hands. Slap, SLAP... Slap, SLAP, One cheek then the other. After a while, the spanks hurt, and my body is hot and damp, i am gripping the hem of my dress in my sweating palms behind me and i shudder with each slap and i try to wriggle away.

He stops slapping at me for a moment and kneels across my knees, resting his weight on my calves. He resumes. Slap slap slap! I clench my ass and i say in my head "You cant hurt me, You cant hurt me" so that i dont flinch, i close my eyes and steady myself to the rythum of his slaps. He pauses "are you ok baby?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Have you had enough now, princess?"

"only if You have, Daddy."

With that, He laughs, "what a good fucking slut i have." He massages my sore red ass saying " no fun it it if you dont mind." He lifts up my ass and kisses the sore red cheeks and slips a pilllow under my hips. I become excited. He parts my ass cheeks again and presses his finger into my still lubed asshole. Then he adds more lube and slides in another finger. I am doing all i can not to buck up toward him when He pulls out His finger and gets off of me.

He stands in front of my face when He drops His shorts and places his cock on my cheek. "What do you want, princess?" I stay as still as possible and speak into His shaft. "I want your cock please, Daddy. I want to put it into my mouth and suck You off unitl You cum down my throat."

I see his hard cock twitching in front of me, and He makes a raspy sound in His throat. but He says "sorry girl, not today" He slaps my face with His cock. I am so fucking frustrated now, i just want to have it! I am becoming more annoyed with each pat of his cock on my cheek, and i am starting to chill again from the freezing air conditioner. He can see it in the lines of my body. He slides a hand over my face and presses his cock against my cheek. "poor baby, wants a cock" He teases me. I open my mouth and turn my head to take his cock. He grips my hair and holds my head still as he slaps my face with his cock. He presses his balls into my nose and strokes his cock. I am irritated. I am feeling disobedienent and i know i wont win. But i want HIM!!! I want that cock. I am frustrated now, competely. It seems the more annoyed and fractious i become the more aroused He becomes.

His balls pressed to my nose smell of that earthy musk that is particular to HIm combined with my own scent he wiped on my nose. I stick out my tongue and lap at his swaying balls as he jerks his cock over my head. He leans forward wiping the precum on my face and steps away. I close my eyes in utter disgruntaled defeat.

He kneels at my feet leaning over my back and squeezes more lube into my ass and slides his fingers back into my asshole. Pressing hard now. He climbs over me and parts my ass cheeks and stradles my ass. He guides his cock into me. Slowly, i feel myself parting to take his girth and i try to arch away from his intrusion. He is too big for my bottom. His thickness is painful, and i feel him trying to control himself so he doesnt push too fast and hurt me.

He is soothing now, gentling me, he knows how frustrated he made me. He unclips the carabiener holding my shackled hands and they drop limply to the bed. "Baby, relax, let me in, i need to feel your tight asshole around me. Please baby, do it this for me." I take in slow deep breaths and He pushes slowly lubing his passage until he is as deep into me as i can take Him. He grunts "Oh My Fuckign God, baby. I am not sure i can do this. You are too tight... you are too fucking tight." I hear Him and tell myself to relax more. Its so painful, but it feels so good. So full so increadibly full. He sits straddling my tender ass cheeks, not moving and he starts to back up. I yelp, "NO!" not in pain but in fear he will take his cock away and i wont have it anymore. I buck back up toward his retreating cock. "Its ok baby, you can have my cock now, i promise i wont take it away"

I shudder finally relaxing losing my anger and i move with Him. My ass can take Him. He slides his thick cock in and out of me. Slowly at first but then he quickly gains speed when he feels me relenting to him, i am on the verge of cumming. I need His orgasm.

When he is in my ass, i feel like i have two pussies, one that he is fucking and one that is about to cum. It's totally surreal. Supernatural almost having two cunts. I feel Him throbbing and i buck hard up toward Him grunting into the soft sheets. He askes if i am ready. I scream "YES! PLEASE!"

"NOW!" A short bark of a command sends me reeling. I am screaming shuddering bucking hard against his impaling cock, and pressing my drooling pussy against the sheets. I feel a spasm, not sure if it is Him or me, and then he pulls out in one fast stroke and coats my buttox with his seed, then shoves his cock back into my open asshole. I am screaming into the pillows now. Rocking back and forth and cumming in waves. My ass is slick and his cock slides in easily now. He flops onto my back panting and jerking his hips into me. With each shudder of his hips i am whimpering groaning and convulsing against Him.

He slips his spent tool out of me and rolls off of me to lays aside me wrapping a leg up over my hip. He kisses my sweaty forehead and smiles at me. "Baby, you are so fucking impatient." I laugh and close my eyes feeling his body close and i start to chill again.

Home At Last

2009-08-08T15:38:00.003-04:00

I know it has been such a long time my loyal faithful followers, but this poor girl has been so busy. I have been traveling with work and then i was on vacation with the family. All of that has put a dent in my horny blogging. I am so very sorry for keeping you in suspense for so long. I only have time today for a short little tease, but i promise to be more diligent about blogging soon!

So my faithfuls, what shall i tell you about, how about sex on the beach. So sorry, there is none in my recent history to tell you about. So let me talk very briefly about needs. On the vacation tight quarters made actual shagging difficult, but whilst away, sitting at a campfire with the Man, He pulled my folding chair closer to his and put my hand on his hard cock. There were other people around so i wasn't allowed to stroke Him and suckle Him as i would if we were alone. I would have gladly, gotten to my knees and sucked him off out doors in front of the fire, or stroked Him with my hand until He came, but, never with children about.

Later, we lay in our small bed, listening to the waves on the beach, and He whispers to me "princess, i want to spank your ass so hard right now. I want to do it in the rhythm of the surf" i snuggle close and giggle softly into His ear as His fingers slide under my thin night dress. He doesn't slap my ass because there are children sleeping in the next room, a thin sheet of wainscoting between us. He slides a finger into me and bites my ear reminding me to be very quiet. He presses His hard cock against me and growls into my ear, "this is so hard for you isn't it, princess?"

I nod my head in the darkness and He bites my bottom lip, "no talking, baby, keep quiet" I gasp as His finger strokes my g-spot and i wrap my legs around His hips. He wriggles into me and i feel His big thick cock throbbing when he enters me. It has been days and i am sooo tight. He gasps softly and I moan into His ear, "fucccccckkkkhhhhhhh" It feels so good, we are moving in silence and i wrap my legs high on his hips, pulling him down to me. I shudder biting my palm so not to scream. I need Him so much, i want Him to make me His, turn me over slap my ass and make me beg for Him.

He smells of woodsmoke, chlorine, the misty salt air and the ocean. He leans down, takes a nipple into his mouth, and tugs it hard, i writhe up against him arching higher so that my breast is nearer to His sucking mouth. Then he lets it go with a soft pop and it bounces back against my chest. He grunts softly bucking harder against me, i feel the walls of the little cabin we are in flexing to the motion of His thrusts. The crashing of the surf seems to be too slow now, I put my hands onto his shoulders and i hear him in a hazy dream "cum now" I shudder arching up against Him and i feel Him throbbing and pulsing inside of me.

I let out a tiny squeak of pleasure and pant breathlessly against His chest. He slumps onto me, and moans softly, "fuck baby, i need more"

We both came, but we were both left wanting more, the freedom to make love as noisily and as long as we both wanted. Vacation sex, is not always as good as the vacation.

Tour De France

2009-07-20T14:54:00.005-04:00

My Man looks at me whilst sitting next to Him and smiles, "Baby, I love you." I giggle at this spontaneous outburst of affection, i snuggle into Him on the sofa and purr against His chest. He knows i love Him, even when He is grumpy. He has the remote in His hand and starts to surf for a new channel. I got to the floor and sit with my head resting on his lap. It is hot in the house, snuggling is sticky and uncomfortable, the cool wooden floor feels nice sometimes on my sticky flesh. He puts His hand in my hair and strokes it absently. His cotton shorts are cool against my face. He puts the Tour De France on. I am thoroughly bored by the commentary. I look up at Him, he feels my eyes on His and He strokes my hair as he watches the race. I rest my cheek against his crotch and i feel it growing. He pretends to ignore me, but i feel His bulge. I know what He wants.

I slide my hands slowly into the legs of his shorts. He looks at me in mock surprise and i look up at Him. He laughs, "such a horny slut I have. Can't a man watch a race without being mauled." I giggle. It's hot in the room, I am bored, and we are alone. I lean forward and rest my palms flat on His thighs. I look at Him, asking permission to touch him, with my eyes. He opens his fly and teases, "You want this don't you, princess?" I nod and smile and press my cheek to the head of His cock. He grins down at me and then looks back at the television Pretending to ignore me again.

My hands are still on His muscular thighs. I feel them hard and powerful under my flat palms. I can feel the tension in His legs. I watch His face as i lower my head and breath on the tip of His cock. He smiles and continues to watch the television. I look down at His cock, and it bobs as if looking for the mouth that my breath came from. I stick out my pink tongue and He glances down at me. Grinning He strokes my hair , not pulling me toward Him and not pushing me away, an impartial gesture. I smell His cock now, earthy and hot, it stands erect against His belly and He looks down at me again teasing, "You really want My cock don't you baby? You want to suck on My big dick?"

"Yes Please, Please can i have a taste of your cock?" I press my soft , firm, round breasts to His balls.

He reaches down and grips my breast hard, and smiles down at me. He fingers my taut nipple through my shirt and bra. With His other the other hand he rubs the head of His cock onto my face. I smile and open my mouth as a pearl of precum forms at the tip and then slowly trickles down over the head as He holds His cock in front of me. "Look baby, you missed a drop." I giggle with excitement, at being allowed to touch His cock with my lips. I press my flat pink tongue to His shaft and then trace the track that the droplet of precum made, until His fleshy head is on my tongue. I look up at Him again, my tongue flat on his cock and he smiles, "It's OK, princess. You can have my cock if you want," He pets my head, "good asking, pet." He looks down at me for a long moment, and then says, "Baby, take your shirt off. I want to see My girl's big pretty titties."

I wriggle out of my t-shirt and unclasp my bra and shimmy out of it. He smiles as my breasts rest on his thighs. I help him tug down His shorts and He settles back into the sofa. I smile up at Him. He pets my hair absently again. His cock is standing for me, it appears to be posing for me. I lean forward and kiss the tip lovingly, caressing it with my lips and tongue. He glances down at me but says nothing. I take His shaft into my hands in prayer position and slide my palms down His long, rigid shaft.

He wraps His calves around my back pulling me toward Him. He reaches down and fingers one of my nipples. Playing idly with it. He pinches it and then lets it go. He watches me, as i flatten my tongue and press it to the head of His cock. I slowly lap down the shaft as another drop of precum rolls over the head and onto my lips, i lick it greedily into my mouth and savor it. He smiles and i hear the TV remote fall to the floor. He smiles and watches me make love to His cock. I bury my face into His balls, smelling His musk and then wash them with my tongue. Gently, i suck his balls one by one into my lips to push them out again. He grunts softly at me and curls his fingers into my dark curls, pressing me into His balls. I love my Man's testicles, they hang low and loose when its warm like this.

I slide my tongue up over His shaft again, nibbling gently at it with my lips as if i am eating corn on the cob. I milk another drop up from his shaft with my hand and watch it fall over the head then i catch it in my eager lips. His fingertips are still curled gently into my hair, and i grin up at Him, feeling the pressure of his desire against the back of my head. I continue to make love to His cock worship the shaft and feel it on my face. I use one hand and paint my face with His oozing precum. My face is sticky and hot from his nectar and he looks down at me. He says, "smile for me baby, i want to see you" I look up at him smiling brightly and he gasps. That nearly inaudible hitch in his breathing that makes me know He is enjoying me. He whispers. "Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot like that." I giggle and look at Him. My eyes locked on His as His cock disappears slowly into my mouth. He makes that sound again.

I feel his cock start to throb. He grips my hair harder and pushes me farther onto Him. He is getting impatient. I never get impatient when i have a cock in my hands and mouth. He thrusts His cock against my throat and grunts. "Fuck baby, you make me crazy" I hear him, and continue to suckle and caress His cock in my mouth and make love to his balls by cupping them in my hand and snuggling them against my chin just as slowly as before.

He grunts and grips my hair pulling me off of him. I feel his cock throbbing, He is trying to stay in control, to wait. I smile up at Him. I don't rush or complain, i just keep my fingers wrapped loosely around His shaft and cupped around His balls. He curls His fingers into my skull, massaging gently and looks at me, with a look of mingled need, pleasure and frustration. He shakes his head in small motions back and forth, as if he is deciding something. I watch all of this and then lean back down to kiss his drooling cock. he pulls me away sharply. "Fuck baby, if you touch me i will cum." He shakes his head and a reverent tone he asks "What are you doing to me?"

He doesn't sound angry. He sounds more amazed and frustrated that He lost control. He pulls me up. I am standing in front of him, he grunts at my shorts. I understand what He wants. He pulls me onto His lap and slides his long hard cock into my pussy. He holds me there. I am still, not grinding, not really moving, just holding His cock in me. I feel him throb in me. He starts to thrust very slowly, very gently moving me on His shaft. He pulls me to Him, He kisses me hard on the mouth then he takes one of my breasts and holds it in His mouth, sucking too hard. It hurts and will leave a bruise. But he doesn't care right now. He needs me. He needs to have me how he wants.

I feel His cock becoming bigger and throbbing more. The fat swollen head of his cock slides past my g-spot with each stroke. He lifts me back and forth on him with his hands on my ass. I am nearly screaming with pleasure and need. I want him so badly!
He pulls me close and whispers in my ear. "cum for me princess...."

That's all it takes, i am weeping, sobbing, with desire and want. My body spasms over Him, milking His cock with my loins, orgasm ripples through me. I look down to see He is gritting His teeth. Holding back. When i am finished I slump onto His chest. He smiles at me. He pushes me off of him, I scream as his cock exits my swollen soaking pussy, and shudder in an aftershock.

He grunts "...On your knees please baby, i wanna see you covered in my cum" I leap to the opportunity and kneel in front of his sticky, distended cock. I gently wrap my lips around his cock and suckle my juices off of him, groaning and cooing softly as i do. He thrusts his hips up toward my mouth and i feel Him throbbing. He is lost, totally out of control now. He grips me by the hair, and pulls my mouth off of His spurting cock with an audible "POP"

He holds His cock in his hand and sprays my face with his seed. He uses the head of his cock to work the creamy seed into my face and then he rests his head back panting and grunting. "Fuck baby, what the hell do you do to me. I fucking love you."
He looks down at me drowsily, "let me see you princess. Let me see what a slut you are."

I giggle self consciously, feeling like a slut as He weakly strokes my hair smiling at me. My face covered in his seed. He presses my sticky face to his belly, caressing me weakly and goes back to watching the bike race on TV.

Sacrament

2009-07-19T15:54:00.005-04:00

Ooh it has been so long since i told my lovely followers of my love for cum. I had a pleasant conversation very recently where i was asked, "so you love cum that much?"

My response, my loyal readers is, Yes. I love the knowledge of His desire and watching the power of his need on His face and spurting from His cock when His cum pulses from his throbbing member. I love milky texture and the tangy taste He gives to me. I derive total satisfaction in His orgasm.

For me, a Man's cum is nectar of the gods. I worship it on my knees. I love it, and want to behold it. Cum is is the purest essence of a man. His love and passion and his need and desire all spilled onto me. Drizzled or squirted upon me. I am like an alter for His offering. His chalice to hold his sacrifice. I as, His vessel am the one that is used to bring forth his spirit and make me whole, the sacrament.

My dear readers, do you see now more of why i revere a man and his cock so. How i feel no shame at worshiping his member and the nectar he produces? Can you understand why, being covered in his seed makes me so happy. Why it is that when i hear his final grunts and watch his cum spew forth i am blissful?

It is my desire, my sincerest wish to be the one who gives such pleasure to a Man. If my writing does that for you, please tell me. I love such compliments. Until the next time...

Rainy Day

2009-07-09T09:18:00.003-04:00

It hasn't stopped raining in days. I sit on the sofa watching the long tracks of the rain slipping down the glass door like tears. I stand up and look up at the gray sky, I step away from the door pacing restlessly and then flop back onto the sofa next the Man. He looks at me, and i get up again a few moment later and look out the window again He says "you are pacing like a restless animal running from window to window. " I grunt and say "i am just watching the rain." He pats the seat next to Him and i sit again but only for a moment. Then i get up again, to watch the rain. He shuts off the television and stands up and leaves the room, a streak of lightning parts the gray sky and i shudder involuntarily.

He comes back into the room, "If you are bored, entertain me" I giggle and look at Him and reach for the TV remote. He grins, and tosses high heeled sandals at my feet, "Get undressed, leave your panties on and put those shoes on." I look at Him like He's lost His mind, but then i smile and do what he says. He returns to his seat on the sofa and watches me as I slide my denim shorts down my tanned legs making sure to take my time at it. I grin as i pull my white t-shirt up over my head and wiggle out of it. I lean forward showing off my ample cleavage as i take my bra off.

I lean over feeling foolish now in just my white panties and high heeled sandals standing in my own living room. He lifts and finger and swirls it, wordlessly telling me to spin for Him. I do. I slowly spin around watching his face as he smiles. His hand moves to his shorts and massages His crotch through the fabric. He tells me to wait here, he gets up again and goes to the laundry room and out to the garage, and runs upstairs then down again. He returns with a canvas grocery bag. I look at Him slightly afraid, and slightly amused as he rummages in His sack and takes out two plastic clothes pins and smiles as he sees my face. I am aroused and surprised, this isn't like Him. If i was to describe my Man, spontaneous is not a word that comes to mind.

He stands in front of me, his fingers trail down my bare neck and shoulder then down my arms. He leans close to my ear and whispers, "princess, wanna play?" i giggle and nod my head. He kisses my neck, "good." He slides the red plastic clothes pin down my neck and over the round curve of my large breast and then when he gets to the nipple, He smiles and teases me for a moment. Then he lifts my breast with his one hand, places my nipple to his lips and i gasp in pleasure, then He bites it hard, making sure my nipple is erect he snaps the clothes pin onto it. He repeats this slow torture on the other breast.

He steps back to admire His handy work. Then he sits back onto the sofa and tells me to bounce my titties for Him. I bend low at the knee and bounce up so that my tits sway and the pins bob up and down. I waggle my hips and sway back and forth so that my breasts move in an undulating rhythm before Him. I feel very silly and exposed dancing this way for Him. He laughs and pushes at my breasts with both hands so they clap together with a fleshy slap. He continues to play with me like this and then tells me to stand up straight.

He reaches into His bag again pulling out long coil of rope. The rope is one i have seen many times, its His "bitch" rope. It is soft green cotton rope that is about a thumb in thickness. He uncoils the rope and finds the center, he lifts my arms, and wraps the center of it under my breasts then he criss crosses my cleavage and wraps it around my back then he laces my breasts up each coil of the rope touching the previous one, so my breasts are bound to each other and around fully by the rope. i look down as he works wrapping me like that, its beautiful. The stark contrast of my white flesh and the bright green my tits are held away from my body by the stiff ropes and my nipples are still pinched with the red plastic pins that jut away from my body. Every so often one gets in his way and he flicks at it and i shudder.

I feel the softness of the rope on my skin as he binds my large breasts tighter and tighter, i watch as he makes a platform out my breasts and then when he is done he ties the ends of the rope together and puts it over my head like a halter so that my breasts are sticking straight forward. I feel rigid in this position and i reach up to touch the round red balls at the end of the laced ropes which are my breasts. He swats my hands away and ties them behind me with the tails of the ropes that are hanging down my back.

He steps back and admires His work and i look down and see He is fully hard now. He reaches forward and plucks the clips off my nipples in a fast click. I let out a loud high scream. My shoulders are pressed back and he smiles. He steps back again and looks at me for a moment and pulls my long hair out of the band that is holding it in a pony tail and he grins. A crack of thunder makes me jump and i look out the window. He leans in close to me and says softly, "princess, you will look so pretty all wet. " He pulls me by the hair to the sliding sliding glass doors. He says i want you to go outside now, pet." His hand is on his cock and he is stroking it through his shorts. The air in the room is still and humid and the air from the open door is cooler and wetter. I am terrified now, the neighbors don't know what we are into, i mean, i am on the P.T.A. I feel that trickle of humiliation and terror flood over me. He knows what i am thinking, but he smiles and pushes me outside. I stand there on the deck lamely wearing my white panties, high heels and bondage rope, in view of whoever else may be out there. (Unlikely in this weather)

I am feeling very bound as the rain falls over my shoulders wetting my hair, the smell of ozone tingles in my nostrils and i suck in deeply telling myself to "relax". I can't see through the glass into the darker room, so I stand there, for what seems like forever and He comes outside in a raincoat and smiles down at me. My nipples are hard from the bondage and my exposed breasts are turning a bright red. I am shivering and my hair is streaming with rain. He stands behind me caressing me and guides my fingers to his cock and he starts unlacing me. His lips are on my neck as he removes His ropes. freeing me. I no longer restless or wanting to pace, i want to be held and taken and reminded that i am His.

As the blood rushes back into my tits i feel a shudder of relief and i just want his cock. He takes my wet hair into his hand and grips it in his fist turning my face to his and kisses me hard. "you look so pretty all wet and bound like that, i just wanted to shoot my load all over the window looking at you, but you are such a good girl, i think you deserve it." A sensation of bliss takes over me. I no longer feel cold or wet or bound, i just feel Him. My focus narrows and i become only His.

He leads me back inside and gives me a fluffy towel warm from the dryer, and lays me on the couch. He pulls down my soaking panties and feels my soft mound with His fingers. "princess, you smell like sex, did you like that? did you like how i tied you up?" I smile and massage my sore breasts in my fingers and say "yes. Sir."He continues to finger my wanting pussy leaning down to kiss me and tender caress my sore red breasts. I grind my hips against his working fingers, "that's a good girl" he croons as he pulls His fingers out of me and puts them to my lips. I suck them greedily tasting myself on His fingers.

Then He lowers His mouth to my cunt and i arch up, bite my bottom lip and close my eyes so not to cum. I shudder pressing my wet pussy to His mouth as He devours me, suckling at me, and making me writhe with want and need. He presses his fingers back into me and he lifts his head looks at my face and, then He says it, softly but firmly "Cum, Now,princess." I arch and buck my hips off of the sofa and writhe as my cunt grips at his fingers. My entire body quivering with my orgasm, i scream and put my hand to my mouth to dampen my screams, i lay panting, quivering, from the orgasm He gave me and he pulls his fingers from my oozing cunt.

He pats his wet fingers on my mound of Venus, and then wipes His wet fingers in my hair. The smell of my pussy is pungent and fills the humid room. He turns me over and tells me to get to my knees. He grips my fleshy ass cheek with his fingers and spreads my bottom open. With one hand on my ass, He presses a finger into my pussy again, then He leans over and opens His bag again and pulls out a midsized butt plug, and wets it in my pussy then slides it slowly into my ass. I relax so that it slides all the way up and in and he pats it with his hand. "You are such a good fucking slut, I need to fuck you now, princess. I want you to feel so fucking full you are going to explode."

I feel that ripple of pleasure through me as i hear him unzip His shorts and lets them fall. He puts a finger into my wet cunt again and traces it along my back, painting me with my own nectar. He dips the finger into me again, and then touches it to my nose, so that i smell my own musk. Again, he dips the finger into me and then feeds it to me off his finger and then in one fast unexpected thrust he pushes the entire length of his cock into my cunt. My ass is so full and now i can feel his cock pressing against the thin layer of flesh between my rectum and pussy making both feel so fucking good, i buck against him, wanting to bury his cock so deep in me. I feel perfectly HIS. I am His, He takes me, fills me and uses me hard.

He moves slowly, crooning at me, "princess, your fucking cunt feels so good..... you are so tight...., what a good slut i have.... such a tight cunt.... such a pretty little cunt." He stops talking and then he bucks hard against me, and holds my hips pulling him to me. I am shuddering slapping my ass against his cock with every stroke, and it bottoms out with a wet slap, each time. He pauses, and grunts roughly, "Baby, i am gonna fill your cunt so fucking much," He grunts pushing his cock into me over and over with that resounding wet slap. Then he starts slapping my ass hard with his hand as he thrusts into me, i am oblivious to pain now, all i feel is FULL and in need of cumming again, i am quivering and supple to his strokes, i feel every throb and thrust of his cock as if it were my own, and then finally i see a white heat and feel his cock throbbing relentlessly as he pushes toward me one more time, He erupts into me, His cock spasming in me.

I rock back on my haunches, almost sitting on Him. He rolls me forward and pulls his cock out, and i scream. "NOOOOoooooooo" then in one fast stroke he shoves it back in and holds me there. I hold him deep in me writhing, panting and screaming with my own orgasm as i spurt my own nectar all over him. He is still for a moment and His cock is still tight in me. He rolls me forward and pulls out of me. He lays slumped on top of me.

As i come back to myself, i blink looking around the bright room then over at the window, and see that the rain has stopped and the sky is clearing, the whole yard is still wet but has that fresh clean look as things do after a hard rain.

Dungeon princess

2009-07-02T15:03:00.013-04:00

"Princess, I have a surprise for you." He led me to the cross in the center of the dusky room. I felt the terror creeping through my body and i started to giggle and resist, i pulled my arm away from His and felt my breath run cool in my chest.

He looked at me, sternly, "Princess, obey" I started to giggle and said something sassy in response. "Don't you trust Me?" His voice had that tremor of hurt in it. I giggled, "i did until a few minutes ago."

He looked at me hard, assessing me, He looked at His feet and said sadly "let's go then."

I hurt Him. I didn't mean to, but i did. I was sorry, He wanted this to be fun for me. I took a breath and stopped laughing. "I am sorry, Sir. Yes, i trust You, always."

He pointed at me, at my sundress, "off" He was nervous too. This was our first time in the rented dungeon. I looked at Him, and reminded myself in my head, "submit, girl, submit, you are His property, He will take care of you, submit, it will be o.k." I sang these words in my head as a mantra. Over and over, "submit, submit, submit"

He smiled at me weakly at first then he just stood there watching me. He watched as i stood there in the cool humid air, my nipples under my white lace bra hard and attentive. He watched as my breathing slowed, and he saw me slipping into His control. I shifted from foot to foot, and He stepped closer to me, He leaned down to whisper into my ear, "You are fine princess, trust Me."

The mantra i kept singing my head "submit, submit submit...." played over and over again with each breath i slowed and felt the air become thicker and looked around again. I saw the shine of the buckle on the cross, i saw the hooks on the walls that held assorted Gothic looking implements, i saw the line of red paint that was uneven on the wall and the faux brass rivets on the spanking horse in the corner. The dark room seemed suddenly bright and the details of it stuck out in my head, but the edges of the reality of it were starting to haze. He pushed me gently toward the cross. I stepped up to it, my whiteness, the whiteness of my panties and bra, the femininity of my shoes seemed to contrast in his dark dungeon. He saw it too, he smiled at the juxtaposition of me nearly naked and pure in this room designed for the dirtiest of kinks.

He took my hand in His and kissed my knuckles gently. Then He lifted it to the arm of the cross, a shudder of panic rippled down my spine and into my loins, as i felt the clasp of the buckle tighten around my wrist. Then the other hand. I looked at Him, and the palpable fear that washed over me, knowing that i couldn't get away if i wanted to now pricked over me. It was up to trust.

"Submit. Submit. Submit...." the words came to me again and again i became pliant to Him. I wouldn't feel any pain, until He wanted me to. I was His. Entirely. I left myself to become His. I was entirely free. I faced the wall. He asked me if i wanted to be blindfolded, then i felt the soft leather of a blindfold over my face. He tugged my collar gently to remind me what I am. I knew it already, I am His. Then i felt the soft tendrils of a flogger on my bottom, and his hand kneading my fleshy ass. He held me from behind, and held my breasts. Gripping them hard over my bra. He pulled one of my round white breasts out over the top of my bra. I couldn't see as he pinched the pink nipple in his fingertips, harder and harder until i squirmed. He moved in close "good girl" He hissed in my ear. Those words that send a shiver through me.

I wanted to obey more. My arms were starting to ache, and reminded myself "pain is good, whatever he wants i am...submit"He held Himself close to me, and thrust His hips at me. He was self conscious being in a rented room. But no one would disturb us. He was still clothed, fully. He pulled my panties down. He pressed two fingers into my dripping cunt and whispered to me "princess, you are all wet. you like this don't you?"

I nodded and started to giggle. He spanked my bare ass with his hand a few times, i felt the blossom of pain rising through me and into my loins. With his fingers still in me, He slapped my bottom over and over with His hand, until my bottom was on fire and i was grinding against His hand. He pressed Himself against me so that i could feel his hard cock through his jeans against my bare hip. I wanted Him, i would have done anything for Him at that moment. I begged Please please please can i have You. He bit my ear and told me "be a patient girl."

My feet ached and so did my arms. The pain was starting to seep into my subspace and i was starting to become uncomfortable and aware. I asked Him to release my arms. He did, and i learned be careful what you wish for. He pulled the spanking horse from the corner and he told me to lean over it. He took my bra off and i felt the sticky vinyl cover of it soft on my bare belly and tits. I shuddered as He bound my hands and feet to the legs of it. I am short but i had to be on tippy toes so i could have my hands in position for the straps. I was bent low, with my ass high. He took the blind fold off so i could watch him take a paddle off the wall.

The fear riveted through me again, He reminded me of the safe word and put the blind fold back on. I flinched and screamed when i heard the air whistle past the paddle. Then the light tap on my bottom made me waggle. He laughed, "it's all in your head, princess" I started singing in my head again, "submit...submit...submit." i relaxed again, as stroke after stroke of the paddle on my ass left me wet with tears.

I couldn't move except to waggle my bottom at Him which made Him laugh and spank me again with the paddle. Each blow made a blossom of heat rise through my ass into my chest and down to my loins. It hurt so much, but it felt so fucking good. I thought i would burn up. I thought about the safe word, but ooh fuck, i didn't want to say it. I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't let Him better me, there is such power in submission. Then when i couldn't take anymore and i was panting with the effort of staying in that position, tears and perspiration slipping off my cheeks. He rubbed my bottom with soothing lotion and massaged hard it into my sore ass crooning "what a good girl, what a good fucking girl I have, what a good little slut" He slid a finger into my eager throbbing cunt and then one in my ass. He slid them in back and forth and whispered, "that's a good girl, cum for Daddy." i screamed and writhed against my restraints over and over, every single pore of my body throbbing with my orgasm. A white heat flooded over me as i came and i felt every single part of me prickle with release.

He untied me and helped me stretch. Gently He put a cushion under me and sat me on the floor with my head in His lap. He sat in a ridiculous throne made from wood and painted in gold gilt. It had a red crushed velvet cushion and He rested my head between his legs. He pet my hair and let me rest against Him. I reached up i took His cock out of His jeans. I needed to feel Him, to know i had pleased Him. He smiled down at me, and let me have Him. I took Him gently into my lips and hands, feeling his long thick shaft slide into my throat. I held Him there, resting hard and throbbing in my throat and slowly lifted up. Suckling His cock into my lips slowly with each stroke, taking my time to pleasure Him. He curled His fingers into my hair and held me down for a moment too long, i lifted up, gasping. I curled my fingers around His balls tenderly caressing Him, milking Him. Then He gently drove my head back down onto His hard cock, over and over in a torturous rhythm, up and back, up and back. Gulping His cock deeper and deeper into my throat, until He held me down again and then, gripped at my hair and pulled me off, as he shot his sticky seed all over my face.

He hadn't thought to bring anything to clean up with so he wiped my face on my panties and put them sticky with my nectar and his cum in his pocket. He helped me put my dress back on, my arms were too sore to lift over my head. He was gentle with me. Kissing at my neck and biting at me gently as He dressed me. He teased me and played with my nipples as he put my bra on me. I stood there in my white sun dress and He smiled at me. The contradiction of what had happened in that dark Gothic room juxtaposed against my pure virginal dress made Him smile. He still laughs about it, if only people knew what His girl was really like.

Good Morning

2009-06-23T13:04:00.001-04:00

So it happened this morning that i was awoken in the most delightful way. In a foggy dream-like state my Man's voice came to me through the haze of sleep, "Princess, I am horny and need to leave soon for work." As His fingers gently pull my head toward the edge of the bed i look up to see Him standing over me, His trousers are open and His cock is in His hand. I look at Him, and smile weakly up at Him. He smiles down at me, "You are such a good girl. Baby, I don't have much time." He says this as His hand slides over His cock and pats the purple tip His cock against my cheek. I smile lazily up at Him and open my mouth, wanting Him to guide His long cock into my lips. He slips His fingers into my hair and caresses my scalp with His strong finger tips.

"Baby, I have been reading your blog. See what you did to me?" I nod and giggle sleepily and open my mouth wider. He says, "No, pet, I want to cum on your face today, to remind you that you are MY girl." I nod silently and reach out my arm to pull His hips toward me. He pushes my hand gently aside and smiles at me. He shakes His cock over my face so that a drop of pre-cum falls on my cheek. I feel the warm wet droplet rolling toward my open lips and i open my mouth to catch it with my tongue. As i tastes His nectar, I feel and hear the lurid wet slapping of His cock on my hollow cheek and i close my eyes again.

Then i hear Him pull open the drawer next to my bed. He puts a vibrator into my hand. With one hand on His cock He pulls the blankets aside and exposes my bare breasts and my white cotton panties. He pulls the panties aside and directs me to presses the vibrator against my pussy. "I want to watch you pet. I want to watch you make yourself hot for Me."

I part my legs, and slide the vibrator between my already moist lips and stroke it slowly up from the entrance to my clit. I arch my hips up toward His hand which is pulling my white panties aside. I roll my hips toward Him. He laughs, His raucous bawdy laugh, "No, princess, you get nothing from Me, show Me how much you want Me." He slaps my cheek with His hard cock, it bounces from my cheek and i watch as the beautiful, purple head arcs toward my face and slaps my cheek again and again. THWAT... THWAT... TWHAT with each stroke of His cock against my face. I tighten my cheeks so that the sound changes. It turns from a lurid wet sound to that of a hollow drum THUNK, THUNK, THUNK.

"Show Me My pussy, show Me how much you love MY cock." I arch up and whisper "please" so softly its just a breath, barely a word, more like a sound. My Man knows what i want. He knows i cannot resist His cock in so near my lips. He takes his hand from my panties and i slide my panties down past my fuzzy mound. I slip my finger into my wet entrance then over my clit, showing Him how much i want Him. I show Him how His arousal makes me so wet and needy for Him.

He smiles down a me, His cock still in His one hand , with His other hand, He curls His fingers into my hair pulling my face to His downy pubis. He presses my nose into His balls. His curly russet hair is moist, He smells of soap and the musky smell that is particular to Him. His balls are soft against my lips, i stick out my tongue to taste Him and He pulls my head away from Him. I grunt. He smiles down at me playfully, "You want Daddy's balls, princess?" I am still very near Him, his pubic hair tickles my lips when i respond "Yes, please"

"Tell Me what you want, say it!" He likes when i talk dirty to Him, He likes to hear me beg.

"Please, Daddy, Please let me taste Your balls."

He teases me, His fingers grip harder in my hair, it's a game, i know it, so does He. "Is that really what you want, princess?"

"I want You to fuck my mouth please. Please Daddy, put Your big fucking cock into my lips and use my mouth. Please, i promise to be good."

"My, dear, little, slut, you will be good no matter what I do to you. I know you will. Now open your fucking mouth so I can use My little horny slut."

I open my mouth and He shoves His fully hard cock into my lips and i gasp, gagging on his long tool. He fucks my mouth for just a few strokes, pulls His throbbing tool out of my mouth. His cock drips pre-cum and my spittle. He rubs it all over my lips like He is painting lipstick onto me then on my bare tits coating me with His sticky nectar. I have the vibrator going between my legs, i am sooo ready to cum. But i don't dare cum without His permission. He smiles down at me, and strokes His drooling cock over my face, splashing me with pre-cum. He reaches down and grips a nipple hard into His hand and smiles at me one last time. He strokes His cock onto my face pressing the tip into my soft cheek with each stroke.

"Princess, ask Me for your gift."

I perk to attention and beg for all i am worth "PLEASE can i have Your cum! Please cum on my face, please! I will take it all, i wont move i promise."

He thrusts His hips toward my face and with one hand on the back of my head, With His other hand He strokes His cock. Then with one final stroke He pulls my face toward His cock and thrusts His hips as His cock erupts. His hips buck into My face so that His cock spews His hot creamy load onto my cheeks, lips and forehead.

He looks down at me. Satisfied He puts the tip of His spent tool into my lips and i sip the last drops gently from His tip. He strokes my head. "You are such a good girl princess, I love you but I need to go to work now. Don't wash your face until I call you, but you can cum if you want." He reaches down with a knuckle and smears His cum over my lips. I part my lips and suck his salty finger into my mouth and savor the taste of His cum on my lips. He strokes my cheek gently with His hand, sending the congealing cum sliding over my neck and into my hair and over my tits.

He smiles at me zips His pants and leaves for work.

He called, but not until lunchtime, His sticky cum on my face and chest a reminder of Whose slut i am.

Three's Company

2009-06-19T08:33:00.000-04:00

I was living a double life. I had to make it stop. She and i talked about it. We discussed how to keep this up. She knew what was happening to me. I was turning into a liar and cheat, things neither of us liked. We talked about how to have it all. How to not let this end, but to keep my marriage safe. We decided to tell Hubby. But not just tell Him, but invite Him to join. So it happened that cheating turned to sharing.

She came into our bed. I watched as my Man, held her in His arms, and made love to her. Slowly, he discovered her and became aroused by her. I wanted him to know all of the wonderful things i had had of her, and give them to Him. This is how i would repent. It was my penance for being naughty. I would buy back my conscience by giving him another woman, the one i loved.

And all at once, things had changed. She wasn't just another girl anymore. She wasn't my best friend anymore, she was our shared lover. I would watch as he touched her, watch as his fingertips roamed her body, and kissed those nipples that gave me such a thrill. As he smelled her, i would lay behind Him, sandwiching Him between us. He faced her though, she was new and something to discover. I felt his body stirring to hers, i reached around Him and held his cock stiff in my hand. I took pride in being the one to offer Him the gifts of her. It thrilled me to know that. I watched as she took His manhood into her mouth. I watched as she sucked his cock, i watched as she stroked his long shaft and kissed it and took it into her lips. I was secretly thrilled she wasn't able to make Him cum in her mouth as i loved to do.

He lay me back and directed her to lay on top of me. Her breasts were pressed to my chest, and i wanted so badly to take one into my mouth and suckle it. I wanted to take comfort in her body and in her sex. He stood there at the end of the bed, as I held her in my arms, and she kissed me. Her hair curtained my view of Him, but i could feel Him as He stood behind us. When i thought He would take me, He took her instead. I felt her move against me, straddling me when He entered her. I felt as though she entered me. It was glorious. He lifted her ass with His hands and pressed his cock into her. I felt her respond to Him. I felt her lift up toward Him, crouching to feel Him enter her deeper. I raised my hips to feel her against me. I clutched at her, pushed her back against Him. I whimpered and moaned, i felt her writhing against Him, pressing herself deeper onto His hard cock. I wanted that cock. I wanted it so badly, but in the wanting it, i lost my power to take it, so i reveled in the humility of not having it. I relaxed and submitted. He came, thrusting into her, pounding her brutally, and she came panting into my face and clutching at my raw skin, and as if by osmosis, i felt every movement of her cunt, every quiver of body and felt her ragged breath and i came with them.

I pulled her closer to me. Kissing her, needing more. We touched. My fingers found her nipples. He lay beside us spent, and held me spooned in His hips as she made love to me. She was on fire. It was different than it had been when it was just she and i. There was an urgency, as if she had to prove she could satisfy me as much as He could. She fingered me, dipping her long fingers into my soft folds, she swirled her fingers into my pussy and teased my clit, i writhed in His arms as she did this. Then she lay me back and He lay on his side watching as she licked me, in slow swirls until her face was coated with my nectar and i was writhing. Screaming in ecstasy, i exploded, quivering and pulling her hair as my Man touched my breasts.

That was the first time she slept over, in our bed. She lay nestled between Hubby and me. We slept that night, feeling devilish and giddy. We woke to touch each other again and more, the combinations were infinite. Its like we were showing off to each other, "look what i can make her do"..."look how hard He came when i did that" It was a short summer and as all things that burn too hot and bright, it burnt out quickly. (AMEN)

Naughty Girls

2009-06-18T13:05:00.001-04:00

I didn't tell Hubby what i had done. I really didn't think of it as cheating, not in the way i would had she been a Man. She practically lived with us. She and i still did all of the things we always did together. We went to work, went to the gym and hung around with or without Hubby in the evenings. It got to the point where i was wishing Hubby would go out so that i could touch her. She and i would make excuses to go down to her apartment below. "Be back soon Hubby, we are trying on dresses", "I need to borrow a scarf for work","We are going to talk about girly things." Hubby didnt suspect a thing, he just was happy to be away from the girls for a while.

We would close the door behind us, and touch. Touch each others hair and skin and bodies. We became more adventurous. I would hold her in my arms, and bury my face in her warm breasts. I kissed her skin, and cupped her breasts. I could not get enough of her lovely creamy breasts. She would undress me, and lay next to me. We touched everywhere. My fingers skated across her smooth flat belly. I loved to feel the softness of her body, savor her smells. I wasn't bold enough yet to taste her. Taste her warm nectar. I touched it, i slid my fingers into her, curled my fingertips until i felt the rough nub of her gspot and then, i would feel her, feel the power i had, feel her shiver and quake as she held me tighter. She groaned my name, she would giggle through her orgams. She cooed and cried and moaned as my fingers slid into her soft moist folds. She felt like warm cake batter in my fingers and i just wanted more of it.

She did the same to me, i would hold her wrists, pushing her hands against me, to feel her strong slim hand deeper in me. She teased me, she lowered her head to my belly and dragged her tongue downward, slashing at my belly with her long hair. She made me writhe and want her more. And i did want her, i wanted so much more of her.

She lowered her head more and held me in her arms, not like a man does, she held my bottom like one holds a fractious child. Cupped in her elbows, pulling me toward her, so she could press her lips deeper into me. I writhed and slid my fingers into her long silky hair. I panted and groaned, and tried to push her away, but i didn't want to. I wanted more of this. I closed my eyes and felt my orgasm sliding over me. I wanted her, i wanted so much more of her. I had been in this same position in Hubby's arms so recently, but it was so diffrent. I wanted her, i wanted so much more. I knew what i had been doing was so very, very, wrong.

She and i were equals not like i was with Hubby. He was my Master, she was my friend. We talked about Hubby. I told her this was wrong, so very wrong, but i was so greedy. I wanted so much more, i thought i could have it all.

Just another Girl

2009-06-17T08:05:00.000-04:00

She was my best friend. In the way that girls have best friends. We did things together, we shared our stories we laughed at other people, we watched T.V. together, we talked about everything, never kept secrets from each other, and told each other the most intimate details of our lives.

She lived downstairs. I lived with Hubby, she knew every single detail of my sex life with Him, she giggled with me about things Hubby and i did. She told me play by play accounts of the dates she went on. We were best friends. We joined the same gym, went together, came home together. She practically lived in our apartment. It was fun, always having her around.

We went to the gym together, we walked home talking, and in that way that girls that are friends can do, we held hands and skipped the 3 blocks home. We were warm from the workout, the perspiration dried and was left salty on our un-showered skin. It was springtime, the leaves were starting to bud on the leaves and we were happy. That electric tingle of spring was in the air. That warm clean air, that gets washed with a cool breeze. It scrubs the mind of all that is stagnant or stodgy. The kind of weather that makes you want to sing happy songs like the birds that have just returned to the park after a nice holiday in the southern tropics.

We got home from the gym, and flopped onto my big bed, the one i shared with my Husband. She and I lay there, tired and happy watching tv, making fun of whatever was on. I remember watching her. Staring at her, thinking how beautiful she looked. She was smiling, her hair was a mess, her body long and lean sprawled on the bed. I just stared at her, admiring her aesthetic. I watched her lips move as she spoke, i watched the swell of her small breasts in her tight tank top. I watched her, not critically, just seeing her, surveying how her body moved. i reached out and touched her face. The back of my hand sliding over her smooth skin pushing the hair from her cheek.

It was not awkward at all, not like it would be if she were a man, that I was friends with, it was just me, touching her. But then she turned her head, and looked at me. Our eyes locked, she was still smiling and so was I. I slid my hand over her shoulder to the back of her neck. Feeling the warmth of her skin, she moved closer to me, and she touched me. We stopped speaking, everything stopped. The air seemed to become thick and heady, and my fingers trailed over her body feeling the senusal form of her, as a blind sculptor might learn his subject. My fingers traced lightly over her jaw, feeling how smooth her skin was, then over her bare arm. It didnt feel wrong, it felt so right. We lay like that, just touching for hours.

Then it happend, i am not sure how, but my lips touched hers, and a crackle of electricity sparked through us. It was like a bolt of lightening splitting the spring air, which announces summer. It was hot and humid and bright. She tasted sweet and warm and soft and buttery and smooth and nothing like any man i had ever kissed. Not like a man at all. Nothing like it.

I still don't know if all women taste like her, but it's like the most narcotic drug. One that slows your blood, makes everything move slower. Our hands slowed on eachothers bodies, but as before it was just tender touching now it was with intention. Her skin, palpable in its sexuality called to my fingers. I leaned in and held her small breast, feeling it soft in my hand, i watched in rapt fascination as her nipple tightened in my fingers and i lowered my head to kiss it.

She didn't taste like anything that my lips had ever touched before. Her skin was salty and sweet. Her breast was smooth and the pink nipple was surprising to me, it tasted metallic, and smelled like her perfume. She was so feminine, so beautiful, so sexy. It was surreal. Our bodies moved slowly against each other. Grinding kissing, feeling touching, but there was no urgency as there is with a Man. When i am with a man, i feel his body and his cock separately. His cock speaks to me like another entity, throbbing and asking to be held.

Her whole entire body was like a cock one that i wanted to possess. I wanted to have her entirely.

It was just her, My friend, my best friend who i knew everything about. I knew how she liked to be touched by men, what her turn offs were, i knew it all. It was like i had the cliffs notes to what made her tick, and she had the same manual for me.

What's the Difference?

2009-06-16T20:47:00.000-04:00

Sorry for my absence my loyal and delicious followers, but sometimes a girl needs to rest her poor pussy. In my last post i referred to a heated affair i had with a girl. And gosh, i have been getting a vib in box regarding that tidbit. And ooh, that reminds me, i need to make a correction... NOT ALL the Men i know say they are below average in size, the ones that are below average tell me they are hung like stallions. (Settled that good and plenty.)

MMmm... Girl on Girl action. That's what you want to hear about isn't it? I have been working that one out in my head, how to write it, how to put an actual "affair" into a blog post, how to describe how lovely and tantric being with a woman can be, and how, lovely and different women are from men, how sexual and beautifully formed women are, and how smooth and soft their skin is, in contrast with men. It's thrilling to think about a woman's breasts, feeling one in my hand, tasting the metallic piquant of her nipple. Touching her skin that feels like warm melted butter mixxed with velvet. Feeling the passion welling from within myself amplified by the same exact emotions in another woman.

Women are nothing like men (as if you needed me to tell you that.) But not just in anatomy or in any carnal way. Women are unlike men in how they think and how they react to stimulis. A woman discuss her friend's body, in a conversational way, "Your tits look so great in that dress, i wish my tits looked so nice in anything i own." I have never seen men discuss their anatomy in such an obvious comparative way. Women will touch other women in very intimate ways without feeling awkward. "Feel my legs, this new razor is great." Have you ever imagined a man having his friend touch his face with the back of His hand to feel how smooth His shave is? Makes me giggle to think of. Even the gayest of gay men don't do that.

Women are dichotomies in everything we do. We change our minds, we are fickle, we are two faced, duplicitous, and never seem to know what we want. We can be passionate and affectionate one moment, and nasty and cold the next. Multiply that by 2 women, and you have an exponential potential for pleasure and misery. Add a man to the mix and you have a powder keg with a lit fuse.

That is where my story should begin, but not yet. It will start, i promise. But i am also a woman, a seductress, a siren, an adulteress and tease. I can make you wait, so I will.

Not yet. But very soon, i promise.

Does Size Really Matter?

2009-06-03T15:46:00.000-04:00

I am not a doctor but i know enough about researching really important topics online to feel like i can discuss this lengthy topic. As a self admitted cock worshiper, who better to analyze this topic. I mean it is one of my favorites after all.

I know that most of my readers are men. ( Thank you fellas!) In my conversations with most of my male friends or sex partners or online fuck buddies, i hear all the time. My dick is just average. My dick is small. And then there are always the pick up lines in the sex chat rooms where some guy says "I have an 11 inch cock, wanna cyber?" Well to all of you gents that feel unworthy let me start by saying yet again I LOVE COCK! no matter what size you are, so long as you can get it up and make it spit, i am a HAPPY, HAPPY GIRL!

Like i said at the start of this article, i have done EXTENSIVE research into this topic, I read like 4 blogs and 3 online articles on google news, as well as all the wonderful delicious delightful cock photos you gents send me. (Thank you fellas!!) Also, lets not discount all of the wonderful first hand expiriences i have had. You will all get to hear the long and short of it.

I am gonna start out by getting myself in a LOT of trouble here. My Man, has never let me measure his cock with a ruler so my estimate of his delicious, succulent rod is just using a practical measuring device (my hands and mouth). By that measure he is 2 hands a bit in the mouth. But now i ask, who the fuck cares what line is ticked on a ruler? Well sorry boys, all I care about is how hard it gets and how long you can stand my lips wrapped around your sweet rod before you cum. I mean there are benefits to the small ones and to the big ones. But mmm mmmm mmm, like the joke about pizza, even bad pizza its still better than cooking. And by that analagy i mean, any cock is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than not having a cock at all.

I have had sex with a woman, a heated affair infact (story for another blog, stay tuned) but i cannot understand why women go gay. I mean i am all for gay relationships, but dayummmmm whats the point without a cock? I LOVE COCK, and no strapon in the world is as succulent and sweet as any cock you gents pack in your shorts. I mean Writing this is making me all hot and bothered, i will try to continue coherently.

OK, back to the topic i wish was in my hands. Size, does it matter? According to CBS News a Study shows that 85% Of Women Are Pleased With Partner’s Penis Size, But 45% of Men Wish Theirs Were Bigger. So clearly size matters. But here is the key question does it matter to you or your partner?? 85% of women say you are just fine! And i have never met a cock i didn't want to suck!

I have been with all sorts of cocks in my time. From the ones that when he drops his drawers my jaw fell on the floor and said "Oh MY GOD! Did the elephant mind you took his dick?" And the ones that I just pet and say, "its ok dear, you will grow", to find that it has already grown all the way. Here is the rub. Size matters, but only for the task that you are wanting to do.

For example, the best lover i ever had had the smallest cock of all the ones i have ever been with. But he doesn't know he is small and worked that tool like a magician shuffles cards. He could literally have me screaming in orgasm with a tiny change in position, but he is so small in certain positions i wasn't sure he was actually inside of me. But some men with that have big cocks seem to think that's all it takes. "I am packing a rifle loaded with bird shot... she's gonna cum" Sorry boys, it takes more than that.

When i met the man that belongs to the biggest cock i ever saw. He said his dick is less than average. He made all sorts of "irish" jokes about the size of his dick and he said he was on the small size of average. When i finally got to see that golden rod of of lucious manhood, standing erect and crookedly bobbing for my touch. I nearly fell over. I asked him what the hell were all of the jokes about. He replied, something like "when its flacid it looks like all the others in the shower" he went on to explain, the only erect ones he saw were in porn films and by those standards he was average. *(this is porn from the 70's through 1990 when porn stars had huge dicks.)

Let me leave you with this in parting the average cock size world wide varies by less than half an inch, but everyone i have ever met says in all honesty that they think they are a bit less than average. But so long as they are covered in skin i want it in my mouth!

Telltale Heart

2009-06-02T18:37:00.000-04:00

I have a friend who told me he was driving along with his wife in the car one day when he noticed there was a new shop that opened along a street he travels often. He slowed to look at the new store and his wife said to him "Is she prettier than me?" He was dumb struck not having any idea at all what she was referring to and asked her. She said, "Well you slowed to look at something, I saw that young woman passing on the sidewalk over there. You must have been looking at her, is she prettier than me?"

Now I ask, what if she was prettier than his wife? What if he had really been looking at her, and fantasizing about how her lips may feel around his cock? How her soft young body may feel pressed perspiring against his softer mature flesh? Wondering to himself what would it be like to fuck a little thing like that. Is that cheating?

What if i chat with a Man online. What if I fantasize in great detail how his skin feels on mine, how his lips feel when he kisses me, how his breath comes in ragged spurts when he is about to cum. How his cum will taste on my lips and how his touch will make me whine in pleasure. Does that make me unfaithful to my Husband if i never touch that Man?

What if when my Husband is away with His friends on vacation without me, He sits by a fire drinking with His friends. It is a cold night, the fire is warm. He watches the sparks crackle upward from the large fire pit. The crackling flames are hypnotic. Everything moves in a hazy state. It is dreamlike, surreal in His drunken state. They are singing songs. He sings too. He knows the words. He is laughing. It is cold. A girl, not one he ever met before sits on the ground at His feet. Her back is pressed to His knees. She moves away from Him. He feels the cold gnawing at Him where her body was. He pulls her shoulders toward him. She presses closer. There are bawdy laughs from around the fire. The sound is distant. He is in His cocoon, the warmth of another person feels nice in His drunken haze.

He puts a hand on her shoulder, plays with her blond hair. Touches the skin on the back of her neck. He compares her in his head to His girl. His thoughts are muddled. His girl is full and dark. This girl is small and blond and birdlike. Her hair slips between his fingers and falls like silk. His girl's hair gives him something to hold onto. His girl has thick curls that He grabs and holds in His gripped fist. This girl's hair trickles through His fingers like water.

He drifts in hazy thoughts, how this girl will taste on His lips. Will she be hard where His girl is soft? How her pussy feel on His hard cock. Will she feel different than His girl? He his horny. He is drunk, is cock is talking to Him. Thrumming a beat in His pants, needing attention. He pulls the girl closer, He touches her, cups her small breast in his hand. Weighs it, admires the newness of it. He tells Himself, "she isn't My type."

The party by the fire quiets. People drift off unnoticed. The girl is drunk too, she slithers closer to Him, they are huddled together sharing a blanket. They wander off together farther from the fire. They lay the blanket on the ground. They snuggle together and kiss. She feels new, so different. Her body is cold, hard, and boyish. Not like His girl. He keeps comparing His girl to this one in His mind. "My girl has nicer breasts." He leans in and tastes one. She feels nice now. She holds His cock. Gripping too hard. He adjusts her, still not right. He takes her hand away and pulls her closer. Touches her. She isn't soft like His girl. He is sobering. He kisses this girl, she tastes different. This isn't His girl. His girl knows what to do. He loves His girl. He hugs her. He Tells her He is sorry. He is tired and needs to go to sleep. She protests, snuggles in closer, touches Him.

He is soft now. He isn't horny anymore. He puts her aside, and leaves His blanket with her. He goes back to His campsite and sleeps alone. He feels ashamed and sorry. His friends ask the next morning what happened. He tells them the truth. They laugh and tease Him. "Your girl has You by the balls." He says, "No, My girl has me by the heart."

He is sincere when He tells me this. It is all true. Not because i chose to believe Him. Its true because a heart can't lie. He holds me in His arms, when He tells me this story. I hear His heart beating, His breath on my skin, His lips so close to mine. I taste the salt of His tears. I Feel with Him the fear he has of the truth. I tell Him I am not angry. How can i be? How can i be angry at Him for doing what is right?

Is trying on someone cheating or does it really remind you what you love about your partner?

All Tied Up

2009-05-27T20:16:00.001-04:00

My wrists are tied behind me, my legs bound to the posters of the bed. Looking up, at Him, waiting for the expression of His desire. When i am bound, i am totally His. Ready for Him to use me, and do what He wishes. I have to relax into my bindings, know and accept that my role is to submit, and allow him take His pleasure in my obedience.

I am the kind of girl that loves to give pleasure. That is my particular kink. I love the idea that i have the power to give Him the gift of pleasure. To take His cock into my mouth or hands or pussy, to extract His seed, to make Him want it and love it. If He wishes me to lay there and take it, i do so happily or if he allows me to use my skills to pleasure Him i do that with great vigor.

However, when He ties me up, its about passively being able to let go, and submit to His desire. If he wants to tease me with His hands on my smooth flesh, i have to remind myself, that He is getting pleasure by using me. I do not have to work for it. He takes pleasure in His ability to take my power entirely and to see how much of myself i will give to Him. It is the tiny reactions that make Him happy. Not just putting His mouth on my cunt, but how wet i become under his touches, how my nipples harden when He flicks them with his fingernail. He whispers into my ear, "quiet now, and lay as still as possible." It is in my submission that He gets His thrill. Knowing that he owns me, my every single movement is His.

He smiles when He sees my shallow breathing. When my eyes close and he slips a finger into me, it thrills Him to see how my entire body aches to thrust back against Him. But i lay so very still for Him. He can tell I am aroused, peaked to His touches. My entire body becomes His. His cunt. He channels Himself through me. His mouth covers my pussy, and he thrusts his tongue into me like a tiny cock, i lay still whilst He lashes my clit to the point i am almost in tears, and want to grab at Him and beg Him let me cum.

When my entire body, quivers, and His sex is hard and i feel Him close to me, and with every single touch of his hand on my skin, i ripple with sex, and desire. He smiles, knowing that He made me what He wants. His cunt, not just His girl, but His slutty cunt, open and willing for Him to have in any way He wants.

He says nothing, just slides His hands on my belly and chest, making my flesh ripple and i involuntarily arch up toward Him. I cannot help but wanting Him. He leans over and whispers into my ear, so very softly, "cum for me now"

I arch and buck against my restraints and a violent flood radiates from every single pore of my body. My entire body is alight with Him, Heat floods through me. He watches me, hand on His cock and smiles, at what He has made me. He is not finished with me. He smiles watching me quiver with my orgasm. Shuddering on the bed against my restraints. Panting i open my eyes, almost fearful he will ask for more right away. I will always give everything for Him. He looks at me, smirking, "see what a good, hot, little, slut you are?"

He is thrilled by my obedience. He laughs softly at me, and strokes His cock over me. I want His cum, every single drop of it. He knows what i want, but He will make me earn it. Make me submit for it. He says softly, whilst stroking my face with the back of His hand, "Do you want my cock, princess? If you want my cock you will be a good girl and do as i say." I roll my face silently toward His hand on my face, and nod silently. "Be a good girl and don't say a fucking word. Be very still, don't move, you understand?"

I nod again, and he looks at me, "I didn't hear you slut" I say softly, meekly "Yes Master" and he laughs that throaty raunchy laugh. He is happy, He broke me. He unties me. and rolls me over and slaps my ass with His hand, i feel the pain of it sliding up my entire body. He repeats the spanking for what feels like a million strokes. Then I flinch, i can't help it, and he laughs, and grips my round bottom in His two hands and bites it. Then soothes it with his hand. I flinch again, and he laughs, "good girl, I love seeing you jump for Me"

He is ready for me. He lifts my hips and slides a pillow under me. He pushes His thick long cock into me so slowly. I think i am going to explode before he fills me entirely. He leans forward, and rests His chest on my back, and says, "You are such a good little cunt" and bucks his hips, fucking me. I relax into His thrusts, feel Him inside of me as if He is part of me, My face flat to the pillows i feel only His body as part of mine. We move together and I feel his cock throbbing intense and alive in me. I need to cum, I feel his need to cum, too. He takes His time, and then i feel his cock throbbing and spilling into me, and His grunts of completion. I am screaming now, i am lost within Him, and i burst, my entire body spewing with Him. I crash to the bed, my knees weak and i am shaking. He is on top of me, pressing me into the bed face down.

I relax again, and realize i am a separate person from Him and He rolls next to me, and pulls me toward Him. My bottom a round egg in the nest of His groin. He snuggles me there, protecting me, He whispers "i love you, princess, Good night" Tears sting my eyes, and i say "Thank You, I love You"

My submission is my gift to Him, yet i thank Him for taking it.

Aural Sex

2009-05-21T21:52:00.000-04:00

I waited for days for the phone to ring. I waited and waited. But when it rang i was soooooo happy. The sound of His voice. All at once, i felt myself stir, i wasn't alone, i could hear it in His voice, He was happy to talk to me. It wasn't one of those calls where He said He would call and did out of obligation. He called to talk to ME. To tell me He loves me. He wants to touch me, feel my body next to His. He tells me about his long day on the road. I tell him about my day, how hard it was without Him. "He says baby, don't you worry about all that. I am here now, princess." He tells me of the road, the long ride, he tells me how He thinks of me, wishing I was with Him, sharing the ride with Him.

He was tired. I could hear it in His voice. I asked, "Should i let you get to bed?" He laughs, a raucous laugh, the kind that sends shivers through me. "Baby, I miss you so bad. I want to have you near me, to put Me to bed."

He loves the sound of my voice. He loves just hearing me speak. I read to Him. A love story about Him. He goes silent, but I hear Him breathing. I ask Him if i should stop. I hear Him smile, and says, "No baby, keep reading to me."

I can hear that catch in His voice, the tone that tells me He is hard. His breath is more irregular and rasps softly in my ear. I keep reading. The phone line hisses. He is so far away. But i feel His breath on me, his lips on my earlobe kissing me as i read to Him. The story ends and He tells me, to get undressed, and get into bed.

His voice is soothing, it's like a lullaby, the kind that you wouldn't sing to the children. It's a crooning sound, that makes me wet and want to obey everything. I can hear in his voice what He is doing. His cock is so hard. He asks me to talk to Him, tell Him how much i want Him. I tell Him, I love Him, and i list all the things i love about Him. How He makes me beg, and how me makes me love begging, how He makes me want Him and how never get enough. I tell Him the filthy things He loves hearing me say. The dirty secrets that we keep.

He laughs softly, a raunchy, husky sound, i am so wet and want Him so badly. We play a game, "Would you get undressed and sit on the bed for me?"

I respond "yes, i would do anything for You"

"Anything?"

"Yes, Anything."

"Would you suck my cock?"

"Yes"

He is annoyed. "Say it! Tell me what you would do"

I tell Him I would suck His cock, take it into my mouth and milk it with my tongue and cheeks.

He asks, "Would you taste my pre-cum?"

I respond in detail, i would paint my face in His pre-cum. Then milk a drop onto my tongue and swallow it, savoring every nuance.

He asks more questions, each one filthier than the next. I respond and tell Him i would do anything for Him, until He hits my limit. He laughs, and tells me to say it anyway, He wants to know His girl will do anything He wants.

I love Him so much, I say whatever He wants me to. Its a game, I know He wont make me do it. He just wants to hear me say it, I tell Him He owns me, all the way. He is so hot now. I hear the catch in His throat, He is so ready to cum.

He tells me to touch myself, over my panties. I tell Him how wet i am. How ready my cunt is for Him. He tells me what He would do to my cunt if He were there with me. How he would part the silken petals and tease me. Tasting me and not letting me move until He was done with His treat. He would run His tongue over me, dipping it into my warm wetness, coating His face with my musk. He wouldn't touch my clit for a very long time, make me beg for Him. I beg, i beg and beg. I tell Him, i love Him, and i need Him and want Him so much.

He grunts, that sharp sound, that makes it sound like He is in pain. That sound that makes my skin crawl and my loins tighten. That sound that sounds so painful, so close to petite morte. That sound that makes me wild. My gift will come soon.

I ask Him in a slow husky voice, if he needs to cum. He says, He wants me so fucking badly, but He is in no hurry. He tells me if i were there, He couldn't wait. He would have to cum as soon as He felt my warm cunt touching His cock. He tells me His cock is drooling, its so wet. I tell Him how much I love Him for that. How much i love that He can hold out so long.

My wonderful Man, He takes His time, He whispers to me, softly, "Princess, i need to hear you cum, baby." That is all it takes, i am in a frenzy. I lose myself into His voice, His soft words, sending me over the edge. He knows me so well. He asks me to say the one more thing to Him, our secret, and He erupts into my ear. His breath is ragged, His voice is gravely and He slips over the edge and i listen to every note to hear that special song. We lay panting together in our separate beds.

He croons sweet words at me. I feel His breath in my ear. I am wrapped in His arms, His body sweaty against me. I am spent and smile drunkenly.

"Good night, princess, I love you."

I feel His kiss on my forehead as we fall asleep entwined.

Vibrating mood

2009-05-20T12:15:00.001-04:00

The Man is away for a few days. He is with the "guys." A primal week away that only men can understand. When women go on holiday it is to the spa or some such luxurious pampering experience. When Man goes away with His guys they sew their oats. But whilst i am home alone, I sew my oats too.

I do nothing that I couldn't do if He was here. But I feel a freedom to it. My body perked to His absence. I get out of the bed, i don't bother with the dressing gown, i pad barefoot on the cool wood floor. I take the toys from the drawer, lay them out as if they are surgical tools. I clean and admire them one by one. The little egg vibrator glistens silver, i straighten the cord, give him, fresh batteries. I massage a tube of lube in my small hand, warming it as i do. Then i grin at a big black butt plug the naughtiest one i have. The biggest. I test the red plastic clothes pins in my hands then lay them next to the other implements. Then i put my imagination on the bed with the rest of my toys.

My imagination wanders through all the possibilities. I lay back. His hand is pushing me down, pressing against my chest, pushing me to the soft clean cool sheets. He holds me down. He puts the clips on my nipples and says, "This may hurt a little, but sometimes Daddy likes to see you hurt a little, princess"

I nod weakly and watch as he opens the clips and grips my soft nipple in His fingertips and places the clips onto my nipples one at a time. Then He opens me up, tells me He needs to see my pussy, He strokes it, then he slides the vibrator over my clit. "That's a good girl, what a good little slut I have, I love seeing you open for Me." I coo soflty at His words. He sits nexto me, watching me intently. Then i gasp as He shows me the big black butt plug. He smiles as He watches me squirm as He puts it gently into my opening, i am wet... so wet. He slides the butt plug over my slit, teasing me from my clit to my puckered opening. He lubes it up and slides it sharply into my asshole. He whispers huskilly, "OOhhh girl, i love seeing your ass taking My plug... Don't lose it now, slut, thats Daddy's gift."

I clench my cheeks around His plug and He slides the vibrator over my pussy again, careful not to bear down and lose it. He flicks at the clips on my nipples with His fingers. Watching them bounce as i whimper softly in pain. He smiles at me, His eyes still on my tits "what a good little slut you are" and flicks again, i squirm and he looks at me.

He stands up, and unzips His jeans. He holds His hand over His buldge and says accusingly, "look what you have done to, Me, you slut. You made My cock hard and look, its oozing. Princess, I need you to suck my cock." He takes His cock out and shows me the drooling purple tip. He turns my head toward Him and shoves it into my mouth. He fucks my mouth roughly as i gurlge, and gasp, my eyes water. He slides the vibrator over my cunt. I arch up, wanting more of the vibe.

He pulls His His cock from my lips. Standing over me, He strokes His cock, it's so hard and purple. "you are such a slut, look at you, you made Daddy's cock all wet with your mouth, and your pussy is soaking, dripping on the clean sheets. You don't deserve My cock." He stands over me, stroking Himself and flicks nonchelantly at the clothes pins on my nipples. He smiles when i groan in agony, the pain of my nipples shoots down my loins and i arch up. He smiles and presses the vibrator hard against my clit.

"You make Me so happy, girl. You are such a slut, but fuck I cant get enough of you, girl. Cum for Daddy, you whore, show Me how much you deserve My cock, princess."

I buck and arch, feeling the huge butt plug burrowing into my ass and i have to remind myself not to bear down or i will lose it, it makes me wild, it slides in and out with each ripple of my convulsing cunt. I cry out a shrill cry, "oooh fuck Pleassssssssseeeeee Daddy!! i want Your cock please...."

He shoves His cock into my mouth and pumps hard on my face, pulling the clips off of my nipples at the same time, i gasp in agony and he pulls out. Stands over me and i look up at His cock and beg, "Please, Please Please, can i have Your cock? Please fuck my face, please cum all over my face, please, i will be such a good girl." I whimper over and over again, "Please, please please cum all over my face, cover me with Your cum, i promise to be good."

He places the tip of his cock on my lips, and jerks himself off into my mouth. He grunts "take my fucking cum slut, but dont fucking swallow" i open my mouth, look up at Him and wait, He continues to jerk off over me. His eyes lock on mine and He, looks at me, and i see His eyes glaze over, He convulses against my cheek, His spewing nectar coats my face. He looks down at me and uses the head of His cock to massage His seed over my cheeks and across my lips.

He relaxes, and steps back panting. He smiles at me, not taking His eyes off of me. He reaches under me, and pulls the butt plug from my ass in one fast sharp pull, i scream and a shockwave of lust washes over me. I feel His seed drip from my face and He smiles, and tells me to lick my lips, He wants to see me taste His cum.

I lay panting on the bed, quivering from my orgasm. The butt plug lays nexto me, the vibrator still humming discarded on the bed out of reach, the clothes pins at my side and I open my eyes. I am alone and very glad for it.

Monday Morning Thoughts

2009-05-18T13:00:00.000-04:00

I have had comments from my readers, who say "so you like cock" in that sarcastic online tone.

Would it be cruel of me to stop talking about how I love cock so big and hard and smooth and soft. I love when a cock becomes fully erect and the little eye opens and winks once. It is like an eye of a lover who blinks once in the early morning to see in what devilish way i am waking Him this morning. He blinks tiredly, sees, he is in no danger, and closes his eyes again, waiting for the moment when he is needed and they will pop open again. Then with each stroke i watch the eye open wider and then close.

I watch as His head turns purple and the shaft bobs in eager anticipation of my warm lips. He sits up a bit now,to watch as his thick head slide into my wet lips, eager and warm. My morning gift to Him. Or His morning gift to me, i am not sure, and don't care. He burrows His cock into my throat, slides his fingertips through my tousled hair, but lets me have Him. He submits for this moment to the pleasure i am giving to Him. He watches greedily as i suckle his cock, making love to it, it disappears again into my lips. Then i pull back up and press the glistening wet head against my lips, paint my lips with his oozing precum and i look up at Him and smile a morning greeting to him. Then slide down onto His shaft. His turgid cock lodging into my throat, and i grunt and he holds my head down gently, tiredly.

Then i slide my mouth back up over the veiny shaft. My lips circling his tip gently, he bucks up toward my lips, wanting to feel his tool back in my warm mouth, like a couple that snuggles together in the cool morning. But, i tease him and hold my lips at the crown of his cock. Letting the cool air touch His sensitive shaft. He growls at me, and tells me he needs to have His cock inside of me.

He rolls me over, lays me on my side and guides himself into me. Slowly he slips his already hard cock into my wet warm opening. Teasing me, torturing me, with the slowness of His descent. And then it settles past my bony entrance and nestles into the soft moistness of my depths mmmm.... i love how a cock feels inside of me. My soft slippery walls caressing the sides of His cock..... that's heaven, how at the same time I want it to last forever, and end at that exact moment. Thrilling agony.

He takes what is His. He pushes deeply into me, settles there and slowly rocks back and forth. Feeling my velvety petals circle Him. He whispers into my ear. "That's a good slut, hold me in your tight pussy." He is perfectly still now, He whispers again, "Don't move"

I obey and lay submissive, and supple to his every movement whilst he works himself in me, i clutch at the pillows, so not to move as he thrusts into me. I feel the erotic pain of delightful nearness. I am ready. He knows it. I feel his balls hitting my perineum and I beg silently with my soul for MORE. I know if i speak my thoughts He will make me wait longer. I grip hard on his shaft nestled inside of me. He made me his whore, to lay and take Him. Then he says very softly, like a breeze in my ear, "cum for me, My sweet slutty girl."

Those soft words sends me right over the edge. I grip his cock, pulling it deeper into me milking it for all its worth with my cunt. He thrusts in and out.... feeling my slick walls sliding so deliciously over his hard shaft. He drags his shaft against my clit as he pushes in and out. I close my eyes and buck up against Him, my body convulses around Him, and He frantically thrusts harder into my tight spasming tunnel. He holds me close, i feel Him erupting into me. He lays still and whispers, "that's a good girl, what a good little slut I have."

Subby little things

2009-05-16T18:18:00.000-04:00

As far as i am concerned i am mostly a submissive. I don't exactly subscribe to the BDSM doctrine of either one or the other at all times. I am in a committed relationship, and anyone who knows anything at all about that knows that there is push and pull no matter if one is Dom and one is the sub. I think of it this way. We are born with 2 hands one is naturally more dominant than the other but it takes both to tie our shoes.

For example, what more submissive act is there than to be on my knees, with a Man's hard cock in my mouth, as He pumps His hips thrusting his shaft down my throat? When i feel tears coming to my eyes and my throat raw and my lungs burning because he is choking me with his hard cock is when i am at my most powerful.

I know what it may sound like for me, an admitted submissive, to say that. But my point is, all i need to do to get Him to stop is to clamp down a little too hard and.... well You get the point. There is power in submission.

I had a friend who once told me, that in BDSM Doms really have no power. He went on to explain, once you exchange limits and a safe word, all she needs to do is say it. GAME OVER! Any good Dom will immediately stop at that point. I respected Him a lot after that.

First Entry, Cum on

2009-05-16T16:15:00.000-04:00

There is nothing i love more than making a Man cum. For me, there is no greater pleasure, it supersedes even my own orgasm. I love cock. I love every single thing about cocks. Their rigid girth, the soft rubbery flaccid state, the delicious oozing precum and the thick spurting orgasm. The way it feels in my mouth and the way a cock makes me feel at the same time submissive and powerful. I have a Man in my life. A full time man, he says i am insatiable, he is right. If he would let me have his cock in my mouth at all times i would be the happiest girl in the world.

This is all i have time for right now, but i will be back to elaborate.