Smut and the Dirty Girl

Finishing Up: Chantal Part 3: Third Times the Charm

2010-01-13T08:31:00.000-08:00

I know this serial story should be better titled, but onward.
Part 1 of Third Time's the Charm
Part 2 of Third Time's the Charm

Chantal sat up and slid off the bed at William's command. Master's command, she amended herself. She didn't think her legs would hold her up, but there she stood before him. She wanted to touch herself somewhere and end the fire.

He slapped her ass without warning. That pain jumped to the front of her brain. "You must always kneel before me." She wanted to protest that he didn't tell her that. She was sure that would earn her another slap, so she kept quiet. He must have guessed her thoughts as she hesitated, because he spanked her twice more. The pain spurred her into motion. She moved to her knees.

He slapped a breast instead. Pain surged through her body. "That was because I wanted to slut. You'll learn what I want in time." He pulled his belt from his pants. He held it in one hand as he pushed his pants down around his ankles. He slapped her breast again. "Open your mouth."

She opened and he guided his dick into her mouth. She sealed her mouth around him. "Good girl," he said. He grabbed the back of her hair and moved her mouth back and forth on his dick. He tested her by pressing and holding deep in her mouth. Each time a little deeper. Each time she fought and lost the gagging feeling his thrusting caused.

He didn't seem to care. He held her head still, his fingers pulling her hair painfully, while he thrust into her mouth. The pain was a welcome distraction from the gagging and the pain in her breasts. And then he pressed in deep one last time and held there. His spurt hit the back of her tongue. He pulled out a little. "Don't spit any out," he said, as a second spurt spilled inside.

Her tongue worked against him as she swallowed what he dripped inside. "Good girl," he said, stroking her hair gently.

The door opened. "Lila, right on time. I think the cum slut needs a glass of wine." Chantal watched them share a glance. He nodded. "You may have a taste."

Lila kneeled beside Chantal. She cradled Chantal's head gently and kissed her. Lila's tongue begged entrance to her mouth and Chantal gave in. Mistress's tongue explored every crevice of Chantal's mouth. Then she pulled back and stood up. A moment later she was holding a glass of wine to Chantal's mouth. Chantal grabbed the glass and emptied it.

"Don't enjoy my vintage of wine?" William asked. He sounded amused.

"Just thirsty Sir," Chantal replied.

"Crawl back to the bed and lay face down."

She winced as she crawled to the bed. She climbed up onto the bed and eased herself down on her front. Her nipples compressed painfully between her body and the bed was enough to make her whimper. She didn't have long to dwell on it, because his belt came down against her ass.

"A reward for doing a good job with the cock sucking."

A reward? her brain protested. Slap!

"Count to ten."

She counted each blow as it came down on her. And then it was over. She realized that tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Have you had enough?" he asked.

A second before she thought she'd had.

"If you have, you can go and we'll never see you again. It'll be over. Just a bad dream."

She leveraged herself up. "No. I don't want to go."

"Ask me for more."

"Please can I have some more."

"More what?"

"Please can I have some more pain. More pleasure."

"Would you like ten more?"

"If you wish Sir."

"Not now, Slave. Later." He rubbed his hand over her ass. She gasped. "I'm glad you want more. There's so much more I want to show you. It is very late. Or early."

"It is Sir. Do you wish to sleep?"

"Almost. A few more things. Push your knees up under yourself, ass in the air." Chantal assumed the described position. "Have you ever had a butt plug in?"

"Yes. A few times."

"The larger size please, Lila."

Chantal wanted to look what size they planned to use. She didn't dare move. It wasn't too large, she thought as she felt it pressing into her asshole. He pushed it in and Chantal wiggled with pleasure at the familiar stretching.

"To show you how kind I am to my slaves, I will let you pleasure your mistress. Poor Lila has been watching without pleasure all night."

"Thank you Sir," Lila said.

"Go lay on the bed, slut." Within seconds Lila was laying on the bed next to Chantal. She noticed Mistress was wearing nipple clamps as well.

"Slave, you may use your mouth only."

Chantal moved between Lila's legs. She used her tongue to part Lila's bare slit. Lila's cunt was sopping wet. Chantal wondered if it was becuase William had touched her or just from watching Chantal's tortorous pleasure.

Chantal lapped up mistress's erotic juices. Then she played with the woman's clit.

Lila was moaning and twisting her hips. Chantal felt her own cunt flood again at Lila's desire. She pressed her thighs togehter and rubbed them back and forth.

A slap made her stop. "Spread your legs, Slave." Chantal spread her legs again. The vibrator, a little buzz than before, pressed against her clit. "Whoever holds out the longest to come sleeps on the bed."

Chantal concentrated on Lila's clit. She sucked and nibbled and licked. If she could use her fingers to thrust inside Mistress, it would be easier. Faster.

Master wiggled the plug inside Chantal ass. The vibrator turned up. She didn't have time to protest fairness of his actions. She had to make Lila come. The wiggling stopped, instead, he thrust three fingers inside of her. She bucked her hips against them, fucking his fingers. And then she felt the pleasure overcoming everything else as she climaxed.

"Whenever you wish, Lila. She's come now."

And before Chantal could register her defeat, Lila was coming. Liquid squirted from her body onto Chantal's face. Chantal lapped up as much of it as she could, lest she catch shit for missing it.

"Sit up Slave." Chantal sat back on her heels. "Oh, she ejaculated all over you. A nice talent of hers."

Chantal nodded. William tossed her a towel and she wiped her face. "Thank you Sir," Chantal mimicked Lila.

"I made up the bed on the floor."

"Thank you Sir," she repeated. "May I ask something?"

"Yes."

"Am I sleep with the clamps and plug?"

"Yes, you are, Slave. And your hands tied in case you want to touch yourself. You aren't satisfied yet are you?"

Chantal blushed as she stared at the floor. "Not yet."

"Eyes always looking at me, Slave."

Chantal lifted her gaze to him.

"Lila are you alright?"

"Yes. Just dreamy. And happy I get to sleep on the bed tonight, Sir."

"I knew you'd last until I gave you permission."

Lila smiled up at him.

"You may go relieve yourself, Slave. Lila will change the sheets since she made the mess."

Chantal went to the bathroom quickly. When she returned she helped Lila finish the bed change.

William bound her hands to her sides. "Keeps your hands from straying until I trust you. Tonight the temptation will be too great."

He was right about that. But she didn't say it aloud. When she was bound, he helped her to a prone position. He kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you are going to stay. You are proving to be a good Slave."

"Thank you Sir." The lights went off. "You may lay down in the bed," Master said to Lila.

Despite her exhaustion, it was a long time before Chantal fell asleep.

Chantal Part 3: Lila's Turn on Top

2010-01-06T07:53:00.000-08:00

Contination from Third Time's the Charm

Lila lowered her onto the bed. "Shall I undress her?"

"Get the wine first. In the ice bucket."

Chantal was drifting in bliss and denied frustration. Her gaze was on the canopy above the bed but her attention was held deep within her body. Lila was loathe to leave her in such a state.

Leaving William alone with her. To do what he wanted without Lila witnessing. The first times with a new slave were like magic. Watching as Master tested their limits, showed them just what they could handle.

At first he would give them what they begged for. Slowly, he would start denying them and demanding silence as he flogged them or fucked them. His choice of weapon depended on his mood.

He would rather use force tonight, she mused as she went down to the kitchen. His house was very beautiful. The housekeeper kept it immaculately clean during the day. And in the evening Lila was tasked with servitude. Both menial and sexual.

He would rather use force tonight, but he would refrain. Chantal wasn't ready for it yet. She hadn't learned to deny her pleasure. She would be well versed before the night was out.

Lila smiled as she filled the ice bucket. She placed a piece on her tongue just before she stuck the wine bottle in. The glasses were already in the room. She tucked the bucket under her left arm and grabbed a bowl of fruit with her right hand.

She returned with haste to the bedroom, anxious to find out if Master had Chantal naked now. Or if he had found some other form of torture.

With deep interest she opened the door to the dimly lit room.

He was hovered over the bed, over Chantal's limp form. Lila resisted the urge to rush to his side, to see what he was doing to her new find. She felt a certain protectiveness over Chantal that she'd never felt for the others.

Perhaps it was the vulnerability she had been feeling when she met Chantal. She had been ready to leave William because she felt she was no longer a good submissive to him. Their last girl had been with them too long and Lila had gotten too used to be dominate.

It had taken Chantal to show that she could be submissive. And she would learn to be a sub and a dom this time. She wanted to make Chantal stay. Along with being attracted to Chantal she also genuinely liked the girl. Despite her willfulness, she would make a great slave. The best slaves were willful.

Lila slid the contents of her hands onto the side table. "Would you like a glass of wine Sir?"

"Yes. I will have a half glass while you undress the Slave." He tossed something on the bed. "Then dress her in those."

Lila poured him a glass and then hurried to the bedside. "May I kiss her first?" Her desire for a taste of Chantal was overwhelming at this range.

"Yes."

Lila smiled and bent her head to Chantal. She pressed her lips to Chantal's. The girl reacted with pressure of her own. Both their lips parted and Lila dipped her tongue in, tentative at first, then sweeping, demanding.

"That's enough," Master said from across the room. He sounded disinterested in the scene. But Lila knew she was about to take things further than just a kiss in a moment more.

Lila pulled back and wiped her lips. She felt some of Chantal's keyed up, nervous energy. The burning between her legs making the slave girl ready to beg for release. She wouldn't; she wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction. She would want to show her will, her strength.

Lila helped her sit up. She unzipped the back of her dress and shimmied it off her shoulders. It was the same dress Chantal had been wearing the night the two women had met. Chantal helped take it off.

"Lay down and close your eyes." Lila whispered, tossing the dress aside. She touched the chained clamps that lay beside Chantal on the bed. They were cold. She closed her palms around them, wishing she could warm them first.

"Why?" Chantal asked.

"Because I said," Lila hissed. "Don't question your Mistress" SHe would have given a quick slap but Master hadn't given her leave to do so.

"Sorry," Chantal mumbled, dropping her gaze.

"Eyes up slave." They would stop using her name until she was full submitted to them.

Chantal lifted her eyes to meet Lila's. "Better. Now close your damn eyes. And concentrate on your breathing."

Once her eyes were closed, Lila picked up the clamp. She pinched a nipple until it hardened slightly. Then she latched the clamp onto it.

Chantal's eyes flew open, her hand flew to her breast and she let out a cry. "Ow, what the fuck."

"Tonight you start to make pain mean pleasure and pleasure mean pain." It sounded cliche, Lila thought. But, as she thought about how she looked forward to pain as well as the pleasure, she wanted Chantal to feel the same.

Lila pushed Chantal's hands away. "I told you to focus on your breathing." In sympathy Lila winced when she clamped the second nipple.

Master's arms came around Lila. He rubbed her breasts through her shirt. "Watching her squirm turns you on," he said.

"You know how pain excites me. And I can't wait to see her come over it. Through it."

Master chuckled. "You want to make her come."

"Of course." Lila lowered her gaze, but he grabbed her chin and lifted it.

"Perhaps later, my little pain slut. Right now, remove your shirt and clamp yourself. While I start with our little slave." He pulled something from his pocket and sat on the bed next to Chantal.

Lila went to the toy drawer and found a second set of nipple clamps. She unbuttoned her shirt and set it aside on a chair. She rubbed and pinched her nipples, readying them. Her breath hissed when she snapped the clamps on. Fluid flooded her pussy.

As she moved toward the bed, she heard a low buzzing. She stopped when her thigh touched William's knee. She resisted the urge to rub herself against him. She forced her concentration on what he was doing to Slave.

She was trembling. Her lips were moving wordlessly. Lila smiled, her eyes travelling to Master's hand pressed between her legs. He was pressing a vibrator against her clit. The girl must be in agony, waiting to come, but struggling because of the distraction of pain.

Lila wouldn't be so distracted. She would have come twice by now. The picture before her left her pussy sopping. "Stop rubbing against me Lila."

She realized she was all but humping his leg. She lowered her head again. "Sorry Sir."

He tugged on her nipple clamp. "See that you control yourself."

"Yes Sir. It won't happen again."

He bent over Chantal and removed one of the clamps. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. The gentle touch pushed her over the edge and she bucked violently as she came. When she stilled, he withdrew his mouth and the vibe. He replaced the clamp.

"Do you feel better Slave?" he asked.

Chantal shook her head. "I don't know. My nipples feel like they are on fire and my pussy just wants to come over and over."

"You will," he smiled menacingly. She would come until she felt she was coming apart at the seams.

"May I go pee Sir?" Lila asked.

"Yes, but don't even wipe yourself Lila. You may not touch yourself outside my presence tonight."

Lila nodded. "Yes Sir." She headed for the door. Just before she slipped out, she heard Master say, "Off the bed Slave."

Beauty and the Beast (abandoned)

2009-12-21T10:20:00.000-08:00

I wasn't going to share this because I was a little embarrassed at it's brutality and how it turned me on. Partly from reading Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty, which I was disappointed in. Far too little humiliation and sex. Anyway, here it is.

The prince is cursed not to leave his castle until he can tame one Beauty into submission for only him. So he sends for whores from the nearby towns, all of whom are willing to do whatever he wants. Until Belle arrives on the scene...

"Dress her for a meal," Beast commanded his servant.

Belle shook her head. "I won't eat with you."

"You will. And you will dress as I command you." Two female servants followed her into the room he’d designated as hers.

"Are you sure you should start tonight?" his trusted valet said.

"She is the first visitor since winter. And she has been only contrary to me." There was a slight thrill of the challenge, but also anxiety that she may not be broken easily.

"And there isn't much time left."

No, there wasn't much time left. He didn't really want to think about it any longer. "Yes tonight we must begin. She cannot be given time to know any other part of me. Only that I am dominating."

"His Highness is correct. As always."

See, there it was. Differing to him without questioning. His task was to take one whose spirit disagreed with him and make her submit to him. Fully. A curse cast upon him by one who saw everyone deferred to him without question. Part of the curse was that he could not leave his castle and if he did not fulfill the curse by his 21st birthday, he would never leave again.

"Yes, I am correct." Hellfire, it was annoying to always be reminded of that. "Go and make sure supper is being made properly."

"Yes Sire." His valet bowed and exited. Beast retired to his own room to ready himself for the meal.

Belle was dressed for supper by two servants. Or undressed. They took her clothes, which were dirty anyway. She was bathed and dried and then made up.

Her eyes were lined with black, her lips and breasts tinged with rouge. The hair between her legs was trimmed and groomed. "Naked? He wants to eat with me naked?"

"Those were his instructions," the taller servant said.

"He said that if you don't come down, he will come and throw you over his shoulder."

"I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I will eat naked with him and he can touch me again if he chooses, and I'll show him it won't affect me."

The servants shared a look, but said nothing. Belle tossed her hair over squared shoulder and raised her chin a little. She would endure this until her Madam could find her again.

She followed the servants downstairs, ignoring the inquiring eyes. Admiring eyes.

She stood in the doorway of the great dining room. It was once host to grand dinner parties. People didn't come to the castle any more.

"Ah, the Belle Dame comes to serve."

Serve? That got a look. She met his eyes.

"You thought to eat with me. You are but a whore. Aren't you used to serving men?"

She raised her chin again. "Yes, Sire, most of my life has been to serve men between my legs."

"You will not serve me between your legs. You will serve me as I wish. And I will touch you, bring pleasure to you, but I will not place my cock between your legs until I'm convinced it's what you want. Until you beg me."

His voice was low and almost threatening. And at the same time, it thrilled her deep inside. He could bring her great pleasure and she to him. If that is what she wanted to do.

"You are used to having women beg to have you between their legs, Sire." She spat out his title.

"You are used to men wanting to be between yours," he retorted. He turned his gaze to a butler standing near the table.

SERVING SUPPER AND EATING ON THE FLOOR?

He slipped a collar around her neck. She realized it was attached to a lead. He stood and pulled her down a hallway. She didn't have time to get to her feet so she crawled after him.

They stopped in a new room filled with a bed, a lounge, chains hung from the ceiling in two places, from the wall in others. Hanging on the wall was a row of paddles, whips, and canes of varying sizes.

"I've had my servants scurrying all afternoon to ready this for you, my darling. Stand up and feast your eyes."

She hoped that her surprise was not evident. He planned to force her with pain into gratitude that he'd chosen her. Belle had heard of whores who enjoyed pain as much as pleasure. Those who found the bite of a whip to be arousing. She'd never had the inclination.

"We won't spend much time in here yet," he said. He pulled her forward until they stood in front of the lounge. He sat there and turned her, face down, onto his lap. He held her lead tight with one hand to keep her from moving too far. With his other he spanked her bare ass hard enough to make a smacking echo reverberate around the room.

"This is for speaking back to me in the dining room." She bit her bottom lip to keep from giving him the pleasure of crying out.

It seemed to spur his anger deeper. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He moved to roll off the other side, but found that he still held the lead. He tied it to the post.

"You will find yourself bound wherever you go, sweet slut." He slapped her cheek lightly and then ran his hand down to her breast. He weighted them in his hands, caressing the nipples gently with his thumbs.

But, then he grabbed her nipples tightly between thumbs and fingers. He twisted until her mouth opened and cried out, "Oh."

"Was that in arousal?" he asked, holding in the tight twist. He watched her face with a slight smile, until there were tears in her eyes. He let go then and she was relieved. But only for a brief moment, he raised himself to kneel over her body.

Belle was going to protest this. He said he would not fuck her. She realized he was still wearing his pants.

He slapped her breasts back and forth, watching them jiggle; as if they were his personal play things. He twisted her left breast again with a hand and then bent and bit into her tight nipple.

Despite, the pain, she felt a growing throb between her legs. From the soft lips hidden within, she felt the hair between her legs start to drip with moisture. Her body tried to rub her thighs together covertly.

He caught it right away and sat up. He parted her legs and kneeled between them. "Do you like this play? You swore you would not, little whore." He held her legs apart and pushed his nose into the space between. "I can smell that you do. Your cunt cannot lie."

He combed through the soft hair to the soft mound of her sex. He slid his finger along the slit. She was slippery, waiting, wanting something to drive into her. He would not give her that satisfaction. She could not ask for it.

He parted the tender lips and grasped the buried nub and pinched. She cried out, her body arching off the bed. "Please, stop." She gasped. Her eyes filled with tears, but her cries caused him to pull the nub outward.

He bent his head to her chest. In contrasting sensations, he suckled a breast. It still stung from his earlier twisting and biting, but his tongue bathing her, sent her over the edge.

She shattered under his hand; her entire body shaking with climax.

"Damn, damn, damn," he muttered, sitting up and pushing his hair back from his face. "That was supposed to last much longer before I let you come like that."

He started untying the lead from the bedpost. He continued talking, but she was unsure if it was to himself to her. "You weren't supposed to come like that. You were supposed to gain permission for that. I suppose you'll just have to be punished."

He turned her over his knee again and spanked her until her ass cheeks felt swollen. She managed to keep herself from crying out.

He tied her to the post again and then went to the door. "Untie her and take her to her room. I don't need to tell you not to touch her." A man hustled inside to do his bidding. Beast paced for a moment. "Send Marisol to my room."

He didn't even notice when he pushed past Belle and the footman who was leading her. The footman informed a second footman of King's wishes for Marisol.

Belle supposed, on the way to her room, that he had a need for releasing his seed. Something he'd promised to not let Belle fulfill. She was happy for that, if annoyed with her own body for releasing in its own way. Especially in the face of such abuse.

Third time's the charm

2009-08-06T12:30:00.000-07:00

Chantal didn't know how he'd managed to back stage. But he grabbed her as she came off-stage and pushed her against a wall. She'd panicked at first, going into fight mode. But then the familiar feel of his hand on her neck and the way he smelled changed her fight to get away into a fight to see his face.

"Relax, my little slut," he said into her ear. She got a quick huff of air before he kissed her violently. His tongue stabbed into her mouth. His lips were rough. Stubble scraped her cheeks and chin. He tasted of whiskey.

In a moment Chantal went from resisting him to compliant. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was a bad idea, but she'd hate herself for it later. Tomorrow probably when she crawled from his bed and back home.

He let go of her and propelled her to her dressing room. He closed the door behind them. He picked up a glass on her dressing table filled with an amber substance. She sat down in front of her table and looked at him in the mirror. He stood behind her, staring at her reflection with his grey eyes. Smoldering. It must be the light, people didn't have grey eyes nor smoldering ones. His suit was cut for his body and she knew the feel and taste of the skin that was underneath.

"Do you ever kick back and wear sweats?" she asked. She hoped he hadn't seen her vulnerability to him.

"You'd have to stick around the house longer than 14 hours to find out," he retorted and put his hand on her shoulder. "Do you want to change? Lila is waiting." He caressed the back of her cheek with his hand and smiled at her.

She lifted her hand and wrapped her hands around his glass. Surprised, he let it go and she swallowed it. "Thank you."

His eyes narrowed and he grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled her head backwards so she was looking up at him. "That's 5," he said.

What the hell? She looked past his face to the roof, pretending not to care.

His voice was low. "Five strokes of my cane." He let go of her hair and stepped back. "Well, perhaps that's a bit much to start with. Maybe just a flogger."

Chantal didn't reply. She leaned forward and grabbed a brush out of her make up kit.

"What no arguments?"

"What's the point? You will just insist on be domineering and I'll insist that you're an asshole."

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed until she winced. "You like when I dominate you. And you like fucking me. I don't know why you deny either."

She tossed her head. "I am not your slave. In or out of bed."

He retrieved his glass from her and refilled it. "Just my slut so far."

"That happened only twice and it won't happen again."

"You'll disappoint Lila so much. She was looking forward to seeing you again." He rolled the liquid around his glass.

That peaked Chantal's interest. "She's back? She wants to see me." She leaned in toward him.

He nodded. "You want to talk to her?" He pulled out his cell phone.

"That's fine. I'd like to see her too" She pulled up so her back was straight. "But, not for the reasons you think."

He shrugged. His eyes locked to hers and he pulled her swept her hair from the right side of her neck. He bent his head and kissed just below her earlobe and then slowly with kisses and small licks, he moved down her neck until she was shivering. He blew on the trail of skin he had just warmed and she felt aflutter down to her toes.

"Admit it," he commanded softly into her ear and then he did the same motions on the nape of her neck. He paused with his mouth over her left ear. "Tell me you want to give in." This time he let his teeth scrape against her neck gently until she found she was rubbing her thighs together like a school girl. As he teased her delicate skin with his mouth, he brought his hands around and cupped her breasts. Even through the material of her dress, which wasn't much anyway, lace and a thin layer of cotton, his hands were hot and deft.

His breath was hot on her ear. "Tell me you'll give in tonight. That you want me."

"Yes," she whispered.

"You want to be my slut."

"I'm already your slut," she replied. She was rewarded with his tongue tracing her earlobe and she groaned, sinking into her chair. He pulled her up with his hand still rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples.

"You want to be my slave." He let a hand slide down and lift her skirt. He hovered over the thin material that covered her cunt. She watched his hand, not quite touching and she ached to stretch into it, but he held her. "Say it, Chantal."

Maybe it was her name that broke her. "I want to be your Slave."

"Sir."

"I want to be your slave, Sir."

He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back in the chair to look straight up at him. "Good girl. You'll learn to be a good Slave in time." He kissed her hard, his tongue jabbing at her, his lips tearing at hers.

There was something in that last comment she should protest, but she couldn't figure out what it was in her lust induced haze.

"Stand up now." She forced her legs to propel her. "That's a good girl." He patted her ass. "Lila's waiting in the car on the street for us." He kept his hand in her hair as he moved her to the door, but then he pulled her to a stop. "From now on you'll refer to me as Sir or Master. And Lila will be Mistress. IS that clear?" She nodded, but he growled into her ear, "Say it."

"Lila is Mistress and you are Master."

He nodded. "Don't look so scared. We'll figure it out as we go. Lila will be a good teacher on how to be submissive." Before he opened the door, he pressed his hand at the juncture between her thighs and rubbed her clit through her thong. He stopped gripping her by the hair before he opened the door. Instead he held an inch of skin between his thumb and forefinger and he squeezed.

Out through the side door of the club they went without encountering anyone. "This is where you tried to pick up those guys, in an effort to avoid me," he reminded her.

It had only been three weeks ago. It wasn't forgotten yet so she just nodded. "Yes sir."

Lila had the car waiting as promised. William opened the backdoor and pushed Chantal inside and then got in beside her. "Here she is as promised my love," William said to Lila.

"There she is. Looking beautiful as ever. I only wish I hadn't had to wait nearly a month."

"I told you my reasons. If we went too soon she'd resist, this way she had time to miss us both." He sounded like he were talking to a child. "Even if not, you aren't to question my decisions. Drive us home."

Chantal lay her head against the seat and remained silent and still for the moment.

Lila jabbered on for a few moments and Chantal answered glibly back. Her body was humming with the awareness of William's body next to hers.

His body touched her from thigh to shoulder. His fingers ran up and down the inside of her thigh, each time pulling the skirt up further. He sighed a little and then stopped moving.

Then his fingers were pressing against the crotch of her satin panties. "You've wet yourself already." He tsked.

Chantal curled her lips. Who did that? And then her mind was wholly distracted by his finger pressing against her clit through the silky material. His thumb made the smallest movements, mostly it was just pressure. Slow and steady on her clit.

Her entire lower body clenched in anticipation, in heated passionate desire. Pure lust. The pressure continued there until they reached his home once again. Chantal was shaking. Her body so close to orgasm, to screaming climax. But every time she thought she was going to he stopped moving and just pushed and her body refused to come. Chantal felt like screaming herself as her nerves were stretched to their limits. Ready to pop.

As Lila parked the car, William withdrew. "Lila, you'll have to help our slut out of the car. I don't believe she can walk on her own." He opened his door and got out, closing it behind him.

Chantal was panting as Lila opened the door and climbed in. She patted Chantal's leg. "There there, darling. He does so enjoy the lead up. Trust me once you get used to the anticipation, the orgasms are amazing. Amazing."

"I feel like I'm going to cry. Or pass out."

"You can't do either. Come on now." She hauled Chantal out of the car. Chantal leaned on Lila's shoulder and let herself be helped into the house. Down the nearly familiar halls, into the bedroom. His room.

Maybe if I'm good ....

2009-07-16T13:24:00.000-07:00

He was standing by the wall one moment laughing. The next he had reached out and grabbed me and pressed me against the same spot. It was still warm from where he had touched. Perhaps I just imagined that part.

His lips were rough and demanding over mine. His body formed a cage around me. His hands by my shoulders. His hips pressing into mine. His stance widened, his legs framed mine.

As if he would stop me if I moved. As if I would try to get away from his kiss, as rough as it was.

I wouldn't dare pull away. He knew it as well as I. He held me for a different reason, I realized as his hands slide down my body and lifted my short skirt. I might have protested but his tongue swirling in my mouth left me distracted.

My panties went down my legs. He let them drop to the ground. And then the kiss slowed. His body removed. I lifted my hand and wiped my mouth with my fingers. My gaze softened and I could barely focus on him as he grinned at me.

I bent, trying to be ladylike, and pulled the elastic lace around my shoes. Standing, I held them on one finger, an offering. "You wanted them," I said, when he didn't move. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at me. I watched his arm raise, his fingers spread then collapse around the thin material. My eyes refocused by the time he was stuffing it into his pocket.

Wrapping his arm around me, he turned us toward the pathway through the park. I wondered if anyone had stopped to watch the show we'd been putting on, but no one seemed to be staring. "Where to?" I asked.

"I thought we'd find some place where I could fuck you."

Well then.

We walked on. He dropped his hand from my shoulder to my waist, caressing the bare skin that showed with each sway of my hips.

Over a small bridge and then down beside it. He pushed me against one of the cement pillars. It was cold on my bare skin. I shivered from the anticipation.

Then I recalled that we were in public. I looked frantically as far left and right as I could. There wasn't much to be seen, a few feet of walking paths which were fairly empty. But, I was certain someone would see us. I wanted to protest and opened my mouth to do so.

Only to be cut off with another rough kiss. He pulled away and placed a finger against my lips. "Don't even think about arguing." With one hand he pressed it between my thighs. I was dripping wet. "Slut," he added as an afterthought. "Say one word and I won't touch you here again today." He pressed his finger deep inside my body and then pulled it out slowly.

I nodded. He smiled and kissed me softly this time. His fingers started pulling up my skirt. I closed my eyes and rested against the cement pillar. I heard his belt buckle clatter and the soft thud of his pants falling. "Up on your toes," he murmured into my ear as he pressed his body back into mine. I stretched as high as I could and he bent his legs a little. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. His hand between my legs guided his hard cock. And then my pussy was full of him.

"So wet little slut," he muttered and then began fucking me in earnest. I opened my eyes and looked around. The sensations of the cool cement and his hot skin against mine, and the excitement of fucking in secret began to work it's magic on my pussy. And then it was over.

My body was left cold by his absence, but still humming with unfulfilled promises. I let go of my lip and pulled my skirt down watching him refasten his pants.

Maybe if I was a good girl I'd get an orgasm later, I decided with a sigh as I followed him back to the path.

Author's note: I can see that it is the situation that turns me on more than the actual sex. Once there's penetration I lose interest.

S.E.X Part Two

2009-05-03T17:06:00.000-07:00

He took in her short skirt and tight top. "Did you teach like that?" In his mind, his next move was to pull her skirt up and down her panties and bury his face in her pussy.

"Stay sitting," she said. Her heels clacked as she came around the bed to see what he was watching. Trevor caressed her silken leg, moving up under her skirt. In the next house, the brunette was eating out the blonde, who looked like a screamer.

"Nice show," Claire commented. Her hands worked into his pants and squeezed his cock. She released him from his pants and moved to her knees. "I didn't teach like this. I changed. I didn't know you'd start without me."

Trevor would have answered, but his cock was engulfed by his hot wife's hot mouth. He glanced at the scene across the way. The blond was still on the receiving end of a good lapping and finger plowing- perhaps fisting.

He groaned as Claire swirled her tongue around his cock head. At this rate he wasn't going to last long.

And with that thought he blew his load right into his beautiful wife's mouth. With a smile up at him, she swallowed and wiped her face.

"She's hot isn't she?" Claire asked, sitting back on her heels.

"She invited me to watch." She looked up at him.

"I fucked her before I met you. Once or twice." Several times, maybe frequently, Trevor filled in. That woke his cock up again. That and Claire's nuzzling cheek.

"I can ask her for a threesome." Trevor thought her words on that previously would be a theory in their marriage. Not something she'd try to put into practice.

"Why don't you turn on the light. I want to see what you put on for me. And what is under that." He raised his eyebrows.

As she did that, he look off his pants and boxers. She was all legs and belly and cleavage standing in front of him.

"You are so fucking good to me," he said, getting on his knees before her. He lifted the scarp of material she passed as a skirt. She was not only pantyless she was bare.

He felt his mouth go dry. "When did you-" He couldn't look away.

"Oh, earlier. I planned a surprise. And then I was surprised. I didn't take you for a voyeur."

"I will tell you the story later. Hold your skirt." She took it from his hands. His tongue out he bent to the juncture of her thighs. He slid his tongue along her slit. Then with gentle fingers he revealed her inner lips. Then he began flicking his tongue against her, tasting her sweet essence.

He wiggled his tongue against Claire's clitoris. Her legs trembled, slapping against his head. And, then she pushed him away. "What the-" he started, staring up at her.

"I can't fucking stand up."

"Then I suggest you get your ass on the bed. Spread your legs and open your pussy for me." He slapped her upper thigh. "I am dying to fuck you." Trevor could barely speak. He looked out the window. The brunette had her head between the blonde's thighs again. The same move Trevor had been just giving Clarie. His gaze moved up the blonde's face. She was enjoying it as much it seemed.

"Hey, do I have to give you a show?" Claire demanded. With the blonde? Yes, please!

"Yes, why don't you touch yourself?" He turned from the window. His wife held open her pussy lips with one hand and caressed herself with the other. He followed her fingers from her clit to the promise of a tight hole. She slid her finger in and out, slowly, twice.

Trevor grabbed her hand and sucked on her finger. While he pushed his cock into her. Her body hugged him like a glove.

"You are a slut," he said while he pumped in and out of her. "I love being inside of you."

Claire rocked her hips to urge him faster. "Make me come. On your cock."

He reached down and covered her breasts. He squeezed each handful. Then backed off to pluck each nipple and twist.

"Do that," she panted, "to my clit."

With his thumb and fingers, he grabbed the engorged nub that pushed out from her labia for him to find. He gave it a sharp pull and twisted clockwise.

Claire gave out a sharp cry as she shattered. She bucked hard against him the nights events culminated into a great explosion from deep within him.

He eased away from his wife. "Fuck. Good times, love. Great surprise."

"I second that." She pushed on her elbows to look at him. "I was serious about the threesome."

"I wouldn't say no."

Claire smiled.

He turned and glanced out the window again. The blonde was alone and the lights were dimmed in her room now. She was looking into his bedroom.

Trevor gave her a thumbs up. She gave one in return. "One thing Claire. What is the neighbour's name?"

"Chantal."

S.E.X- Part One

2009-04-25T17:03:00.000-07:00

Inspired by S.E.X by Nickelback.

Trevor Walsh leaned back from his computer. He took off his glasses and used his free hand to rub his eyes. As he replaced them, he checked his watch. 9:30, his wife wouldn't be back from teaching her evening class for at least an hour.

He glanced out the window into the dusk settling over the average neighbourhood. His very hot blond neighbour was getting hot and heavy on her front porch. Good for her.

She pulled away from the kiss and opened her front door. Then she happened to glance up and caught him watching.

Before he could look away, she waved. He waved back, hoping he looked suitably embarrassed. She shrugged back at him. Then she waved again. This time it wasn't a hello wave. It was a wave to follow. Her final gesture was a mimic for watch.

Could she really be inviting him to watch? No real harm there. It was like watching porn, just slightly more real.

The other thing was, he pondered as he walked through the house, he wasn't sure he'd be able to see into her bedroom. He'd never really paid attention in the seven months since he'd moved into the house. It had been his wife's house for years and she wasn't willing to move.

He opened the blinds in the bedroom. Sure enough, he could see his neighbour and a dark-haired woman sharing some wine. For the life of him he couldn't recall her name. He stepped back into the shadows and sat on the bed, while he waited for his private peep show to begin.

Through the window, Trevor saw the women set their wine glasses aside. Hands on each other's shoulders, they kissed deeply.

It wasn't a sweet kiss, nor merely passionate. There was no romance between the women. It was a prelude to a good fuck.

The brunette's shirt came off. She was bare chested underneath. The blond plucked her nipples until he could see them standing. As Blondie bent her head to suck and lick, the brunette slid her hands into the first woman's shirt.

The blond removed her own shirt and they reversed roles. The brunette lapped at the breasts, while the blond simply teased with her hands. And turned to look at Trevor. She smiled knowingly at him.

He was finding his pants uncomfortably tight now and they women weren't even in each other's pants yet. He unzipped his pants to give himself some relief. But, he didn't release his cock. Not yet.

As he watched Blondie have her nipples sucked, he noticed her hand slid between her partner's legs through her jeans. Obviously frustrated, two sets of hands fumbled for the brunette's button and zipper. The brunette pushed her own pants down, the blond slipped her hands inside.

They fell onto the bed together. At least it looked like they fell. Trevor laughed out loud. He realized he was rubbing the bulge in his jeans. He shoved his hand inside the front of his pants and grabbed himself.

Across the divide both woman had removed their pants and underwear. They were kissing and hands were groping between legs. His mind filled in the details he couldn't see. Hands combing through trimmed pubic hair, parting sticky lips. Fingers that pressed against clits and delving into those warm, wet depths.

The blond moved her partner into a good spot for Trevor to view the crux of her legs. She winked at him over her shoulder then parked herself between the wide spread legs.

With two fingers, she parted the brunette's vulva. Trevor could almost smell the pussy, as his neighbour buried her face in it. He couldn't see what was going on now, so he focused on the receiver's face. And from the look of things, the blond was good at what she was doing.

Trevor stroked his cock slowly with a soft groan.

He could see the brunette shudder and call out as she came. The blond did not miss a beat as she started fingering her partner with two fingers. At least. He tried to move his head so he could see properly how many she was using.

"There you are," his wife, Claire said.

He turned to see her legs glinting in the light coming from the neighbour's bedroom. He hadn't even heard the front door.

He pulled his hand from his pants and moved to get up. "Hi honey."

Kip and Mandy Excerpt 2

2009-04-17T14:27:00.000-07:00

She was laying in bed when Kip kissed her hard on the mouth. "I thought you meant we'd take advantage by getting some sleep," she murmured against his mouth.
"I'd rather take advantage of you." He slid his hand down and squeezed her ample bottom. "There's something I've been wanting to do to you."

Mandy hooked her leg over his, spreading herself for him. "Yeah? You wanna tell me or show me?"

He replied by pressing his mouth of hers, sliding his tongue inside her. Her entire body woke up with a hum. He wiggled her little negligee off her body, leaving it tangled in the sheets. She felt his hard body pressing against hers as he licked at her nipples. They turned to pebbles under his tongue.
He slid down further, spreading her further. He licked at her slick heat, until she was panting, twisting the sheets around her. He came back and reached for the bedside table. They had stopped using condoms a while ago, when she went on the Pill.

He returned with a slick purple vibrator and a bottle of lubricant. Her body trembled in anticipation. He set the vibrator between them, and squeezed some lube on his hand. He rubbed it over his cock and then slipped his hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her soaking pussy.

A few thrusts left her begging for completion. But, he stopped. His hand came out and he rubbed some more lube on his fingers. His hand didn't stop at her pussy, he moved further back to her ass. With a finger he gently rubbed at the puckered hole.

"You okay with this?" he asked.

"It's not the first time we've ever done this." Her words were coming out in spurts as he massaged.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked again with a flash in his eyes.

She nodded. "Yes." She closed her eyes and let out a groan as his finger slipped inside. "God, yes."

He fingered the tight spot. She felt her muscles tensing and relaxing around his finger, as her body adjusted itself. He inserted a second finger, making sure she was ready.

He leaned over her and whispered into ear. "Can I fuck your tight ass?"

"Yes please," she replied. Her body felt like a taut string about to break. She
turned over cradling his erection against her lower back. He moved her up so he was pressed against her ass. There was a sudden mechanical hum. The vibrator, she recalled, as he reached around with one hand to press it against her clit.

She exploded in orgasm before he even entered her. He waited until the waves subsided and then he pushed gently, slowly into her. Once he was inside he was still, giving them time to adjust to the sensations.

"Please," she whispered. She reached her free arm back to caress his arm. He pressed the vibe harder against her as he started to move inside her.

He groaned behind her with each small movement. His mouth was pressed into the back of her head, as he took her. He muttered small encouragements. "God, you feel so amazing. So tight around me." Mandy closed her eyes and focused on the feelings in her body, the stretch his cock was creating, the hum of the vibrator moving through her entire body. And then she came so hard, she was sure she was seeing stars.

She heard him grunt behind her, the usual sign of his impending orgasm. She was certain she felt the physical force of his come hitting the inside of her body.

Kip and Mandy Excerpt 1

2009-04-06T14:19:00.000-07:00

As she went into Kip's bedroom, she felt her heart thud against her ribs. She took a deep breath and closed the door. She could hear the shower already on. She stared at the closed bathroom door for a few moments, trying to settle her nerves. Finally she stripped her clothes off and opened the door.

The room was steamy and she quickly shut it behind her. She ran her hand along the marble counter top, and then across the edge of the jacuzzi. The amount of money Kip had sunk in. It set her a little off balance. She forced those thoughts to the side, as she opened the shower door.

Kip yelped as he spun around. He wiped the water off his face. "Still open?" she asked, her voice pitched high.

He took her hand and pulled her into the spray of hot water. He kissed her then, as the water ran over his head, down her face. He moved so their bodies were pressed together.

Wordlessly, he soaped up his hands and started with her shoulders. By the time he was done, she had been washed all over by his hands. He shut off the water and climbed out. She just wordlessly followed his soundless demands. He dried her off and she closed her eyes, glorying in his hands on her body.

"Did you just come for the shower?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Do we have time?"

"Not to take the time to worship you like I should. But, it's been so long since I've had sex I'll go off the minute you touch me." She had already noticed his erection in the shower.

"Me too. I don't care. The first time, let's just. Not have expectations."

He kissed her and moved her backwards out of the bathroom. "You deserve better than what this is going to be." He picked up her up and placed her on the center of his bed. "You look like you belong there."

He descended upon her. His kisses heated and demanding. His fingers played on her skin, teasing her nipples, tracing circles on her areola. Then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. His fingers traveled down her body. He pressed open her legs. She whimpered in anticipation as her fingers drew restless circles on his chest, squeezed his shoulders.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to look at him while he caressed her so intimately. He combed his fingers through her dewy curls. He spread the tender lips, a finger pressed into her clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

She practically grabbed his cock, as it lay heavy between them on her thigh. She caressed him gently, rubbed him hard. Amazingly, he grew even harder with each stroke. At least it seemed that way to her. But, four years without sex might have caused her mind to play tricks on her.

He slipped one finger into her. "You feel so tight," he murmured into her ear. She didn't reply, she'd explain later. Maybe. It had been embarrassingly long for her. Instead, she let her legs fall open as she moaned.

He stroked her, stoking her further. She felt like she was about to explode when he stopped. His hand removed. She watched him through hazy eyes as he rolled over. She blinked as she saw him open a silver warper. Thank God he was thinking about protection, she realized as he covered himself.

He rolled her onto her back, pressing his weight into her. "Never doubt how sexy you are," he murmured, as guided his cock into her waiting body. He groaned low into her ear. "Good god, you are fucking tight."

She was. It hurt, so she pressed her eyes closed to hide it. As he started to thrust into her, he slipped a hand between their bodies, caressing that tiny hidden nub. The pain started to recede, and pleasure quickly took it's place. He pressed her higher and higher, rubbing faster and faster, thrusting harder into her. With one hand he lifted her hips upward, in response to the low moans she let out.

She felt herself explode. She opened her eyes in shock as the orgasm washed over her. "Holy mother of-." Kip stopped moving and lifted himself above her so he could see her.

Chantal- Part Three

2009-03-29T00:00:00.000-07:00

Part One
Part Two

Chantal heard from neither Lila nor William for two weeks. For those two week she found herself tense with anticipation. She was afraid to go to work, fearful that one of them would be there. Fearful that she wanted to see either of them again. She was starting to relax back into her normal life. Flirting with the new bartender, masturbating without William's face coming into her mind.

But then two weeks after that erotically bizarre night, William showed up in the middle of her show. He sat down at the center table in front of the stage, which somehow had remained empty despite the nearly full house. When she noticed him sit down, Chantal momentarily forgot where she was and what she was doing. She caught the next line but ended the set early.

Stepping off the stage, she made a beeline for the bar and ordered a whiskey before William caught up to her. Chantal closed her eyes with a deep sigh, silently praying for help.

"Lila was right. You are incredibly sexy up there. Well, you are anywhere. Sorry, I should have stayed in the back until you were done. I wanted a close up. Again." He spoke directly into her ear with his hand resting on her back.

She shivered involuntarily. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me her heart beat out. She turned to scowl at him when he grabbed her whiskey as the bartender set it down in front of her. "Hey, if you're giving your friends drinks you have to pay," Fred, the new bartender said.

"Whatever," Chantal said, waving him off. "Where's Lila?"

"At a spa weekend. She said I should come and watch you."

"I thought she was leaving you." He smiled over the rim of the glass as he sipped her drink. Chantal glared deeper.

"Don't act like I don't turn you on, Chantal, love." He caressed her arm. She was flooded with warmth and she couldn't pull away. "As for my Lila, we're going to try once more. She's really a good girl."

"Pretty sure she's a woman," Chantal snapped. "Give me my drink."

William rolled his eyes and leaned close again, as he pressed the drink into her hand. She could smell it on his breath which made it far more appealing than from the glass. "Do you deny when I pressed your head between my legs? Were you turned on?" He breathed on her. "I held you there a long time, but you complied." HE pressed his lips against hers and she melted, kissing him back fully.

He let her go just as quickly; smiling a knowing smile. Chantal felt her face heat. She glanced around for an escape route. "I have to - stage. Uh, sing soon." She took a breath to gather herself. "I have to go back on stage." She emptied the glass and then glanced up at him where he stood beside her. That was a mistake. The warning flashed too late.

He kissed her again. She responded again. Then, pushed away and practically ran backstage.

She took her next break outside without even going upfront for a drink. As she stood in the cool air, she was tempted to hail a cab and get the fuck out. To just run away from him.

"Hey, look, it's the hottie from the club. The singer." Two moderately drunk guys were walking by and noticed her. Chantal soared. She could flirt with them, promise to take them both home and she'd have protection from William's advances.

"Hi boys," she called, deepening her voice the seductive quality. "Come on over here and talk to me."

"Hi honey," one of them said as they lumbered over to stand in front of her. Easy pickings. She smiled at them while biting her lower lip.

"Hi, what are you doing out here?" she asked. "Leaving my show."

"No, hey, never. We were just getting some fresh air. Y'know," the taller one said. They were both blonde and hot as hell. Not handsome or sexy, like William, but plain hot. They stood close enough that she could smell their alcoholic breath.

"So, what's going on with you guys tonight?"

"We thought your show was over," the short one said.

"So we left. But, now, we can have our own private show. If you know what I mean."

Chantal smiled and stepped closer. "I have to get back in there in a few minutes. But, stick around." She ran her hands over one broad chest and then another. "We'll see where things take us."

The tall took advantage of her suggestion to run a hand over her breast. And then he was yanked away by an unknown force. The second guy started backing away.

"Back off guys. She's with me."

"Hey we didn't know," the short guy said, backing away with his hands up. He glanced nervously from Chantal to William to his friend. "She was being friendly with us."

"She's really friendly. With a short memory. You can go," William said. And the guys scrambled off to avoid tangling with William.

Chantal put on a good pout. "Come on, you chased away my evenings fun," she said.

"I am your evenings fun, Chantal," he growled stepping closer to her. He pressed his body fully against hers, trapping her between the cool brick wall and his warm, hard body. What a fun place to be, she thought, wiggling against him. He bent down his head and nipped at her ear. "You like playing the whore don't you."

The squirming stopped. Chantal hesitated while she considering deny the charge. Instead she raised her head. "Yes."

"Tonight you're going to be my whore." He pressed harder into her, squeezing the breath out of her chest. "Got it." He ran his hands down her sides and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. She gasped for air, struggling against his binding touch.

"Fuck, don't do that again," she panted out when he moved back enough to let her breath again.

He put his arm around her and moved her towards the door. "You better get back to work." Then he pressed his mouth against her ear. "Every sway of your hips, twist of your body, is for me."

My whore, the declaration rattled through her head the rest of her performance. She went through on auto-pilot.

As soon as she was off-stage, William was there with an arm around her. They went out to this car. Rushing through the night to his house.

The room he took her to was different. The furniture was darker wood. No frills here. It was a male room, William's room. The bed was merely queen sized. The head and foot boards slated.

"Wine?" he asked, as he poured two glasses of deep red liquid.

"Maybe the whiskey I was denied earlier."

"Better to be clear headed," he replied, picking up the glasses. Chantal walked past the bed. She fingered one of the restraints tied to the bed corner. "I had Lila tied there a few nights ago. Made her come over and over. Until she was in tears."

Chantal sat on the bed. The image of Lila's naked, writhing body flooded her pussy. "Here I thought it was for me."

William crossed the room to stand before her. His crotch near eye-level. He started undoing his belt. "Maybe later. You've kept me on edge all night. Actually for weeks I've been thinking about you. Where I want to come in you first." He dropped his pants and underwear. "I finally decided tonight as I watched your mouth move." He stepped forward brushing his cock against her lips. Chantal leaned forward. She took his cock into her mouth. She lathed her tongue over his hard length and swirled around the pulsing head. She bobbed her head, while she took him in and out of her mouth.

He grabbed two fists of hair. William held her steady while he thrust into her mouth. She kept her focus on breathing and relaxing as he thrust deep into her mouth. He groaned and grunted and then held deep in her mouth as she came.

Chantal sputtered. "Swallow sweet slut. Quickly. Drink my cum." Chantal gulped while she wiped her chin with one hand. "You look beautiful like that. Dripping, shocked."

"Wine please," Chantal managed."

William obliged, shoving the glass he still held in his hands to her. He watched as she emptied in two swift gulps. He refastened his pants and picked up the second glass, still full. "So many things I want to do with you. What do I start with tonight?"

Chantal waited, staring at the remains of the wine in the glass she held.

"You have five minutes to use the bathroom, undress and have yourself offered to me on this bed."

"And if I don't?" Chantal countered, lifting her eyes.

"Then I'll call you and cab and you can leave. And you won't see Lila or myself again. I suggest you go, the timer is going."

"Where is the closest bathroom?"

William pointed her to one off the bedroom. Chantal closed the door and stripped down, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor. She used the facilities and then splashed cool water on her face. Maybe she should just get dressed, go home and forget about luscious Lila and her Master.

Not seeing Lila again wasn't palatable. Neither was not fucking William.

The dominance and submission was intriguing as well. She was used to being in charge. Most guys were willing to let her direct things. She could let of control.

Maybe.

She could try to. She just wasn't going to tell William that yet.

His back was to her when she exited the bathroom. She arranged herself on the bed.

William turned around. "Ten seconds. Testing me some more?"

"Don't rush a woman in the bathroom."

His frown turned to a smile. "I think you could be a good Slave." He moved to stand next to the bed. "On your back whore. And relax. I was saying, you could be a good slave with some training."

"Training how?" Chantal turned to her back and stared at the light blue ceiling. She tried not to tense as wonder at what was happening next filled her with anxiety.

William caressed her arm while pulling it upwards. He secured her limbs to the restraints while answering her question. "Learning my rules and expectations. Having your insolence beaten out of you." He smiled at her. "You'd have to learn not to argue with me. I suspect you'd enjoy pain. It wouldn't be too much of a punishment."

"I've enjoyed a few spankings." She was strangely cheerful despite being tied up to a bed and threatened with beatings.

Chantal felt William's eyes on her. She closed her eyes to avoid his gaze. Once she was securely tied his touch disappeared. She heard scraping to her right. She dared a glance. He was sitting on a wooden chair, holding a glass of wine and staring at her. Heat suffused her at his gaze and she closed her eyes again.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and found him still staring. His glass was half-full. "How long is this the plan?"

"Till I get bored."

"I might fall asleep."

"That's fine. I can wake you." Chantal had never felt more exposed. Usually she liked being the center of attention, this was just making her self-conscious. She closed her eyes and tired to fall asleep.

William put his hand over the breast closet to him. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh. Then he plucked her nipple. He flicked it. He pinched, twisted and pulled. With each touch her pussy clenched and flooded. She couldn't touch the fire between her legs or even rub them together. She stiffened her resolve not to beg.

He bent his head and pulled the nipple into his mouth. He teased in every way he could think of. Suck, lick , bite, blow. Until she was moaning and squirming unable to stay still.

His fingertips scraped down her abdomen. She wiggled her hips, feeling his fingers parting her sticky vulva. "So wet already." His quiet murmur caused her eyes to fly open. She met his cool gaze. "You really are quite the little whore. How often do you pick someone up? In a month?"

"Are you always so unaffected?"

He scowled at her, while giving her a sharp slap between the legs. A whimper escaped and he slapped her a second time. "My question first whore. How often?"

"Oh, at least twice a month. Average. Depends when I work and if I'm on the rag." Her answer was rewarded with a gentle rubbing of her clit with his thumb. "And my question?"

"Is not important. I told you tonight you are my whore, my slut." He pushed two fingers inside her body. Distracted by the pleasurable invasion of her pussy, Chantal didn't reply.

Her moans started deep in her body when William started thrusting his fingers. As her climax built, her tone got higher until she felt ready to break. So close. "Yes, yes. A little more," she called out. Her body arched and strained against the restraints.

His hand stilled. Chantal gasped in protest, her chest heaved for air. "Fuck."

"Not tonight, whore."

"But-" He silenced her by pressing his dripping fingers into her mouth. She sucked eagerly at her own juices. "As close as you can get to eating yourself out." He removed his fingers.

Chantal closed and opened her fingers. "I suppose."

"You aren't used to being out of control are you?"

"Not really." She paused and chewed on her lip.

"You pick partners you can dominate."

"I suppose."

"And Lila is used to being dominated. But would like to dominate as well," he mused. "And I think you'd like to be submissive."

"If anything I've learnt I'd rather not."

"You're afraid to give in. To let go."

"Why are you insistent on controlling women?" Chantal challenged.

William raised his eyebrows. Then he dragged a finger across her still sensitive clit.

She shuddered. "Avoiding the question?"

"I'm seeing just how much you can take. Before you give into it. Before you give up control."

I"m hardly in control." She pulled an arm to demonstrate that she was still tied.

"You fight your body's reactions as much as you fight me playing with you. Or calling you a slut."

She did hate that label. She resented the implications. She resented that he could take her as far as he wanted. She wanted to come, she ached for release.

He thrust into her again. And again, he took her to the edge of climax and left her without relief.

"You want to come so badly that you don't enjoy each shudder and movement. And I don't want to control you, slut. I want to show you what you are capable of." He put his hand on her stomach and rubbed a slow gentle circle. "Close your eyes and just feel now."

When her breathing relaxed, he thrust his fingers into her again.

Chantal kept her eyes closed. She could feel every millimetre of his finger stroking her inner walls. She felt her inner body clenching around him. The pace of her breath increased with his thrusts.

The build to climax was slower. Even as he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing vigorously. And when she came she saw stars.

Chantal- Part Two

2009-03-25T14:14:00.000-07:00

Part One

They didn't touch until they'd arrived at Lila's grand home. Both feeling too tipsy to drive, they'd shared a silent cab ride.

Once inside the house, Chantal's body was tight with anticipation. She couldn't stand it so she grabbed Lila's shoulders and kissed her, hard and chaste. Lila was rigid with surprise but she gradually softened into Chantal's body, who kept the kiss from turning heated. The last thing she wanted was to seduce the sexiest woman in the world in the entry way of her soon-to-be ex-husband's house.

"Do you want, uh, something to drink?" Lila asked breathlessly.

Chantal shook her head. "All I want is you." She could feel a buzz in her body. The promise of mutual pleasure.

Lila leaned in and kissed the younger woman, catching her lower lip between nipping teeth. Chantal moaned and squirmed against Lila's lithe body.

Lila pulled away quickly and grabbed Chantal's hand. They walked briskly down a hall, up a flight of stairs and to another hall. Chantal opened a wide door and flicked on the light.

The room was larger than Chantal's whole apartment. And the centre piece was a four poster bed. The head boar was hidden behind hundreds of pillows. Chantal kicked off her shoes and jumped on. She relaxed into the pillows and gave Lila her best "come hither" look.

Lila locked the door without explanation and then followed the invitation to the bed.

Along with her shoes, she also removed her jacket to reveal a thin, lacy camisole stretched over her breasts. Chantal reached her hand out and caressed one. The nipple tightened and puckered beneath her stroking palm. She bent her head and tongued the tight bud through the material which caused it to tighten even more. She gave the same treatment to the other nipple.

Lila pushed Chantal's hands away. She slipped the straps of Chantal's dress over the soft skin of her shoulders. Lila quickly divulged Chantal of her dress. She took in the youthful body, though there was only six, maybe eight, years between them.

Chantal's bra and panties, matching black scraps of lace fell to the floor. She stretched out on the blue satin bedspread. It was cool and slick on her skin. Lila's mouth, on her skin, was the direct opposite sensation from the bedding, causing a deep shiver to run through Chantal's body. A heated tongue lapped over each nipple. Mouth and teeth teased, leaving Chantal squirming and pulling at the bed clothes.

"Stay as still as you can. Very still," Lila said in a light voice. Despite the lightness, there was a commanding virtue to it. Lila slipped down Chantal's sleek body.

Chantal nodded and bit her bottom lip with resolve to please Lila with her stillness. Lila's hands pushed her legs open. Lila pressed a kiss to Chantal's cleft, then her fingers parted the delicate folds hidden within downy curls. She sat back slightly to take in the dusky rose shades. Lila kissed gently, then in long, slow laps of her tongue she caressed Chantal intimately.

Chantal shuddered with each stroke. And, when they stopped, Lila pressed harder or faster. Then she slid her fingers into Chantal's slick depths. Chantal's inner walls sucked her in, deeper and harder.

All t he while, Chantal concentrated on keeping her body still. Her hands clenched and released the blankets and Lila's shoulders. Her moans raised higher and higher until she climaxed. Chantal couldn't stop shaking, even when Lila stopped touching her.

"Did you give her permission to come?" a male voice asked politely.

Lila groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Not that kind of night," Lila replied with an edge in her voice.

"Pity. Well, it can change. Come here." Lila glanced at Chantal before leaving the bed. At the man's guidance, she sat on his lap. What the hell was going on? Chantal's mind clamoured to know.

Lila's movement left Chantal to study the man holding her. He was by far the most attractive man she'd ever seen. Long, dark hair, deep blue eyes, a goatee framing beautiful lips. He was dressed in black dress pants and a white button up shirt. No tie on now, but his shirt wrinkled like he'd been wearing one. Chantal felt an unwanted jolt of desire as his eyes combed over her. His eyes acknowledged he'd seen that and he smiled at her.

"Who is this?" Chantal asked finally finding her voice.

"My husband, William," Lila replied.

"And you obey him even during the divorce?"

William answered. "Our bond goes deeper than marriage. Lila is- struggling with her place."

"I cannot be wholly submissive anymore. I need to assert myself," Lila protested. With his hard look she added, "Sir."

"Maybe I should go," Chantal said as she moved toward the edge of the bed and looked for her clothes.

"No," the couple said. William spoke, "Are you into S and M? Domination?"

"Tying each other up?"

"More than that. Lila said, a few years back, that she'd be wholly submissive to me. Now she wants to go back on that." He looked at Lila with steel in his gaze. "What do I do with her now? She didn't even introduce me as her Master." He caressed her cheek with his palm and then slapped her lightly. "what do I do now, my love?"

Chantal watched in stunned silence while the couple kissed deeply. She sat half off the bed watching intently when an unwelcome pang of jealousy hit. She wanted to kiss William. The submissive part might be a problem.

William continued to hold Lila captive while he undressed her. He caressed her bare breasts lightly and briefly; his fingers dipped between her legs. He raised his head to gaze at Chantal. "Do you wish to take care of this part?"

Chantal didn't hesitate to join them. She suckled at Lila's breasts, teasing in the same way she had been teased. William pushed Chantal until she was kneeling on the floor between Lila's lax legs.

He set them further apart which exposed her bare pussy. Chantal looked up at him. Questioning, submitting. He stroked her hair. "I worried you'd be wilful, demanding. You're a natural submissive." He eased her head forward until she could smell Lila's arousal but her attention was still on William. "Go ahead. Lick her until she comes. Then I'll fuck her. She won't deny me tonight."

He spread Lila's labia for Chantal. She grabbed Lila's thighs with her hands. She lapped sloppily at Lila's cunt, smearing her face. Lila jumped, her first reaction since Chantal sat down. Lila's thighs clamped against Chantal's head, making Lila's cries and Williams words muffled.

What came through was Lila's reaction. Her full body tremors as she came. Chantal wanted more but William pushed her back.

He was naked, his erection at attention from a dark patch of hair. Chantal's haze of lust urged her to lunge for it. She met Williams eyes and his gaze held her back. He stroked Lila's cheek. "Come my pet. Sit on my lap, take my cock."

Lila eased her body onto his cock. Chantal, still on the floor, had an eye level view of cock into pussy.

"Good girl," William said in a tight voice. "Fuck me, my little slut."

As Lila began moving over him, he took Chantal's hand. He guided it between his legs to stroke his ball sac. She stroked while she watched his cock slide in and out of Lila. She only raised her head, when he stiffened and grunted. She felt his balls tighten and then release.

He stilled Lila's body. "Darling, clean yourself." Lila raised herself and headed for the door. "Oh some wine. White, sweet. Three glasses."

Lila felt the room, closing the door behind her. William turned his attention to Chantal. "What's your name lovely? And what's your story?"

"Chantal. I met Lila at the club I sing in. Last Friday, I sang 'Me and Mrs. Jones'. She and I talked. This week she brought me here."

He nodded. "And you want what I've given Lila" Chantal must have looked confused because he added, "My cock. I think you'd have preferred that."

Chantal tried to feign disinterest. "I got off before you interrupted."

"Well, you can clean it off for me. But I won't fuck you tonight. Another time."

Chantal didn't move. He had no claim on her and she wasn't going to submit to his will. Well, submit further, she realized thinking back. She wasn't going to give him anything when she wasn't going to get anything in return.

"Oh, don't do that darling. We both know you want it." She met his gaze steadily.

He dug his fingertips into her hair and pressed her head into his lap. "Clean." She sighed. She could argue further, but she would only be denying herself what she wanted. Either way she'd go home with a hungry ache in her pussy. Besides, if she complied she might have the chance for another orgasm. She opened her mouth and licked him. After she was done lapping, she took his cock into her mouth. She pulled it in and out of her mouth, trying to get him hard. He remained soft despite her best efforts.

She heard Lila return. "Pour us each a glass, my pet. Bring mine here. Chantal will have hers in a moment. Then I think she'd like to be taken home." He patted her head as she continued to caress him with her tongue.

He finally pushed her away. "That's enough. You are quite good at that. Another time I would have enjoyed coming in your mouth. Not tonight. I suspect you don't do well with delayed gratification. Help yourself to a glass of wine." He patted her cheek.

Chantal downed the glass of wine in three swallows. "Clearing my mouth of the taste," she said, looking at William with hard eyes.

He laughed. "Am I right? Are you ready to go home? I'll give you a ride."

"I'd prefer a taxi," she replied. He shrugged.

"Get dressed then. I'll call." He walked over and picked up the phone on the side table. His eyes remained on Chantal as she dressed.

He left the room undressed. "Why do you go along with this?" Chantal demanded of Lila.

"He's charismatic. He's beautiful. And he loves me. I love him too, you know," Lila stayed on the sofa, naked, while she sipped her wine.

Chantal shook her head. "He is persuasive. And beautiful. I don't think I believe he's capable of love or being loved."

"It's there. Being dominant. It's just who he is. I have to learn to accept that. I will try to see you next week."

The door reopened and William appeared. He stuck his head around the corner. "Lila stay here. I'll return shortly." Lila nodded.

"Good bye," Chantal said.

"See you soon," Lila replied, raising a hand to her lips and then outward.

Chantal shook her head again, the surrealism of the evening washing over her. William put his hand on the small of her back as she walked by. He guided her to the front door again. He kissed her cheek. "Thank you for stopping by." As if she was a family friend who just happened to drop by for coffee. "Lila and myself will see you again soon. It was a very lovely morning." He grinned.

Chantal didn't say anything as she reached for the front door to open it.

"Wait," William said. He pressed some bills into her hand. "For the cab ride home. Sorry if you felt uncomfortable. Next time will be better for you. I'll give you what you wanted."

He opened the door and pushed her out into the cool morning air. There was a few hours before the sun was due to come up. Lila climbed into the waiting taxi and gave him the address to her apartment. Then she laid her head back against the seat of the cab with a deep sigh.

Second Chance Romance

2009-03-13T12:31:00.000-07:00

I've decided to use my semi-own webspace for the novel (instead of Lulu) and if you like my stuff please donate. Only the first few chapters are up. Second Chance Romance.

The start is more like a young adult, but it moves forward quickly into the relationship of adult Mandy and Kip, once high school sweethearts and their second chance for their first love.

12 years ago Kip Turner let the girl of his dreams go to pursue his dream of playing hockey.

Kip and Mandy were opposites in high school. He was popular and good looking. She was unathletic and shy. Despite their differences they fall in love.

A year after high school, Kip is drafted into the NHL. He’s going to a play across the country. Mandy is pursuing her dream of becoming a teacher and she refuses to go with him while insisting that Kip follow his own dream. Kip goes to follow his dream and they break off their relationship.

12 years later ...

They come into contact again. Mandy is a single mother and Kip has been playing hockey. But fate has moved them to neighboring Albertan cities.

Could they renew their old relationship and have a successful end? Or is Mandy going to let him go all over again?

Over the next few weeks I'll post some excerpts.

Chantal - Part one

2009-03-08T19:47:00.000-07:00

Chantal was sweating as she stepped off stage. Her heart was pounding against her ribs. She'd been channelling her best Michael Buble. Totally nailed "Me and Mrs. Jones."

She sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. "Great song," the bartender, Sam, placing her drink before her. "But, isn't that usually one the guys do?"

Chantal smiled and sipped her wine. "I felt inspired to do it. Probably because the girl who picked me up last week was such a big fan of his work. And that got me listening to it in the shower."

Sam grinned, clearly interested in the girl on girl, which made Chantal roll her eyes. Reasons not to sleep with the bartender at the club you sing at regularly. The singing part, she amended in her mind, she didn't sleep with Sam on a regular basis. Just that once. "Don't you have orders to fill or glasses to polish or something?"

Sam grinned wider, but walked away, since there were other people waiting.

Chantal watched as a woman in the three piece suit sat down beside her. She sat her drink down in front of her, something fancy and pink. "Hello," she said, her voice sounding as polished as her look. Her hair was short, spiky. Chantal could imagine her fingers buried in that hair, as the beautiful red lips were pressed between her thighs. "I am Mrs. Jones."

Chantal laughed softly. "Chantal." Mrs. Jones raised her hand and Chantal took it, cool, dry skin to skin. They shook lightly and then let go. A moment of regret flashed through Chantal's mind. She should have kissed the offered hand instead of informally shaking it. "Are you really?"

"Just until the divorce. The process doesn't go quickly however."

Chantal hummed, trying to decide if the situation was ironic or not. "Have you been here before? I've never seen you. I sing her on Fridays."

"No, a friend insisted I come out with her tonight. A change of scenery."

Mrs. Jones placed her hand over Chantal's on the wine glass. There was a spark in her eyes. Chantal glanced to the stage feeling pressured. The interim music was winding down. One more song before the next set began. Chantal bit her bottom lip, considering her own spark of interest.

Mrs. Jones smiled with compassion. "You are an amazing singer. The way you move your hips." She stood, holding her drink. "I'll see you next week." She leaned over and kissed Chantal's cheek and then returned to her table.

The following Friday, Chantal arrived thirty minutes before she needed to. She finalized her set list with the stage manager and then sat the bar anxiously. The mysterious Mrs. Jones hadn't arrived early. She probably wasn't coming at all, Chantal decided, trying to convince herself that it wasn't important to her.

She was in need of a stronger drink. She motioned to Sam. "Whiskey." Just one before the show.

"Hey, where's your smile?" Chantal turned towards the face she'd been unable to conjure all week. But, the face was more beautiful than she remembered. "Sorry, I'm late. My husband- ah, never mind."

Chantal's heart fell again. "I thought the divorce was final." Please let it be final. She gulped her whisky, concentrating on the burning feeling down her throat.

"There may have been some exaggeration. I blame your hips." Her gaze fell like a touch over Chantal. "I was going to flirt and then leave. IT was touching you." She put her hand on Chantal's knee. "My only thought after that was getting into your pants." Her eyes glanced over Chantal's dress. "Er, dress."

Chantal finished her drink and thought about a second. "You are getting divorced right?" The stage manager was motioning. Chantal stood. "I have to go. I'll be back between sets."

"I'll be right up front."

During the first break, Mrs. Jones replied to the question. "There's supposed to be a divorce. I"m still living with him." She closed her eyes, her hand clenching her glass. "He sorta seduced me before I left the house."

So didn't want to know, Chantal thought, staring at Monica or Monique, the waitress. She waved her hand and ordered that second whiskey. "You don't have to explain. We- you and I don't have anything."

"Sorry. I just needed to get that out."

They sat in silence for a while, until the waitress brought Chantal's drink. "You look amazing up there," Mrs. Jones said. "Really sexy in that dress. Like a real blues singer." Her hand was on Chantal's thigh.

After the show they'd still gotten no further than small talk. Chantal didn't change or take off her make up as she walked off stage. She sat down across from Mrs. Jones and looked her in the eye. "Two things, Mrs. Jones. Are you going to tell me your first name? And, your place or mine?" She leaned into the older woman, letting her fingers run over the shiny lips.

Read my novel

2009-03-06T08:31:00.000-08:00

Image by Burns! via Flickr

I'm playing with Authonomy.

You can read my latest novel attempt there.

It's a slightly erotic romance novel about two high school sweethearts who broke up 12 years ago and are now reunited.

It came from watching Calgary Flames a few times a week and my drifting off to sleep fantasies of what it would be like to be in a relationship with a hockey player. Okay, I grew up in a big hockey town, with a big crush on a goalie. Oh, unrequited teenage crush.

Anyway, this is the first in a planned series of different players on the team. I've started the second one.

I also finally have Slave's beginnings finished. It came to me in those drifting off to sleep moments one night. Master is still named William and Slave was once Chantal, a jazz singer.

If I'm on the topic of fantasies, after I finish the hockey thing, it might end up being a band one. OR well, y'know. Although the band thing does have potential for group sex and multiple relationships. Anyway, I've been listening to far too much Nickelback lately.

Image by Getty Images via Daylife

So ... I enjoyed it

2008-12-17T12:31:00.000-08:00

So it was this blog post via Radical Vixen/Sugasm that flipped that on switch to my libido on Saturday. But there was still illness about the household, so I read some stuff at greatsexgames.com/forums and was even more turned out, with no place to go. So I reread the post on Sunday and it was the same.

Remember that anal toy I talked about sometime ago? Well, I went and put that in. And well, that got the electricity flowing right into my cunt.

Dragged my partner to the bedroom. Living in a cold nation of the world we quickly undressed and hopped under the blankets. (I once said that we would have start showering together so we don't forget what each other's naked bodies look like, but I needn't have worried the heat got turned up very quickly).

There was kissing and a little groping which was boring. In comparison.

I recalled that he'd showered earlier, and since going down on clean cock is very nice, I demanded he lay down. He did and I immediately took his cock into my mouth and pressed it as deep as I dared go. (It's unfortunate that I have a weak gag reflex). And he was very quiet while I sucked, licked, caressed with my hand and mouth. I lifted my head, "You still alive up there?" He nodded, trying to convey that it was amazing.

And then I felt the urge. I moved my body up his and shoved my pussy over his face. (I'm not usually so demanding nor do I really like receiving oral sex, but that night, I just really wanted it).

Good times. I wish there could have been a picture taken of me. I felt incredibly sexy, while I gripped the door frame with one hand and tried to climb the wall with the other.

So, while the licking was going on I took his free hand and pressed it against my anal plug. He wiggled it around, and thrust it a little, but it wasn't enough.

I finally managed to tear myself away from the good things happening to my pussy to grab the silicone lube off the dresser. Covered his cock in it, pulled out my anal plug and let him in. Very very slowly. Seems I didn't lube the plug quite well enough when I put it in so I was a little raw, and I was a little scared of pain going in. There was a little, but he let me take the lead and go slow for the first while. I imagine it was a bit of torture to go so slowly for him, but hey you want in my ass, that's the price.

Eventually, after I felt comfortable with it, he asked if he could thrust. And that was good. And then I got onto my back and he continued thrusting and it felt really good. And he fingered my clit. But, what I really wanted was something my pussy too, he tried that earlier on but it felt too tight.

He came and I didn't really realize because I was so close, I demanded he keep going. And he did until I had a little orgasm (I like Penis in vagina orgasms better). And now days later we are still going: Did that really all happen? It was just so unlike me. All of it.

Not in the mood

2008-12-10T09:15:00.000-08:00

I haven't been in the mood to write sex well, since about last time I posted here. I find it hard sometimes to muster the mood to have sex.

I'm feeling so unsexual right now sometimes I find it hard to believe that I wrote these sex stories. Words strung together that turned me on and perhaps other people as well. I don't know, there are no comments. okay there are 2.

I've never mentioned here before my struggle to overcome issues that I believe stem from childhood sexual abuse. It's not an easy road to travel, but it's been set before me.

I did do NaNoWriMo this year. And it went well, hopefully ... I'll let you know what the future brings. That's for reading.

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Sugasm #143

2008-08-06T10:26:00.000-07:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #144? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Anti-Porn Protest Gets Weird
“People get very excited about their causes and lack the sense to see if the information backs them up. ”

The Come Shot
“You don’t see their bodies going blotchily red and hear them howling like a banshee.”

Third Time’s a Charm
“If I lift my kilt on Bourbon Street I’m much more likely to get arrested than if Elizabeth takes off her top.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
In My Office

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The game is afoot!!
I Look Good Naked
It is a Journey that Defies Labels
My Doppelgänger Wrote About Me!
My First Peeping Tom
Perfect vs Good
Why I hate threesomes
You Say Po-tay-to, I Say Po-tah-to

Sex & Politics
Musings on Masculinity: Gabe
Prostitution: To Legalize Or Not?

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Blonde whore sex video with blowjob
Cam Lover is addicted to CamWithHer clips
Femdom Mz Berlin Double Fists Audrey Hollander’s Ass In Lesbian Bondage Scene On Chanta’s Bitches
First post, first HNT!
Fuck me like your bitch boy (pic)
Girls and computers
Half-Nekkid with a New Toy
Jodie Marsh in Hot Party Dress Spilling Out her Boobs
Ms. Elle with Lash
Phone Sex Grandma
Satine Phoenix Forced To Cum On Fucking Machines
Tits for Troops
Where are the women?
X Marks The Spot

Sex Advice
Study The Master: How to Flirt, The Dean Martin Way
Thai green curry is the way to a spicy sex life

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
20 Questions With Tina Tyler
Andrew Blake Thinks He’s Stan Brakhage
Interview with John of Leather Thorn Paddles
Perpetuating Stupid Stereotypes
Review: The Clover Plug
Sextoy Review! The GIGI “Pleasure Object” by LELO
Win A Vollers Corset From Mio Destino Lingerie

Erotic Writing and Experiences
After tapas
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 3
Can you keep quiet?
Contrast (a love song)
Fiction: Hipster Girl
Hard times, hard-ons, hookers, & strippers
I need to fuck Amanda.
A Little Tingle
Marcy(fantasy)
Mister McIntyre’s Secret - Part One
Mrs. Kink Gets Kinky Email From D
No reservations. part 6
“Once there was a boy and he was beautiful… “
One Track Mind
Pre-MILF II
She danced into my fairytale-Part Three
She Kissed Me
She-some
Slut in the park
Try not to scream…
View From The Balcony

Sex Humor
Taking the Piss Out of the Internet, One Golden Shower at a Time

BDSM & Fetish
Amber’s Wedding Day Confession (Part Three/Continued)
Catalina loves FetLife
Chained
Famed Dom Sgt. Major Brings His Slutty Friends To Backdoor Bondage
Fine Art 101
The locks are broken
A Master And Femdom Cane A Slut Who Kneels On Frozen Peas, While In Bondage
Prelude in E (for Embarrassment)
r’s naughty thoughts on a scene with his Mistress and Ms. Nikki Nefarious
Strap On Play Is Not Just A Fetish, It’s Fun!
Sub night
The Tea Party
A virgin does Thunder, part II
Weekend, part two: dancing
A Wicked Tease

Note: I’m taking a week off. The deadline for the next Sugasm will be August 14th. Sugasm #144 will be published August 18th. Thanks, Vixen

Can you keep quiet?

2008-07-30T08:15:00.000-07:00

I followed him through the dimly lit house. The sun hadn't completly gone down yet. Summer days were still long. And warm.

I was happy when we exited to the backyard. The cooler evening air caressed my skin. Which was more exposed than covered; in a super short skirt, a halter top that tied around the neck making the back nearly unnecessary, and barely there at all.

There is a pile of blankets on the lawn. Not a jumbled pile. They are laid out ontop of each other, a thin mattress. I stop short beside the pile, looking at the man beside me. My eyes telegram the "What's going on?" question to him.

He shrugs with a lazy grin.

I turn a full circle around the yard. It's dim. But I can hear voices, not for the neighbours, but neighbours of neighbours. My voice is high pitched. "Out here?"

He pulls me down to sit on the blankets. Suddenly relaxed, I lay back and look at the sky turning for day to dark, the magical time of dusk. A darkening purple hue paints the view above me, as the first stars twinkle out some light.

I sigh, feeling happy and contented with the day. And he starts pulling up my skirt.

My body tenses. Not that I mean to. It's just a natural reaction to the threat of exposure. Although we have privacy. No one is watching, no one is listening. But they could be. My hands try to push his away and then we both still.

He leans over me, his eyes boring into mine. Staring me down. "Here's the deal," he says, his gaze steady. My hands are shaking.

He clears his throat. His eyes still hold mine, and I grab onto the look, like I would a lifeline, letting him ease my anxieties. "No one will know what we are doing out here if you can be quiet."

"And if I can't?"

His eyes turn from serious to amusment. "That's part of the fun isn't it?"

He grabs my wrists in one hand, so I can no longer hinder him, and he pulls my skirt up. With one hand he removes my panties.

I lay there. Thinking about this idea. Fuck, it's making me wet. I can feel it between my legs, I want to rub them together. But he's holding me open.

The cool air rushes in between my thighs. Soothing the heat there.

"My goal here is to make you scream," he says, letting go of my hands. Instead of pushing him away, I put my hands on his head, letting his soft hair slip through my fingers.

And then, gloriously, he is kissing me. Kissing the most feminine part of my body. His lips are hotter, somehow, than my pussy lips. Softer, sweeter.

I let out a soft sigh. Then clamp my lips together, remembering where I am, that I must be quiet.

And then his tongue threatens to send me up in flames. My whole body is tense as he licks at the center of my being.

Slowly, by each flick of his tongue, then his fingers pushing into my body. A welcome intrusion. My hips lift and thrust. He pushes me down.

I can't stay still. I am coming undone. My breathing is shallow. Rapid and hitched. As I try to get closer.

It's like a burst of light behind my eyes when I come. I am aware that I am voicing my pleasure. Not shouting or screaming, but I am not quiet when I come. I try to stop, but his tongue and fingers are pushing me forward, onward, stretching out the pleasure snapping in my pussy, shooting out into my body.

It goes on and on, like those sparklers are inside my body. I become aware that he is longer touching me, and the snapping nerves slow. And then they stop all together.

My breathing is still shallow, as he grins at me, the white teeth glowing in the near dark. "I think you lost," the shadow of his body says, seeming ethereal, disembodied.

"Pretty sure someone heard that one. But, it was worth it."

He laughs, his body falling over mine, pushing me back onto the blanket, his lips falling over mine. We laugh together.

First draft

2008-07-04T10:00:00.000-07:00

My first draft of my first real novel is done. I finished sometime yesterday. 72,000+ words. I'm not turning that computer on to find out the total count.

I feel accomplished. Like I'm that much closer to a dream.

I'm starting to plan the second draft. Then I might share, then again maybe a third draft is a better point at which to share. I have hated editing in the past, but one night (during sex no less) it hit me what was wrong with my novel.

Wish me luck on that venture. I'm going on vacation this weekend for a week. And it's been too hot for sex here anyway.(mostly) I can't even seem to find a good fantasy.

Thinking of You (Overheated Edition)

2008-07-02T07:44:00.000-07:00

It's so damn hot that my hair is merely damp after my shower. My body draped over my bed- limbs falling off the edges- like a discarded towel. Face down, I cradle my head against my arms. The fan moves the heavy air, now cool, now caressing my skin. Blowing my thoughts from the long day.

I let myself drift.

Thinking of you ...

My hand slips between my body and the quilt. Sliding down between my open thighs, where the humidity seems to have gathered.

My fingers mush my pussy lips together. Pushing hard together, putting out from my body.

Thinking of your tongue, hands, lips ...

Rubbing my palm, flat against the soft mound. Slow circles. Fast circles. I am slowly crazed just by the thought, by desire.

Thinking of your breath, your voice, your body heavy over mine ...

My fingers slid into the shallow, slick folds. Tracing the treasure within. Spreading the wet desire. My breath comes out in gasps. My hips lift, meeting my imagination.

Thinking of you hard inside, slipping, sliding, taking, giving ...

I let my slick fingers meet the hard nub of my clit. Swirling around, teasing myself. Dipping into the seemingly endless well of desire.

Thinking of you exploding, taking me higher, so close now ...

One finger. Two. It's not the same. I thrust them in anyway. Pushing, pulling my clit. Pushing my body right over the brink. I think I may have screamed. The release, the frustration of not quite enough.

Thinking of you ... here alone, by myself. I close my eyes and pretend to curl with you. Sharing the sweet afterglow.

Thinking of you I can count the hours until I see you again ...

Anal Toys

2008-06-04T13:15:00.001-07:00

This is one of those non-fictional posts. But I ordered stuff and I so need to share that.

I ordered some silcone anal toys, a set of 3, from the wonderful Come As You Are store in Toronto, Canada. These ones are even made in Canada so awesome for me. It says they are out of stock currently, so we'll see. I also ordered some lube.

If you order $80 you get free shipping in Canada. So I did so. I want a vibrator. I had a silver bullet but the cord when on it and I found it WAY too intense for my poor clit. It's hard to find low intesnity vibes. My SO says I should buy one and get used to it. a freind used to tell me to use it with clothing in between.

Frankly, I'm happy with my current masturbatory practices. And I'm a little afraid if I get a vibe, I'll get lazy with my fantasies. I LOVE my fantasies. Masturbating is like a creative exerercise, stress relief and orgasm all in one. How great is that?!

I will report when they arrive. And more so when I use the things. :)

Watching

2008-06-03T09:19:00.000-07:00

As usual, this is part of something longer. Or will be once I finish the "novel" I'm currently working on. But that could be sometime in the future. There is a larger relationship between the characters obviously, but I'm not going to tell you what it is.

He could hear her moans and the bed squeaking before he saw anything. She obviously thought he'd left the house. That she was alone. He crept toward the bedroom, preying the floor wouldn't give him away.

Leaning against the door frame he got an eyeful. She was face down on the bed, ass in the air, with her fingers buried in her cunt. Her entire body moved as she thrust them in and out causing the bed to squeak slightly.

He pulled in his gut to hold back the moan threatening to escape. His eyes glued on her fingers working in and out of her body. He felt all the blood in his body being pumped into his cock, which strained against his jeans.

"Don't stop on my account," he said hoarsely.

She shrieked and yanked her fingers out, turning to glare at him. "For fuck's sake. What the fuck are you doing? Spying on me?"

He looked over her half naked body. In for a penny and all that, he thought, stepping forward. He pressed a hand to her knee and spread them. She relaxed back onto the pillows and gave him liberties. He brushed his knuckles into the damp curls between her legs. Her soft mound was wet as well. "Must have been some fantasy," he said, probing the swollen folds with a finger.

She sighed and seemed to relax further. She gasped when he dragged it over her clit. He rubbed roughly, spurred by her reactions and his now rampant lust. As quickly as he started, he stopped rubbing and thrust two fingers into her. She was flooding around him. He pulled his fingers out and looked into her eyes, while he sucked one off. He knelt onto the bed and offered her the other one. She obligingly sucked.

His cock was beginning to ache from the restraint of his jeans. He shucked them quickly, dropping them on the floor. When he stood up she had pulled her knees up, tense once more. He looked at her, she hadn't said no, she would if she wanted him to stop. She was in need of a little more assurance that it was safe.

He moved to the end of the bed and pressed his hands to her knees. "No more than what you want," he said, looking at her. He bent his head and kissed the soft skin of her knees. She relaxed and let him spread her legs. He kissed the inside of her knee and then up her thigh. She jumped when his tongue touched the soft skin juncture between her thighs. Her breath hissed out as he licked her in slow long laps.

She went soft and hot as he licked. He lifted his head only when her thighs began shaking. Her whimpers had turned to loud moans of approval. She gave a cry of protest when she registered his withdrawal. She reached down and grabbed his head. "Fuck me," she said, in a hoarse voice.

He eased himself off the bed and removed his shirt and his boxers, letting them fall to the floor with his jeans. "Tell me what you were fantasizing about," he countered. His cock hardened in protest. He nearly looked down. It was a gamble, but he hoped she wanted it as much as he did.

She avoided his gaze. She let go of his head and moved back. She shook her head.

He pressed a finger into her clit and rubbed a small circle. "Come on baby, let me in. I wanna know what goes on in your mind when you're getting down and dirty with yourself."

"You all right. This exact situation. Well, not exact, since in my fantasy you weren't a complete ass about the whole thing and spying on me. But you, all right. Please just finish me."

He felt his heart flip in his chest as he moved his body over her. He kissed her deeply, finally. Between them he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. She kissed him back just as heatedly, just as if she had been waiting and wanting like he had. He wanted to ask if she was sure, but it was too late, her body was hugging him, pulling him.

"That feels better than I imagined," she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusting. He slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit with one finger, round in circles, as he thrust into her harder. She was still murmuring, which was going to cause him to shot off before she'd been satisfied.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she bit his neck, "Nnmhnh," she said.

He stroked the side of her breast, stopping his movements. "Shh, sweetheart. Relax, let me take care of you."

Her fingers and teeth released and she stroked his skin instead. "I never dreamed it could be this good. I never thought it would be with you," she said.

He lifted himself and sank into her again and again, rubbing her clit. "I want to feel your orgasm. I want to make you come for me."

He didn't know if it was his words, or the press of his fingers on her clit, or his cock entering and leaving her body, but she climaxed. Her body hugged his tighter, she lifted her body up to his, holding him tight, and she shouted her appreciation for the moment. It left him mindless, to her chatter, to her shuddering aftershocks. He took her hard then, driving into her, driving toward his own climax.

He felt her come again, quieter this time. And then, he found his own peak, deep inside her. He thrust weakly a few more times, extending the feeling of fireworks inside his entire body. Then he let his weight ease onto her. She held him tight, kissing his shoulders, neck, face, and talking. He couldn't hear any of the words.

"I'm sorry I spied," he said, roughly, as he recovered and moved away from her. "I just heard and I couldn't help it."

She didn't reply. She rolled away from him so she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He stood up and moved around the bed. He cleared his throat and continued. "Your ass in the air, fingers buried in you, that one will be in my fantasies for a long time." He stood in front of her and she looked up at him, her face flushed.

"We - that-"

He pressed his fingers to her lips. "Don't worry. I know. I have to get going. I forgot a paper and had to come back. We'll talk later."

He dressed quickly as did she without saying a word.

Sugasm #130

2008-05-06T08:16:00.000-07:00

It's been a while since I submitted to Sugasm. <3 you guys.

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His Slut

2008-05-01T08:55:00.000-07:00

"Fuck," she muttered, hiking it down the hall to the copy room. She didn't dare glance over her shoulder to see if he'd notice her. She came late at night to the office to avoid him.

It wasn't harassment. Every time he came near her she lost her tongue. In his mouth. And then minutes later they were fucking. She couldn't say No to him. She really should say No. They worked together- it was just far too complicated.

The inherent wrongness of the situation made it hotter, more appealing.

She snapped out of her reverie and stared at the copy machine. Why was she in here? Fuck. She was already fantasizing about sex in the copy room.

The door opened and she jumped. She made quick work of opening the machine before glancing at the new entrant. "You're here late," he said, amusement in his voice.

OH hell, she thought. All right, it's okay, you can say No. You can leave this room without fucking him. She took a breath. "Trying to get some shit together for tomorrow." She made a show of pushing buttons.

He brushed his body against hers. "Don't you want to know what I'm doing here?"

She stepped closer to the machine, away from him. "Nope. I just want to do my work and go home."

He nuzzled her neck. "Are you trying to say no again?" She tensed. "You keep trying, but I do this." He applied his teeth to her skin, working up to her ear. "You give in. If that doesn't work, I can just call you my little slut and ask how wet you are. You give in?"

She tried to step away. He let her go and she moved a half step to the side. "So," he breathed, "how wet are you? 'Cause I'm already hard for you And," he brushed her breast, "you know what satisfies me."

His thumbs made circles on her nipples, hypnotizing her. She moaned and softened into him, her ass rubbing his crotch.

"Good girl," he moaned. One hand slide down the front of her body, he worked the button of her jeans. Using his knees he spread her legs to give him better access.

Her breath came out in hitched moans and whimpers, interlaced with breathy pleading, "More" and "Please" and "Yes."

His hand snaked inside her jeans and panties. He combed his fingers through the springy damp curls. He cupped his palm against the soft mouth until she bucked against him. His index finger slide between her slick folds. Drawn in, he circled her sensitive nub, while he kissed her ear, his soft works spurring her arousal. "Such a wet slut, begging for my attention. I like to hear you beg. You'll beg for me won't you?"

She would do anything for him. For his next caress, to hear his husky voice demanding, whatever he would. "Yes. Just- don't stop."

He pressed harder into the circles her drw. "As me. Beg me to come," his voice a harsh whisper in her ear.

Fear he would withdraw grabbed her for a moment. "Oh, Please let me come. I need you to make me come. I want to make me come. I'll give you whatever you want."

He stilled. "You sure?"

"Yes," she arched back against him. "Whatever you want."

"I want you to come," he muttered, pinching her lightly.

She shuddered and would have fell if he hadn't grabbed her. Her entire being throbbed as she climaxed against his finger.

When the shaking stopped and she found her legs, he pulled his hands from her jeans and buttoned them again. Grabbed her arm, he turned her took at him. "You are mine. Don't say no to me again. I just proved it's futility. You are mine whenever I want you."

She started at him gaping. She couldn't refute him. He must be aroused, her gaze flickered down to his crotch. "But-"

He put a finger on her lips. "Finish your work. And don't forget my words. My slut."

"Your slut," she repeated.

He turned and grabbed the door, whistling as he exited.

Part 3

2008-04-06T09:31:00.000-07:00

Part One
Part Two

There was another pause. Slave mulled that the man was trying to break her mind.

She didn't have time to linger on this idea as a leather paddle tapped her exposed pussy lightly. IT was rubbed on her thigh. Lila said, "Say it Slave. Tell him what he wants to hear."

Let me go. Take off my blindfold. Give me back to Master. "I want you to paddle my pussy. My bare open pussy."

She was rewarded for the answer with a few quick slaps between her legs. She felt her skin start to hum. "Beg," Lila said. "Tell him why."

Slave took a deep breath. "I'm a pain slut. I want to please you. I want to show how good I am for you. Please, please, please, Sir," was that too many pleases, "Sir, I desire that pain. I want you to whip me til I beg for mercy."

He spread her pussy lips exposing her clit. The flat paddle came down hard. Slave cried out, her body jerking under the strain.

A few slaps, light taps, as if he were thinking. "Lila, skirt off. Slave is going to please us both."

Lila's legs were pressed into the bed on either side of Slave's head. Her pussy was nearly dripping on Slave, who could smell it. "We'll go until you bring dear Lila to orgasm."

Slave licked at Lila tentatively at first. The paddle slapped repeatedly building in intensity. Like a horse being whipped, the sensation spurred Slave on. She frantically lapped at Lila's clit. Slave wrapped her arms around Lila's legs, pulling her close.

Slave's screams were muffled and short. Determined to bring Lila to orgasm quickly. The paddling stopped momentarily. It was replaced with the gloved hand. Her pussy was again spread open. It was like an electric shock going through her body when he slapped her. She shook and jerked and whimpered and moaned. After the shock passed, she renewed her efforts on Lila.

He spanked her open pussy until she could nothing but scream. He let it fall closed, but continued spanking. With his free hand he stroked a finger into her dripping hole.

Lila's moans grew louder. Slave sucked, drinking up the juices. Suddenly, Lila gave a familiar shout as her body shook with orgasm. Lila's body slipped to the side. Sir kept thrusting a finger into her slick folds. The glove felt like invasion, but still it drove her wild. She lifted her hips in offering, spreading her thighs further.

She burst when he kept stroking slowly. "Please, Sir. Make me come. Fuck me. Take me. I really need to come. I want to come on your cock. Pound me." Her head fell to the side as her words floated away from her.

His finger removed. "You said you would beg me to stop whipping you."

She didn't counter with her own words, instead biting her bottom lip. She nodded. He slapped her with his bare palm- one, two, three. Then he pressed his finger against her clit, twisting. And then back to the slapping. Her body was pushed to the edge quickly, if he continued she was going to come. And she cried out, "Please stop. I'm going to come. And I can't take the pain anymore. It's just- oh god," she whimpered, her body tense and she was nearly sobbing.

There was light murmuring and then rustling clothes. And then his weight on the bed braced over her, his body barely brushing hers. His hand was between them, guiding his cock into her waiting pussy. He thrust into her, slowly, as her body hugged him, muscles tensing around him pulling him deeper.

He thrust in and out, hard and fast. as per her begging. She kept murmuring encouragement to him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

And then there was an explosion of color behind her eyes as she came. Her legs wrapped wantonly around him. All the stings were soothed, all the pain was vindicated as she came. And she was nearly oblivious to her blindfold, his weight and his cock still pounding into her. She felt at peace for a moment.

And then above her, he groaned and shuddered. His body tense as he came inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he fell on top of her.

He rolled away quickly, his groans reaching her ears. She perked. He sounded like, but it couldn't be, his voice. His feel, his demeanor. She put her hands up and rubbed at her blindfold.

"Now?" Lila asked.

"Yes," came the reply, resigned, tense, anxious.

His weight left the bed. "Sit up," Lila said, tense. Slave sat up quickly, as Lila undid the knots at the back of the blindfold.

The light in the room was low, mainly candles and Slave winced, acclimating to it all. As if waking up from sleep she stretched, and realized she was naked and still wearing heels. She looked around the room, to lay eyes on the stranger or not, the man, who had stretched her limits.

That rat bastard, she thought. Master grinned at her, from where he was sitting in his chair. "You made me proud Slave. I enjoyed watching you react to a stranger just the way I'd trained you." He watched her as she stared at him, disbelievingly. "Nothing to say?" he asked, finally.

She shook her head. "You didn't' sound like you, really." She reached down and took of her shoes. She stood and walked to him, as if not believing he was real. "I don't know what to think."

He pulled her into his lap. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I don't know."

Part 2

2008-04-04T22:41:00.000-07:00

Slave stretched out on the wide, familiar bed. The sheets were fresh, she'd changed them earlier in the day.

Hands fell on her body, arranging her. She focused on her breathing. Her legs spread, arms tucked to her sides. Voices murmured, quieter than her own breaking, quieter than the sting of her skin.

Silence assaulted her again. No new sensations touched her skin. She held still, against all desire to grope for what was coming to her next. Her body was tense and she forced herself to breath slowly, lest panic take her over.

The soft feel of the many tails of a flogger brushed her breasts, down her stomach and between her open legs. She tenses and twitched as the tails caressed her skin softly. She knew the bite they could wield all too well. And she wasn't sure it was welcome.

The biting blows didn't fall between her legs as she almost suspected. He snapped two strikes quickly, one on each breast. Slave clenched her teeth, her breathe coming like a whimper of pain.

She felt his breath on her face. "You will remain still. Do you understand?"

She nodded, the biting question came again, "Do you understand?" His gloved hand squeezed her breast tightly. "Yes," she squeaked, her back arching slightly. "Yes sir. Remain still."

"Good girl," he murmured, before kissing her swiftly. He bit her bottom lip and then pulled away.

There was a small pause. Slave felt confused for a moment. And then the flogger came down on her again and again, until she was shuddering with the need to move from the pain.

"You have incredible stamina," the hoarse voice said. "You have one minute reprise."

Slave moaned as she stroked her breasts with her hands, trying to soothe her skin. She imagined the lines of red that graced her body. He had the control of her Master. Not one stroke was misplaced on her body. "Are you tired?" he asked, softly.

She shook her head. "Stretched thin. But fine. Not tired."

"All right. A real pain slut, is it?"

"Yes, Sir." Slave strained for sensory input. She longed to beg for the removal of her blindfold. But, that could gain more deprivation. Or punishment.

Slave lay panting. Her ass still stinging vaguely, a mere annoyance in comparison to the pain of her red striped breasts. Not just the sting, but her arousal. Her body was taut, like a string pulled so tight it would break with the slightest touch.

There was a way to find release. But, she shuddered at the thought. She would not beg for release from this- HIM. It was unthinkable.

She jumped as she felt the velvety end of the whip press against her clit. She whimpered as he rubbed it against her. Her body arched up to meet his torture.

And just as suddenly, the pleasure was removed and he slapped her across the cheek. Slave felt the surprise register in the back of her mind, as she absently rubbed her face. But she was more upset that her chance for orgasm had been lost. "I told you would beg for pleasure," he reminded her.

Found Out

2008-03-03T08:04:00.000-08:00

"What were you doing today?" You're standing at the bathroom door, leaning against the door jam, as I lounge in the tub.

I frown, trying to recall. You pull a hand from behind your back, holding my back massager. My face heats and I groan. "Well ..." There are no excuses, and I don't mean to make any, but inexplicably I am embarrassed.

"Come on. Up." A request, a demand. Your face is unreadable as you cross the small room, and take my arm to help me up. You drape a towel over my shoulders then take my arm, pulling me behind you.

Without a word you seat me, dripping and naked, in the computer chair. The massager is plugged in again. "Were you reading or writing?" A small smile is on your face. I don't know if it's concerning or not.

"Reading." Despite the cool air caressing my damp skin, I feel feverish. Embarrassed, aroused, anxious. My mind is also desperately trying to read your face, to figure out what you mean to do.

The towel drags over my skin as you pull it from my shoulders. Your fingers are warm coming under the rounds of my breasts, twirling and pinching each hardened nipple. I rub my legs together, stroking the fever. "Oh no." You lay the vibrator across my lap. "I want to know what you were reading, pet."

My hand trembles as I reach for the mouse. Your fingers playing my breasts in a steady rhythm. I want to fall into it, like a favorite piece of music. I'm distracted from my task. I shake my head, the damp ends of my hair brushing my skin, making me shiver.

I focus on the screen, force my mouse to bring up the web site I was at earlier, when I used the vibrator between my legs.

"There, this." I gesture to the screen.

"Put it between your legs." There is no mistaking the 'it'. Your voice is a low rumble in my ear, I know you are aroused even more than me.

I shove the towel between my legs to act as a buffer. Then I press the vibe turned to low on my covered pussy. The buzz fills the silence between our mingled panting.

"Read. Out loud. Tell me what part aroused you the most."

This part, I think. I bring my softened gaze to the screen, forcing my gaze to focus. I start reading slowly. My legs tense and relax, pressing the vibration tight then backing off, prolonging the pleasure. You stand behind me, still playing with my nipples in random tugs, pinches and rolls.

It doesn't take long for me to end up breathless. I wish I had masturbated to audio today. Then I could lay back and listen, it's difficult to concentrate when my body is trying to override everything else going on, just for a moan.

I recover from it, my focus back on the words. "And then, this part was really hot. I think I came here."

Your hand snakes down, grabbing the vibe from my hands and pressing it tight to my terry clothed pussy. I continue reading, but it all sends me over the edge.

My hips thrust upward, as my body explodes into orgasm. My body convulses and twists uncontrollably, trying to extract itself from your persistent playing.

My body slides down, collapsing in exhausted afterglow. I am limp with pleasure. I dumbly reach out with intent to turn off the vibrator, which has become an annoyance to me.

You push my hand away. "You're only half way done the story. I want to see you come again ..."

Slave Scene

2008-02-04T09:42:00.000-08:00

Part One of Three.

Slave stumbled again. She was blindfolded, her hands were tied together, her skirt was forcing her to keep her legs tight together and she was wearing boots with a four inch heel. She muttered a curse as her leash was tugged.

She could smell candles burning, and unfamiliar after shave. "Stop," Lila commanded. Slave stopped short. She threaded her fingers together and lowered her head.

"Lift your head," a thick voice commanded from across the room. Slave tried to figure out if she'd heard it before, it sounded a little familiar. She lifted her head, looking toward the voice. She wanted to scoff, but obviously Master had told this man the rules.

"Yes Sir," she said, if he knew the rules she'd best follow them.

"Good girl," he said. She could smell him near her. She could hear the soft rattle of chain as Lila handed it over. She heard them share a kiss. "Go sit, Lila," he said, experimentally tugging the chain. Slave stepped forward with one foot, staggering them so she wouldn't fall over.

She felt a gloved hand on her face, stroking her cheek. "Do you know why you are here?"

"Master wished it so." She drew her shoulders back, trying to breath.

"Why do you think you are here?" His gloved hand stroked down her neck and bare shoulder.

Her breath caught. Honest answers were still a little scary. "I think it's a test. I don't know if it's to see if I can please someone else, or if he doesn't think I can handle it."

"Mmm. I see." Slave could hear rustle of clothing, his hand withdrew from her skin. She longed to know what was going on beyond her. "Lila come help undress the slut. And then help her kneel." He dropped the chain and the cool strap brushed her body. She shivered.

Lila murmured to her while she undressed. "Shall I remove her boots?" Lila asked.

"Leave the boots. And the chain. And the ties around the hands." Slave felt better having been released from the tight bounds of the skirt. Her breasts swung free in front of her as Lila helped her to a kneeling position.

"Lila, go get me a glass of water." She heard Lila leave the room. His gloved hands caressed her breasts, she felt her desire quicken immediately. "Slut, before we are done you will beg for mercy and for pleasure. And I will enjoy watching it all."

Slave didn't know if she was supposed to answer or not. Between his covered fingers he twisted her nipples. A shiver of desire went through her. She dropped her head, feeling even more like a slut, for wanting this man she hadn't even seen, because her Master wished it so. And because of the anticipation of what was to come both pleasure and pain.

"What am I to call you?" Slave asked, her throat hoarse.

He paused his nipple twirling. He cleared his throat and then began pulling on her again, "Sir, is fine."

"Very good, Sir," she replied, stretching up on her knees.

She heard the door and squelched the urge to turn and look, reminding herself that she couldn't see anyway. "Thank you," the dark voice murmured. "Get me the cane."

Slave shuddered involuntarily. Her muscles twitched knowing the pain that was to come. Anticipation was always so much worse than the act. She forced her lungs to slow and take in air fully.

She bent her head and listened for the sound around her, trying to figure out just what was going on. Her mind raced as she felt frustration of the blindfold, her still tied hands, at being helpless in general set in. She set herself to take slow breathes again, imagining Master's voice reminding her to do so.

"Good girl," the stranger said, his hand brushing her head as he walked by. "Keep breathing. And relax."

Slave lifted her head, but kept it straight ahead, although he was now behind her. "It's the anticipation Sir."

He cleared his throat. She felt the tip of the cane brush her thighs. She swallowed hard. "Concentrate on your breathing." Slave's body twitched at the familiar words, but before she could react the cane tapped against her ass. Over and over, light taps, her head started nodding with the rhythm of the warm up.

The more she relaxed, the harder the blows came. Then they stopped. "Slave?" the voice came deeper than before and she cocked her head.

"Green," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm good. Relaxed."

There was a pause, silence filled the room. Then the blows of the cane came hard. Slave concentrated on the beat of five between each blow at first, ignoring the sting at first. Then embracing the pain, until it overwhelmed her senses, all but consuming her.

She heard herself crying out as the pause between shortened. She felt hot all over as she tried to keep from falling forward. Tears pressed her eyelids as she screamed with each stinging blow.

Finally she felt too tense to continue on. As the tears spilled over she gave in. "Please, I can't stay up any longer. I need to rest. Please." Her voice was strained and high pitched. "I'm going to fall over."

He stopped swinging. A long moment came and Slave's hands tensed with need to rub the sting on her ass and thighs away. "Bend forward, there's a chair," Lila said.

Slave lifted her hands, seeking it's refuge. Placing her forearms on the seat, she leaned her weight on them.

She jumped as she felt the cane caress her still stinging skin. "Is that all you beg for?" the mysterious voice asked.

She took a deep breath, considering. "I can stand more of the caning if you wish."

He slapped against her lightly a few times, as if he were contemplating the offer. He slapped her with one last stinging blow and then Slave pushed herself up as she hard the cane drop to the floor behind her.

Lila's heels clicked across the floor. Slave controlled her breathing to try to figure out what was going to happen next.

"Do you want a drink before we go on?"

Smurfs

2008-01-28T15:55:00.000-08:00

This was way too great not to share with people. So via Fleshbot I bring you smurfporn.

Hehe. Link to NSFW, or your childhood smurf watching memories. But, we were missing this from the world. And it needed to be shared.

Making Her Beg

2008-01-25T08:43:00.000-08:00

An excerpt, from something I hope to release in it's entirety someday. For free

He went and leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, waiting to reassert his dominance, that he could control her. And himself. That it was just about sex.

When the bathroom door opened she was wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping and her face composed. She looked around the room, confusion in her eyes when she didn't see him. He grabbed her shoulders, making her cry out, and pushed her against the wall. He kissed her hard, punishing, bodies pressed together.

First she got stiff, moving into the wall, but as the kiss went on she softened, kissing him back, running her hands over his body. He unwound the towel from her body, dragging his hands rough over her breasts, tugging the nipples with his fingers.

He tore his mouth away from hers, and lowered it to her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked a nipple hard into his mouth. And then he nipped with his teeth, making her cry out. He wanted to mark her as he moved to her other breast, biting into the skin, sucking licking.

She was very still as he abused her body. Her nails pressed into his skin through his shirt, he didn't care. He lifted his head and kissed again, one hand moving her legs apart. He rubbed against her hard, grinding into her soft mound. Looking into her eyes he growled, "I want you to beg me, Lucy. I'm not going to fuck you until you beg me. Don't come until I tell you too."

Separating the soft lips he rubbed her clitoris, pulling, tugging with the same violent motions he'd done to her breasts. "Do you understand?" he demanded.

Her eyes were glazed and she was moaning and squirming. "Yes." Her voice went higher as he pulled on her clit, "Yes. I understand. Please."

He shook his head and lowered himself before her. He bent his head between her legs and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. Her knees went soft, expecting his soft tongue, but instead she gained his teeth. He bit into her clit, and she jerked away. He moved one hand to her back and pressed her forward into his mouth, tugging on her most sensitive area.

Her protests quickly turned to moans as he continued his misuse of her body. Once she fell into pleasure from the pain, he turned to licking between the lips, sucking her juices. Until she suddenly cried out, "Mac, please, I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I can't take anymore of this. Of your mouth. Fuck Mac."

He moved back to look up at her. He slipped a finger between her legs, not wanting to stop his torture. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Mac, please shove your hard cock into wherever you want, just let me come."

He nodded, feeling her desperation seep into him. "Come for me then slut," he said, before he pressed his mouth to her pussy again, once more using his teeth on her.

Her entire body went aquiver as she came, down around his mouth. Her knees went week and
she nearly fell onto him, he lifted his body and grabbed her around the waist. "Good?" he asked, with a grin. He stood and picked her up and carried her to the bed.

He deposited her on the bed and then went to find the lube again. "On your hands and knees," he said, "ass toward the edge of the bed for me." He judged it would be the perfect height.

Once he was properly lubricated, he pulled her ass cheeks apart. With infinite control he eased into her tight ass. She shivered as he did, but didn't move otherwise. He didn't inquire to her enjoyment, it was no longer about her. His finger on her clit, rubbing in circles he thrust into her, knowing after teasing her for so long, and now being hugged tight by her body he wouldn't last long.

He groaned as desire took him and grabbed her hips, pulling her body back onto his cock as he came hard into her. His body shuddering, he managed to withdrawn before he fell onto her, pressing her to bed.

He was still panting as he made himself stand to retreat. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to regain his composure. Not wanting to see Lucy until he had.

Sex is ....

2008-01-14T08:38:00.000-08:00

That feeling in my pussy, I gotta get off feeling it is:

~ the swap of my hips
~ dark, deep red
~ voluptuous, dressed in curve hugging gown with outrageous feather boas and pearls and diamonds
~hot tongues curled around each other
~ legs wrapped around waists
~ long, deep, slow & hard, fast
~ insatiable, urgent
~ sexy, beautiful, scared
~ pain& pleasure, fear&excitement, hurt&healing
~ craving, desired
~ sacred, holy, divine

Sugasm #113

2008-01-14T08:37:00.000-08:00

Late edition, I forgot I submitted last week. SORRY!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #114? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
A Different Kind Of Authority For Sex Bloggers
“As we sex workers, sex bloggers, and adult business folks swim in our ponds or spin in our micro universes & connect with others, we continue to build authority.”

Of sex and strippers
“At one point she was straddling Girlfriend’s right leg, grinding her thigh against Girlfriend’s clit through her jeans.”

Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge
Her comments were something to the effect of, “No one wanted to see me twirl with tassels ~ on fire or not ~ when some girl was going to sit on stage and insert things into herself.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Kofola

Editor’s Choice
Interview with Paul Festa about circumcision

More Sugasm
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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Aural Sex. - The Husband
Cock Whore
Decibels
Dreams are funny things
The Erotic Review
I Love A Rainy Night
The night I was initiated on Frat Row
Opera Glasses
Score
Skin, breath, desire, rhythm
Uninvited
Yesterday’s Sweet Blowjob

Sex Work
Catalina loves Giving Spankings

NSFW Pics & Videos
Mizuki Horii
Andie Valentino (Twistys)
Half-Nekkid Thursday: View from MY Back Row
Mindy Main Sexy and Topless
A Very Shibari New Year From Marky D. Sade

Sex Advice
13 Ways To Use What You Have To Build Intimacy
Celebrate 2008: The Year of the Pussy!
Just Seeing My Girlfriend Turns Me On! Is This Normal?!
Resolve to Improve Your Sex Life in 2008

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
2007 Wanking Totals
Discovering the Art of Masturbation
Hair-B-Gone
I fucked this guy once …without dirty talk!?!
Taking One For the Team

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Hello Kitty Vibrator - Battery-Powered Evil!!!
Panties Second Only To Auto Industry
Real Doll Rentals
Working Sex: Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry

BDSM & Fetish
All Tied Up and No Where To Go
Am I A Masochist?
Daddy Play
The Descent Begins
More piss slut practice
Rough Fuck
A Seven Orgasm Day
Two-thirds
Who knew Uncle Sam was kinky?

Uninvited

2008-01-03T14:32:00.000-08:00

This was loosely inspired by BuckCherry's song "CrazyBitch". The original version even had the lyrics in it. But I've omitted them here. It's a good song tho, if you haven't heard it. A version of this went into my NaNoWriMo from 2006, which turned out to be a bad story. But this short version remains one of my favorite things I have written.

I opened the door and slipped in, quietly. I kicked off my shoes. There was a dim glow in the apartment. I locked the door behind me.

I surveyed the room with my hands on my hips. Smiling, I started looking around. First the kitchen, looking in some cupboards and in the fridge. It was fairly uninteresting. Next the computer caught my attention. But it was not on and I wasn't willing to wait for it. So I went in search of the bathroom.

I flicked the light on in the bathroom after I closed the door behind me. I sniffed the soaps in the shower. I giggled to myself and then remembered I was supposed to be quiet.

I looked under the sink and then decided I had had enough of snooping around. Leaving the bathroom, I didn't bother to turn the light off.

I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at the bed. It was too dark to get any good view. But I felt giddy and sneaky standing there.

You rolled over in bed and I jumped. I waited a few more moments to see if I had been caught. Finally, deciding that you were asleep as your breath was even and slow, I sighed with relief.

I undressed there, dropping my clothes in the doorway. I eased myself onto the bed, trying not to disturb you until the last possible moment. Once on the bed I held my breath waiting to see if your sleeping self notice.

No reaction and I sighed again. This time rather loudly and I had to wait again.

I shook my head at myself while I slipped under the blankets.

I lay there, trembling a little. The excitement and apprehension running through my veins. When you found me here would you kick me out again?

I let myself calm down with slow deep breaths. It was too late to go back.

I put my hand on your arm. In your sleep you brushed at it.

I took another deep breath. I held it as I let my hand move down your body, over your torso. I let it rest on your thigh and then in a burst of confidence I let my hand brush over your cock.

It was soft and I wanted to wrap my hand around and squeeze it gently. To feel it in it's unaroused state.

Instead I let my fingers touch your balls. Caressing them, coaxing you awake and aroused at the same time.

Your body turned toward me. Your warmth moving closer to me. I wrapped my hand around your semi-hardened erection. You moaned and your hands touched my stomach. I giggled a little and raised my head so I could kiss you.

Your breath wasn't fresh but I pressed my tongue into your mouth. You kissed me back, your hands groping my breasts.

I rubbed my hand up and down your cock. It hardened in my hand and the tingling wet between my thighs increased. ' Your hand moved from my breasts, where the groping was sleepy, to between my thighs. The groping and rubbing between my legs was more deft and firm. You found my clit easily and rubbed it in circles.

I was moaning into your mouth and rubbing my body against yours.

You pushed a finger inside of me. I thrust my hips, fucking your finger.

Then you pulled it out and pushed me onto my back. In a moment your weight was upon me and your hand was guiding your cock into my pussy.

I lifted my hips to meet your quick and deep thrusts. Your head next to mine on the pillow. Your grunts in my ear. My moans were louder if I had been on the outside.

I nipped at your ear, neck and shoulder. You growled in response and lifted yourself over me. Your hands pressed into my shoulders pressing me down into the bed.

I smiled and lifted my hips and butt higher.

You thrust faster.

"Fuck me," I ground out.

Your mouth came down on mine hard as your body hardened. I felt small shudders between thrusts.

When you collapsed on top of me, I felt my body's frustration at being able to come. And I felt satisfied about being able to get you off quickly.

Moments later you rolled away from me. Propping yourself on one arm you looked at me a long time. I felt naked before your eyes and wanted to pull the blankets over myself.

"How the fuck did you get in here anyway?"

"Amy gave me your extra key."

Your eyes went dark and then you crawled over me and off the bed. You grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I gasped as you lifted me off the bed.

You dragged me out of the room and to a closet. You held me with one hand while you rustled around in the closet. I wondered why you didn't turn a light on.

You finally came out of the closet holding a length of rope. Dragging me over to the table, you pushed me down on the floor. The rope went around my wrist and tied it, tightly. Then the other you tied to the table, with a foot of slack between.

"What if I have to go to the washroom?" I asked.

You went to the kitchen and I listened to cupboards open and close. You placed a bowl beside me.

"Good night," you said and then left the room.

I sighed and laid my head on the cold floor. This had been a good plan when I started out.

Sugasm #111

2007-12-28T12:23:00.000-08:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #112? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Fighting The Dominatrix Stereotype
“She wanted a man for a boyfriend, not a doormat.”

From afar
“Say my name, over and over.”

Steely Dan*
“My body is flexed, and held in place, and the onslaught is relentless.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Pic(k) of the Day

Editor’s Choice
A Brief History of (My) Fucking

More Sugasm
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Erotic Writing and Experiences
Catalina loves the Best of Catalinaloves.com
Dirty
Dirty (A Fantasy)
Dream…?
Following dreams part 2
In-Car Entertainment - EastEnders vs Cake
Kitty
“Life is a bowl full of cherries”
Lines In The Sand
Lunch Date
Raw Pussy
A safe-harbor fuck for the holidays
Skin on Skin
Tingle Belle
“We”….(the final Part)

NSFW Pics & Videos
Cock Size
Defiance
Do whatever you want, but…
Happy Holidays From HotMovies
Julie Ordon

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Fuckingmachines.com
Headshot - Blue Artichoke Films
Interview with Jill Eisenstadt about wedding night sex
Sex Toy Review: Hitachi Magic Wand
Slave Bells Ring, Are You Listening? XXX-Mas Looms.

BDSM & Fetish
Bad Girl II
Blood Red Saturday Night
Control and Letting Go - The Wife
Long Distance Scenes
My Delicious Fetish

Sex Work
Sex Worker Solidarity: Dallas From Babeland

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
All About “Squirting” (Female Ejaculation)
Good Sex Hunting
Lists
One year on
Three Christmas Wishes
Was she turned on?
Yikes, Groupies!

Sex Advice
How to Give a Tantric Lingam Massage

Lunch Date

2007-12-20T10:05:00.000-08:00

You appeared as if from thin air in the door way. "How-what are you doing here?" I stammer as I stand.

You smile. I am wary of the mischievous look in your eyes. I vow not to let my guard down, to stay alert. "I told Marie," my boss, "we are going for lunch."

I look at the clock, noon, I can make no excuses. I hear the door click shut as I stare the numbers. I lift my gaze, mouth open to protest. You shake your head., a warning in your eyes as you comes around the desk.

You wrap your arms around my body, pulling me to yours. My belly pressed to your hips, my soft breasts squeezed into your hard chest, the flat of your stomach. Your mouth equally unyielding to my mouth. I mould myself around you, giving to your demands. My mouth opening for your tongue, then changing temperature to match yours.

Strong hands open over my body. You drag roughly over cloth, pulling the underlying skin, my breasts. My nipples come to attention under the scratch of clothes against them. And, then they are left cold, without satisfaction of skin-to-skin or mouth or tongue.

Your hands move down my sides not feeling the curves under, but searching for a goal. I can feel the crinkle of clothes as you curl your fingers around the hem of my skirt. You pull it upward, slowly waiting for me to register the shock of impropriety.

It comes to my attention that we are in my office and my door is merely closed. I break the kiss, pushing at your hands with mine. "Not here," I hiss.

There is a knowing look on your face. "I won't grope you here if you take off your panties now."

I sigh impatiently. I want to argue ground rules. I slide into my chair and wiggle a hot pink thong off. You takes them and stuff them in your pocket with a grin. "Let's go."

I stand once more beside you. You puts a hand on the small of my back, warming me there, and propel me forward. Out the door into the elevator. Thankfully there are others in the elevator or I know I would withstand more languid kisses and hot hands on my body. And your kisses are difficult to say no too. I look at you, almost expressionless standing beside me, hand still on my back. Possessive. I can't say no anyway to you, even without the hot kisses. I want so much to see you happy.

"Where are we going for lunch?" I ask as you move me across the parking lot.

"You'll see." You take the keys from my hand and unlock my car. You press me into the passenger seat and then get into the driver's door and start the car. I frown a little, watching you behind the wheel, as if for the first time. It's not the first, but it's rare. And it's hot. I reach over and put my hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up. My fingers soft, I caress the bulge between your legs.

"I like when you take command. I like watching you drive." My voice is a husky purr.

No reply, no expression change. I sigh and let my hand remain in place, looking out the window as you weave through traffic, trying to gain a clue as to where we are headed.

Your place. You park the car and before I can move are around the car, opening my door. I get out one leg at a time, your hand is on my back again, as if you are worried I'm going to run. Even if I wanted to I have no purse, and no keys. I'm your willing prisoner. I look at you again, with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest.

Inside you press me to the wall, kissing me hard. Your tongue pressing inside of me, moving in long hard strokes. I moan, holding my hands up in acquiescence. Take me, take me, my heart beats. My body arches against yours, trying to get more attention. You're concentration is on impaling my mouth.

I find my hands shaking as I work the buttons on my blouse. Shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Contorting my arms so I can unsnap my bra. You pull me away from the wall, your lips on my neck and shoulders, moving me backwards. I stumble unsure of myself into your bedroom, you push me down onto the bed.

I flail, fear rushing through my body as I fall. And then a whoosh of relief as I land softly. I pull my loose bra off my arms and toss it off the bed, my eyes on you. You're watching my chest as it heaves, while you strip your shirt and pants off quickly. It looks like one quick motion. I let my eyes roam your naked body, your cock standing at ready.

I start to turn to pull my skirt off but you startle me by speaking. "No! Just pull your skirt up." I know you were planning that, by the look in your eyes, tone of your voice. I edge up on the bed first, laying my head on one of your pillows. It smells of you and I want to rub my face in it. But, your looming body over the bed is more pressing. I pull my skirt up, exposing my pussy for you, spreading my legs wider, inviting you in.

Your body joins me on the bed, your hand sliding between my legs. Your mouth bends to take a nipple into your mouth, sucking hard until I whimper and arch. Through damp curls your hand crawls searching for the heat buried within. Fingers part the tender outer lips, pressing against the nub of my clit. My muscles tense even more, as your calculated touches tease. Just enough to get me going, not enough to get me off. You know exactly how to tease or how to make me come quickly.

I am caught up in the desire, my body twisting and arching wanting to come. But, you don't take me there. I beg, but you deny me the pleasure.

Then suddenly your body is over mine, your cock driving into me. My pussy hugs you, pulling you in tighter. My body screams with joy as you drive into me. I met each thrust with my body, begging for more.

I shiver, your breath on my ear. "Come for me my little slut." Your hand snakes between our bodies, your finger rubbing my clit. My body out of control as it bows to the orgasm. I am shuddering uncontrollably inside and out as you continue to push deeper. And then I feel your body matching mine, trembling, the hardness of your body melting as you come.

You recover quickly, pushing away from me. You disappear, reappearing with my shirt. I sit up ready to take it from you. You wrap it around me, buttoning the front.

"That was a nice lunch. We'll stop and get you something to eat on the way back. I'm afraid there's not much time left on your break."

I smile and shrug. "It was nice anyway. I just need to go clean up."

You shake your head and then the full scope of your plan comes into view. You get me a sandwich at a drive through and then drop me back at the office. You walk me in and sit me at my desk. Pulling my skirt up so I am bare assed against the chair, dripping come onto it.

You kiss my cheek and say in a low voice, "You can get your panties and bra back after work. I'll be waiting for you." And then before I can recover you are gone.

Marie is walking by as you leave. She smiles and says hi and then peeks into my office. I pray I'm not blushing. "Wow, good lunch?"

I squirm in my chair, the material rough on my bare skin. "It was a great lunch." My inner thighs feel sticky and damp. Really great lunch.

Holiday Cheer

2007-12-11T08:16:00.000-08:00

I have at least two stories planned for this blog. But I haven't even started them.

Reasons why I haven't been writing smut:
1) I'm not getting any. My SO someone screwed up his neck which has led to spasming back. So, he hasn't really been in the mood.
2) Schoolwork. I took a lot of time off in Nov for NaNoWriMo and I'm nearly done my last course, so that's taken priority.
3) It's winter. Winter here in the frozen tundra of Canada means layers, flannel and shivering. None of these things is particularly sexy and sitting at the computer freezing doesn't really turn me on.
4) Wory. My practicum starts in January and there's a lot to do.
5) Christmas. I have barely started my shopping for this year. And I have presents to send yet. BAD DIRTY GIRl.

So, please send your spankings to dirtywritinggirl@gmail.com

Sugasm #107

2007-11-27T07:59:00.000-08:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #108? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Half-Nekkid Blow Job
” We could hear people walking past and talking so they’d be able to hear us as well.”

Masturbation on a Memory
“I let the first time I had sex with your flash back though my mind.”

Reality Check: Handling Long Calls
“While I get my share of quick cummer calls I have several clients that like to talk for hours.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Christian Friis

Editor’s Choice
A Non-Monogamy Lexicon

More Sugasm
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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Bad Girl
The Driving Lesson
The First Date part one
Flirt
Late Meeting
Night Call
Over the tub
Saturday night special
Sweet Dreams

Sex Advice
Bringing It Up Gracefully
I Don’t Need Porn, I Get Real Sex!
Prince Albert for thanksgiving

NSFW Pics & Videos
Aria Giovanni sexy video
Catalina loves her New Black Silk Corset and Boots
Pornsaint Popwhore
WebMistress Feature Gallery: Flirting with the Camera

BDSM & Fetish
Big Fun in a Small Space
Double Dip Part 2
I don’t chase
Ideas of my own.
My Reformatory Birching
The Perfect Implement of Pain
Rope as a tool for Intimacy
She Came In Wearing A Corset, Stockings, And A Smile
YouPorn, MePorn

Sex News & Reviews
Fetish Film - Julie Simone’s Diary Of A Submissive (Bondage, Spanking, Femdom)
Five Sips of Darkness
Special Discount for Our Naughty Friends!

Sex Poetry
Tulips… His lips… Her lips…

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Me and My Vagina
Oh..oh…oh! My orgasm- A User’s Guide.
On Self Image and Confidence
An orgasm faker wannabe
Relationship Rules
Retail Therapy

Sex Humor
Decoding A Dominant Personal Ad
Happy Thanksgiving!

Over the tub

2007-11-19T09:48:00.000-08:00

I forgot what I had been doing on my knees in the bathroom. The shadow looming over me made me forget. I arched my back and looked upward.

"Take off your panties and put your hands on the side of the tub."

Frowning, I started pulling my skirt up and removing my thong from under my skirt. My body reacting to the tone of voice with desire, wetness.

I put my hands on the tub spread apart, ready to brace myself.

Warm body bent down behind me. Fingers sliding along my inner thigh, upward, probing the damp folds. Rubbing, testing.

Then they withdrew. Replaced by a hard cock. Suddenly, pushed inside me. I gasp.

Thrusting, slowly at first. My moans and restless movements filling the small room.

Hands moving around my body. Grabbing my chest, pinching my nipples lightly through the thin material of my shirt.

I put my weight to one hand, unsnapping my bra quickly and pulling my shirt up, revealing my breasts.

Harder, faster thrusts. I spread my hands further apart, my body bending closer to the tub.

Hands grip my breasts, pulling hard on the nipples.

A sudden moan from behind, body stiffening and slowing thrusts.

An even more sudden retreat.

I'm left holding the tub, panting and dripping.

NaNoWriMo Exerpt #2

2007-11-18T09:07:00.000-08:00

"And you're going to shave me down there?"

"Your pussy. Say it Lucy."

She shook her head. He went to the bathroom and got a towel. He laid it out on the bed and then pulled her over to him. He took off her shirt and then her jeans. He left her wearing her bra, but her panties went. He laid her back on the bed, with pillows propped up under her head.

"Say the word Lucy," he demanded again, as he sprayed some shaving cream into his hand.

She blushed and laid back as he laid his hand against her pubic hair. He rubbed the cream around and then added some more. "I can't."

"You can. This is pretty erotic isn't it?"

"Very," she said as a moan, his hands rubbing around her sensitive areas. He looked at her face and found her biting her bottom lip.

He unwrapped a razor from the packaging and stood over her. "You need to be very still, I don't want to nick you."

She nodded, looking very worried.

"Do you trust me to do this?"

"Mac, would I be laying here if I didn't trust you."

He smiled and wanted to kiss her right then. But instead he knelt at the end of the bed and carefully put the razor to her lips.

He did a few strokes, rinsing in a bowl of water he sat on the floor next to him. He lifted his head. "Lucy?"

"yeah?"

"Say the word Lucy."

He could see her make a face. "Pussy."

He grinned and bent his head again. 30 or so minutes later, he wasn't watching the clock, Miss Lucy had a hair free pubic area. He stroked it, feeling the velvety skin. Once had rinsed the area he bent and kissed it. "How do you feel?" he asked, standing up getting ready to clean up his tools.

"Bare. And I don't just mean bare skin. It's incredibly personal experience to watch someone with their face between your legs for that long. Touching you intimately."

"Their face in your pussy you mean." He thought about licking that velvet skin, he thought about sliding his cock against the bare lips, inside her. That velvet caress him. God, he was getting weak with wanting her. And hard.

"Yes, face in my pussy."

"You know what I'd like in your pussy now?" They were standing in the bathroom now. Cleaning up the room a little.

She pressed her hand to his crotch, dragging it slowly up the length of his manhood. "I can guess."

Sugasm #105

2007-11-13T08:07:00.000-08:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #106? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Bonbon
“I feel him start; then he groans into my mouth, a deep helpless sound, and I know I’ve got him.”

Domme virginity lost
I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. You know that, don’t you, sweet boy?”

Reality Check: Lessons Learned From Clients
“From my conversations I’ve learned a number of things that have helped me, educated me and surprised me.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Belladonna Likes Heroin

Editor’s Choice
Each Mirror has two sides

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

NSFW Pics & Videos
Anetta Keys - Mischief In Mind
Carmella Bing - Keeping It Hardcore
Erica Campbell nude by Andrew Blake
The Hottest Babes… Right Here, Right Now
How to behave after sex
Jade | Mirage

Sex News, Reviews & Advice
At least he’s not going blind!
Lust, Caution review
NEW Gender Bending Designs
Orgasm - Do You Fake It?
Pierced for Play
Pjur Eros BodyGlide Original Silicone Lubricant Review
Top 7 Horror Porns

Erotic Writing and Experiences
At Your Service
Boy
Catalina loves (Polyamorous) Fantasies - Part II
Confessions: Babysitter
Encounter 2, Part II: All About Jane
Having her cake
How zep got me my first feel of tit
“I’m not having sex with you in here.”
A Letter…
Sexual Initiation
Splick
Symplexity Presents: The Friendly Skies
An Unexpected Opportunity

Sex Work
In the Heart of Real America: How Porn Made Me a Patriot

BDSM & Fetish
About last night…
Beat Me Baby: A Step in Submission!
Bitch in heat
Dirty, Filthy, Nasty Instructions
Feeling a Twitch
Goofiness
I Will So Whip Your Ass
A Little Fantasy I Wrote For The Mrs.
Masturbation Fantasies
Men are dogs: a fantasy
On Hands and Knees
Re-Education Part 2: A Fantasy
Revisiting the piss slit
Shame, Shame, Shame; Shame of Fools
Whippings in the eighteenth century

Sex Poetry & Recipes
Cooking With Mandy: Get Your Ass In the Kitchen Slut and Spend Some Quality Time With Your Husband Pasta with Shrimp
Friday Poem: Hot Boobs and Spam
Then

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
“As Long As Your Vagina Looks Good…”
Ethical Adultery
Femme vs. Feminine
The Full Body Project, or Fat Can be Sexy, Part 2
Need, Want, Love
Return to sender
Sleepy HNT
Today is “Mom the Minx(’s)” Birthday
You Are So Sexy

On Hands and Knees

2007-11-07T14:59:00.000-08:00

"You little slut." She didn't have to brace herself for the slap across the face. The blow knocked her back from where she was kneeling. It didn't faze her much. her mind was racing to figure out what he'd caught her at today. Meanwhile she brought herself to kneeling again.

Yesterday she'd failed to be ready for him when he got home. The day before she didn't write her journal page for him. She could list her transgressions for the past three weeks. But, not today's.

"Yes, Sir. I am a slut." His gaze leveled on hers. "Your slut." She hastened to add, "I am your slut sir." She dropped her gaze.

It was too late. He slapped her again. This time it still stung, but left her sitting still.

Apparently, you don't remember the rules." He snapped his fingers as he walked past her. "You'll crawl for the rest of the night now. Unless reaching for something I've requested. Get me a drink and I'll rest my feet while you can recite the rules. Again."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, she muttered inwardly, as she crawled behind him. He went to the living room while she went to the kitchen. She stood up and got the whiskey from the cupboard. She poured some in a glass and then put it back. She clamped the glass in her teeth. Carrying things didn't exempt her from crawling. She'd learned that the hard way a month ago.

She handed him the drink still on her knees. "I need somewhere to rest my feet." That somewhere was her back. She crawled in front of his chair. He put his feet up on her flattened back. "Now you may tell me the rules. And we'll see which ones you broke today."

She spoke slow and loud, in a voice she still wasn't used to using. "One, honesty at all times. Two, I am Master's to do with what you wish, first I will follow your command. Then I am Lila's to command." She stopped and took a breath, looking up at him. "Three, I will answer questions with Sir or Mistress. Four, I will maintain eye contact at all times possible." He was staring at her with no expression. "I have four house rules. One, to do my daily chores first thing in the morning. Two, to write a page of my thoughts every day. Three, I am to be available for pleasure at any moment. Four, I am to meet you at the door kneeling every day. And I have three pleasure rules. One, don't soil my panties. Two, say thank you after. Three, I can only come if given permission."

She sighed and closed her eyes. Well, at least she'd realized what she'd done. "I'm sorry I broke the rules today, Sir." Her panties were still wet from her encounter with Mistress Lila only 30 minutes earlier.

"I know you are pet. But to make sure I have to exact my punishment." Of course he would enjoy it, but that went unsaid.

She wanted to protest. Mistress Lila had been so hot in bed today, moaning and squirming under Slave's fingers. It wasn't Slave's fault she soaked through her panties. She sighed, supposing there were ways to keep her panties clean.

He took his feet off her back and put a hand under her chin, pulling her head to look at him. "You're thinking it's not your fault. You want to protest that it's not fair."

Rules one, honest at all times. She nodded. "Yes Sir."

"it is a rule, Slave. And you've demonstrated your knowledge of the rules. Where does that leave us?" He leaned back in his chair.

"I was wrong. And I deserve my punishment." She was resigned to it now.

"Alright. In addition to crawling for the rest of the evening. I think twenty over my knee should suffice."

"Yes sir."

Lila spoke from the door way. "And I?"

"Twenty from me. And ten from you my dear." Lila crossed the room and knelt in front of the chair, near Slave's feet. "Sit by me." Mistress Lila stood and eased herself on the arm of his chair. She put an arm around him and kissed his cheek. "How was she? You may kneel slut."

Slave came to her knees before them. She looked at the clock behind her. She hadn't started supper.

"She was excellent, Master. Very thorough with her tongue. Very concentrated with her fingers."

"And did you let her come?"

"No Sir."

"Excellent. So she's frustrated, already. Pity you are satisfied however. We will deal with the punishment after supper. Slave you may crawl to the kitchen and make supper now. Dishes will be done after your punishment."

Slave nodded and crawled to the kitchen.

Forty minutes later she served Master at the table first. Then Mistress Lila. And finally, with a nod, Master gave her permission to eat. He added a provision however, "Part of the punishment. On your knees on the floor."

Slave merely nodded. "Thank you Sir." She moved to the floor. It wasn't the first time, and wouldn't likely be the last. The first few times she'd felt degraded. And then it had turned to shame that she had broken the rules yet again. Mistress Lila reassured her at some point that Lila herself had eaten many meals on her knees while she was a new Slave.

After supper, Master reminded Slave to leave the dishes. She had started to clear the table out of habit. She followed him on hands and knees to the living room.

He sat in his chair. "Take off your skirt and panties. You may stand." She brought herself to standing, feeling relief in her knees. She removed her clothing and then he took her over his knee.

She squirmed on his lap. Earning her a preliminary slap that barely stung. "Be still while I do this, Slave or you'll have extras. Now, count for me."

The first three were light. He knew she could easily take more. He was teasing, testing. She only counted, and made no other reaction. Lila was sitting on the sofa watching, intently. She so enjoyed these moments. Intimate as they were.

After six her ass stung. Slave imagined it was red. It would only be a problem for the rest of the evening, and she wasn't likely to be allowed the chance to sit anyway tonight. Seven, eight, nine, ten. She was whimpering now after the blow, then gaining her composure to call out the number. Focus the mind, she thought, relaxing her body.

She braced herself for eleven. But he stopped. His hand slid between her legs. "Is this turning you on?" he asked, as he rubbed her bare pussy.

Her legs spread for him on their own. "Yes Sir." He rubbed her softly, as she relaxed. Without warning he withdrew his hand and smacked her again. "Eleven," she said, her voice little more than a moan.

By the time he got to twenty she was crying out the numbers. Her composure long gone. He rubbed the reddened, swollen skin with one hand. Then he let it slip between her legs again, feeling how wet she was. "Do you like your punishment, slut?"

"No Sir. I mean yes. I don't know, Sir."

"Seems it does," he said, thrusting two fingers into her open pussy. Without even thinking Slave's legs had opened for him.

"Turns me on," Lila said, with a small smile.

She moaned and dropped her head. Half-hoping that he would take her to bed, instead of giving her to Lila. But, he withdrew again and put her to the floor. "Go see your Mistress. Let her finish and then you can do up the dishes, before play."

Slave crawled across the floor and then onto Lila's lap. Lila's skirt was soft on her skin, and Slave wrapped her fingers around the material, nuzzling her cheek against it.

Lila ran her hand over Slave's red, heated ass. She rarely got to give punishment, it gave her a small thrill inside her submissive body. After years of submitting to her Master, it had taken her sometime to get used to giving instruction to Slave. But over their months under the same roof, she'd gotten used to it. "Slave will count," Master said from across the room.

Lila was careful to conserve her strength during the early blows. Slave's skin was already sore, but she needed to get it all in or else she'd end up over Master's lap instead.

Slave was wild in her lap by the end of the punishment. She lay limp over Lila, panting. Master came then and took Slave off Lila's lap. Her caressed his wife's cheek. "Good girl. Slave you may do your chores now and then join us in bed. Lila you may not come until Slave joins us." With that he turned and left the room, leaving both women staring after him for a moment, before they launched into action ....

Sugasm #104

2007-11-05T11:43:00.000-08:00

Breaking my sugasm Cherry with #104!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #105? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

Editor’s Note: I thought it was Monday all day today. By the time I realized it wasn’t the new Sugasm had been up for a few hours. I’m just leaving it. The #105 post request will go up on Tuesday like normal.

This Week’s Picks
Awkward Sex Attempts (and Other Common Experiences)
“This put a slight damper on the “sexy” feelings I was trying to work up.”

houghts on Sex and Relationships
Go Ahead. Label Me
Oldie But Goodie - Altoids And Blow Jobs
Short and Sexy?
Why Doesn’t My Wife Want to Have Sex with Me Anymore?
Why I HATE the Term “Cuckold”

BDSM & Fetish
Always Your Slut Part 2
Angela-la Cake - Bloggers getting sweaty
Different
Fucking machines
Story: The Perils of Drink
Straight Boy Gets Fucked in the Ass
Unmasking
Who Doesn’t Dream About She Males?

Sex News & Reviews
Kumi Is A Yummy Fetish Model
NEW Bold & Sassy Designs!

NSFW Pics & Videos
Angelina Crow - Peep Show
Annette Schwarz (updated)
Catalina loves HNT (Bondage Tape)
Exotic Bloom
If I had a clone…
Merry Samhain!
More Naked Lazer Bunny Hotties

Erotic Writing and Experiences
All About the Tricks
Ancient and Debauched
Backdoor Love
Cream for my Coffee?
The dangers of blogging
First Encounter
The first time: Having sex with my wife.
I dreamed of Margene
New Beginning
Sex Report: Poolside Follies
The six days of halloween
“Smokin Ass” or Halloween Remembered
Touching

Do You Want Me To Call You A Whore?
“Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex?”

Two Fer
“Neither of us heard the front door open when Jason’s roommate came home.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Girls and Guns

Editor’s Choice
Being a Feminist in the sex industry

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Is putting out in a marriage a duty?

2007-11-05T10:48:00.000-08:00

I don't usually post personal things here but this upset me some.

Sexual autonomy ruins relationships

Forget working out whatever issues are making you not want to have sex in the first place. Better that you just shut up and put out as to not piss off your hubby. After all, what's more romantic than thinking of sex as a duty? So hot....

Uh, I think we missed the point of the article. People in long term monogamous relationships need to shut up and put out sometimes when they don't feel like having sex. I don't always want to have sex when my partner does, but give me five minutes alone in the bedroom and I'll be good to go.

If it's a long term issue then there is something larger going on than just shut up and put out, that needs to be addressed. But THAT WAS NOT THE POINT. *sigh* If you're bored enough with sex (as one commenter said) to be counting the tiles on the roof, then yes, You're in The wrong relationship.

Why is it being pro-sex seems to be likened with being anti-feminist?
Is it my duty to have sex with my monogamous partner even if I don't feel like it? Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. Because at some points in life if I only had sex when I felt like it there wouldn't be much sex. At the end of the day when I'm done childcare, housework, school work and paid work- I'm too tired to give a fuck. But I do it anyway, because I enjoy making my partner happy. And in the end I enjoy it anyway.

Stay tuned I'm working on some stuff. Plus NaNo of course.

NaNo Exerpt

2007-11-04T08:38:00.000-08:00

Lucy had her face between a set of soft, white thighs. Her tongue and mouth were busy doing things she'd never done before. She shivered at the new tastes and scents.

She heard the man behind her unzipping his pants. She felt him kneel on the bed behind her and ease his cock into her dripping wet pussy. She put her hands on the bed to brace herself as he began to thrust into her. She didn't want to fall face first into the girl's pussy.

Death by drowning in a pussy. She nearly had to shake her head so as not to laugh at herself. How had she gotten herself into such a situation? She knew exactly how actually, upon reflection, but she'd think about that later.

****
His heart leaped into his throat as she came over. So, this was Lucy. As she came close, he could see her breasts were pushed high and the shirt was cut low. Giving him and anyone else a nice bit of cleavage to study. He frowned, not wanting anyone else to look down her shirt.

That was silly. He had only said he was in town for the night. But, for tonight, she would be his. He smiled up at her as she approached the table.

"You meeting someone here?" she asked, fiddling with the neck of her beer bottle.

"I'm meeting someone of corrupt mind. She's a purveyor of dirty stories."

"Well, then I've found the right person." She offered her hand. "Hi Mac."

"Lucy." He shook her hand. She had a strong shake. He didn't want to let go. So instead he slipped his hand over hers. She sat down across from him. "You should have waited for me to buy you a drink."

"Maybe. You can buy the next one."

"Deal." He set their hands on the table between them. He took a drink of his beer. "So, what do you think?"

She ran her eyes over him. "I think we need to have more than a drink." Then she looked away quickly. "I don't say things like that. Not outloud. Darn it."

Darn? Oh god, she was more innocent than she played. He wondered how many of her stories were real. He rubbed his thumb over her hand. "You've said worse to me."

"Not outloud. That was .. something else."

"Lucy, I'm not going to attack you or maul you. Or do anything you don't want to do." He let go of her hand abruptly. He saw disappoint flash across her face. With one hand he pulled his chair around the table to sit beside her. He put an arm around her. He put his mouth near her ear, as they both looked at her friends across the bar. "But, dear Lucy, you do play the part of a Dirty Slut. And I want to play with it."

She shivered and tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her so she drank her beer instead.

When she didn't reply he decided to push further. "All I've been thinking about today is how you taste. And how you feel. Don't you want to know what I feel." He picked up her hand and ran it along the inside of his thigh. Her hand brushed against his cock, which was somehow growing by the second. He swore lightly, he was too far gone to stop teasing her now. "I've been thinking about how you would feel wrapped around me."

Lucy pulled her hand away. She was blushing visibly, clearly shaken. And turned on, he noted. That was in her eyes. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Remember that story. The couple in the bar and how he teases her under the table, while everyone looks on. How she tries not to squirm while he touched her pussy," he voice was low in her ear. "Are you wearing panties, Lucy?"

Dirty Thought for the Week

2007-10-31T13:06:00.000-07:00

While out on a walk, I passed a chainlink fence. And I was pondering the possibilities of being tied there. Naked on display. Just for a short while, since it's hella cold out these days.

Happy Halloween all! And Happy NaNoWriMo (tomorrow). My plot looks good for this year.

The dangers of blogging

2007-10-26T09:28:00.001-07:00

It was a little creepy when he first asked me where I lived in an email. I started vague and finally ended with the city, after all I wasn't using my REAL name online. Then I was freaked out when he said he lived about an hour away and could we meet for a drink. I was concerned for days, unable to write.

Finally, I agreed one drink, I named the bar- one across town, far from my apartment.

On the night, I dressed with shaking hands. Was this a good idea after all? I decided to dress casual- a skirt that was just above my knees, the boots came just below. Not too much skin showing, I thought as I looked in the full length mirror, twisting my hips so I could watch the material swish. A cream coloured shirt that hugged my curves. A little make up- highlighting my eyes and lips. A little on my cheeks.

The door bell rang as I fixed a red flower into my hair, the way he would be able to pick me out. My friends, who were coming with me, following really, to make sure he wasn't a total creep. They would keep their distance and watch to make sure I was safe.

They were dressed up- like me, ready for a girls night out. I shared a hug and kiss with each of them. We decided to take seperate cars, they would follow me there and home. But, I wanted to have my own in case something really would come of the flirting I had been doing in email with my mystery date.

At the bar, they went in first, ten minutes before I was due to arrive. I sat in my car, looking at my cell phone. It beeped "No creeps so far" the screen flashed. I laughed and touched up my lipstick. I tucked my purse under my arm and entered the bar.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. While I waited for it to come, I turned around and searched the bar. "Meeting someone?" the bartender asked, as she slide the beer to me. "Five."

"Yeah. Mystery date." I smiled and pulled some cash out of my wallet.

"Over there in the corner. Guy said he was looking for a girl with a red flower."

"Thank you." I got my change and took my beer to where the bartender pointed.

"Waiting for me?" I asked, him with a slow smile. I had been hoping he wouldn't be too geeky, too young or too hairy. He was neither. He looked to be near 30, clean shaven and fine as hell. He was wearing a simple black tshirt. He filled it out nicely with all his pectoral muscles, and bulging biceps. Well, y'know, not a hulk look-alike.

I shook my head to try to clear it, as a red lust haze took over me momentarily. "Sorry what was that?" Fuck I missed his reply. My face felt hot. Oh this was not going well.

"If you are purveyor of erotic stories that I enjoy then yes, I believe I am." He smiled, crinkling the corners of his brown eyes, which had been scrutinizing me.

His smile was welcoming and I sat down. "I believe I've written a story by that description once or twice." I held out my hand and introduced myself, my real name. I was shocked as I said it, but there it was.

He replied his name, shaking my hand. "Thank you for meeting me, I know it was a little weird. I hesitated asking. And I never thought you'd show up, or be quite so ... " his eyes ran up and down me, "hot." He didn't let go of my hand, just rested them on the table.

I laughed, nervously. "Thank you. And uh, well, honestly, likewise. I thought you'd be some geeky fanboy."

He laughed. "Oh, well I am a geeky fanboy. I'm a programmer, y'know."

"I didn't. Tell me about your job then, hot geek boy."

He smiled. We continued making small talk while we drank our first drink. I played with my beer bottle when I finished. I knew I was supposed to meet my friend's in the bathroom and let them know how it was going, but I kept getting lost in his eyes. And he was still holding my hand, only he'd moved to sit next to me.

I shivered as I looked up at him, his scent wafting around me. This was dangerous ground already. He knew my every fantasy, only did he know they were fantasies only? I frowned.

"Don't frown. I think, however, your friends are trying to get your attention. I think you missed meeting time."

I laughed. "How did you know?"

"I didn't think you would come here by yourself. And when I saw you come in after them, all dressed up, I knew you were together." He smiled and stood. He pulled me to my feet. "Go talk to your friends. Invite them over, do you want another beer?"

"Are you sure I should invite them?"

"Well, if they are going to check me out they should do so properly. See if I'm suitable."

His fingers brushed my chin and I leaned into him, wanting to run my hands over his chest and see if it felt as hard as it looked. I lowered my eyes to look at his beautiful mouth, suddenly wanting to kiss him. Hands on my shoulders, he turned me around. "Beer?"

"Sure, please," I said, absently, thinking more about rubbing my ass into his crotch.

He watched me approach my friends before he went to the bar. "That's him?" they all gasped.

"Yeah, and it's like ohmygod amazing. I just want to take him home. Is that bad? Anyway, come over and join us." I glanced to him at the bar. "He insisted."

Scrapping chairs followed and we all moved to the big booth in the corner. I sat at the edge, perched waiting for him to return. Oh, it was bad alright.

He bumped my shoulder with his hips. I moved over and he put my beer infront of me, unopened, and then his arm around me, pulling me against him.

An hour and a half later and three drinks later, my friends were antsy to go dancing. I had promised that it wouldn't take long. He had spent the last hour charming me and my friends, and teasing my ear and neck and lower body with carresses of his hand and lips. My nerves felt raw with desire.

Fuck it. "Where are you staying tonight?" I asked. My freinds were gathering there things up and he wasn't moving anywhere.

"A hotel." Our eyes met. Ask me, I said, demanded, my legs nudging against his.

"Come on, let's go," my friend said. He stood and hauled me out of the booth. I had to lean against him to keep from my knees going weak on me. Damn it. Ask me.

We went out the parking lot and my friends piled into their car. "We'll call you later," they said. "Go home."

"Right. I'll try." I nodded as they drove away. He had been standing away from me and suddenly he was beside me, his hands on my lower back. "I should go home."

"You should. Do you want to?"

I shook my head and turned to face him. "What are you doing?"

"Well, my plan was to watch a porn because ... never mind. Come to my hotel for another drink?" He wrapped his arm around me and pressed his hard crotch into my belly. Okay good, that was just as arousing for him as it was for me.

"Yes. I'll follow you, right. Or which hotel?"

"Yeah, I better follow you. You know where you are going." He gave me the hotel name and address. "Wait before we go." He pulled me up and kissed me. My lips parted instantly, my head tilting to give him full access.

He let me as suddenly as he pulled me up and I was shaking as I got in my car. The drive took far too long for my taste. I parked in visitor parking and nearly ran to the front entrance. Except I could run in the boots becuase of the heels.

Once we were together again, he pulled me over for a second kiss. My body was pressed to his from shoulder to thigh. His tongue swept into my mouth, driving me crazy and making me senseless. I pressed against him, my fingers pressed into his back, trying to get closer.

His hands ran down my back and grabbed my ass. He dug his fingers in, massaging it lightly, keeping me close. Not that I had any intention of getting away. I dragged my mouth away from his. "I think we should go upstairs. I don't want to get you kicked out."

"Right," he said, looking longingly at my lips. He brushed them again and then released me. He put his hands into his pockets and smiled sheepishly. "Who knew a beautiful mind could be packaged so nicely also."

I turn to walk into the hotel, so he doesn't see me roll my eyes. Enough with the lines. He takes my hand and we go the elevator. Tenth floor. I pull him infront of me and he pushes me against the wall. Pining me with his mouth, while his hips ground against mine. A slow torture. Which makes us nearly miss our floor.

I stand impatiently behind him, while he opens the door. Once in the room we are attached again. I start pulling his shirt up, trying to decide if I should touch him first or undress him. My hands decide to run over the ridges of his stomach and up to his chest, feeling the hardness that I first admired. My first and second fingers circled his nipples.

He stopped groping my ass and back long enough to remove his shirt. Then he started on mine. I stopped exploring to give him assistance, untangling my shirt from my body. I tugged at the fastener of his jeans as he pulled down the zipper of my skirt. I let the skirt fall to the floor, and stepped out, while he shoved down his jeans.

He ran his hands over my body from shoulders to thighs. Then he cupped my breasts inside my padded lace bra. "I have to ask you something." His voice was husky. His eyes searched mine.

"What?" Nervousness crept into my voice.

"Your writing. Have you really done those things you wrote about?" He reached around me and unclasped the bra. His hands ran down my shoulders pulling the straps off.

I shook my head. "I have done very few things that I've written about. But I have masturbated about them all."

He dropped the bra on the floor. His hands covered my breasts, the palms rubbing the already distended nubs. I moaned and shifted impatiently, rubbing my legs together where the heat was gathering. "You have quite the imagination," he muttered, lowering his head to flick his tongue over each nipple. He drew one into his mouth, making me arch and forget what we had been discussing.

I let my hands drift from my his shoulders, feeling his warm skin. I pressed one hand to the front of his boxers and felt his erection flex against me. I cupped my fingers over his penis and rubbed up and down, lightly, teasing him like he was teasing me.

He bit into my nipple lightly, making me cry out and drop my hand. He kept the pressure until I stilled and then bit harder still. My breath hissed through my teeth as he increased the pressure slowly. Then he released and soothed the skin with small flicks of his tongue. Oh, he was good. And he'd been reading closely. "Fuck," I muttered, arching my chest toward him. "More."

He looked up at me. "God, I'd love to feel your mouth around my cock. But, I really don't think I'll last that long." He stood over me again, his hands, worked their way under the elastic panties, his fingers rubbed the soft mound covered within. "The way you write, I bet your mouth is amazing."

His fingers slipped between the folds, finding me wet and hot. He propelled me back onto the bed. One hand still caressing me between my legs, the other pulling my panties down my legs. I spread my legs wide for him, laying back and closing my eyes. He pressed a finger to my clit, making little circles until I cried out and tried to sit up. He moved closer to me and put his free hand on my shoulder. "Stay down. And try to enjoy this." His eyes met mine with such insistence that I acquiesced.

He sank one finger into me, keeping his thumb pressed to my clitoris. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from jumping off the bed, or closing my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut but he opposed that as well. "Open your eyes," he kissed each one softly. "I want to watch you come for me."

He sank a second finger into me, stretching me wider. His fingers slid in and out and I started to rock my hips to the rhythm. The pressure was about to kill me, when it exploded. My body shivered with orgasm, seemingly more intense by his gaze on my face. Finally, the waves stopped and I became still. He pulled his fingers out and fed them to me. I sucked greedily on his fingers covered in my scent.

He got up off the bed and I heard zippers and foil rustling. I moved up the bed to rest on the pillows, my legs spread open, waiting. He moved over me and sank into me without pretense.

I squeezed my inner muscles around him as he sank into me again and again. I arched up toward him, meeting his hips in the middle. My fingers on his shoulders. Our eyes locked.

I felt him stiffen as he came, buried deep inside me. He muttered a curse and thrust once more. He fell on top of me. His weight crushing me, I wrapped my arms around him. "Oh god, that was fucking hot."

Stats have more fun

2007-10-16T09:10:00.001-07:00

Number of Entries: 3
Visit Length: Multiple visits spread over more than one day

Most people it seems get off quick tho, since few people spend more than a few seconds on a page. And only enter once. Oh well, small amusements for me today.

Tough Choices

2007-10-16T08:54:00.000-07:00

Note: This was a rather difficult piece for me to write. I wanted to do the characters justice. The musical inspiration was "Me, I'm Not" by Nine Inch Nails from their latest album, which I highly recommend. I liked the set up a great deal and I think I will revisit this characters, after NaNoWriMo next month.

The slave was wearing knee high leather boots. They crinkled as she walked to the beat of the music. His eyes traced up her leather clad legs, to the skin between the boots and her tight leather skirt. He watched her hips hitch up to the music, the skirt pulling up with each movement, threatening to give him a better view. But it was so tight on her that it wasn't possible.

His eyes travelled up further, to the skin of her torso. Her shirt was nothing more than a leather bra, so tight it pushed her breasts up and out, an offering to him. He closed his eyes and let the beat of the music fill his senses. He lifted a hand silently and motioned.

When he opened his eyes, he watched the second woman lead the slave on a leash, tied to the collar around her neck. He smiled at Lila as she lead the girl to him. She was wearing red high heels, that made her legs stretch out under her knee length red flowing velvet skirt. He watched it swish around her legs and then moved up her body. Her red lace shirt was held around her front by two ties one over her navel and the other between her breasts, with two flicks he could have it off her.

Both their lips were bright red, he glanced from one mouth to the other. Which would he have around his cock tonight? His pants tightened at the thought.

Lila was wearing a collar as well, thinner than the slave's collar. It denoted her place in the hierarchy.

Slave had her dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. He considered telling her to let it down, but it was more useful to keep tied back to give her extra direction if she needed it. Lila left her blonde hair loose, hanging around her shoulders.

He smiled as Lila pressed her lips to his, her height nearly matching his own with her heels on. He kissed her back, sliding his tongue into her mouth and taking the leash from her hand. He twisted his wrist, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling the slave closer.

He let go of Lila's mouth and body. She stepped readily to the side, allowing him to pull the shorter girl up to him. He bent over slightly as even in heels she wasn't tall enough to reach him. He held her close, taking her mouth with his again and again.

He bit into her bottom lip and pulled back, stretching it between them. He heard a small moan come from her throat as her body shuddered against his in reaction to the discomfort. He let go and regarded both women with a smile.

"I want you two in bed and I will see who will please me best tonight." He spoke for the first time since arriving home from the club.

Lila brushed her lips across his cheek, before grabbing the dark haired beauty standing beside him. Lila pulled the Slave into a deep kiss, hands caressing Slave's stomach, breasts and shoulders. "Undress me," Lila said. The words were soft spoken, but the command was apparent.

Slave slipped her hands between the bodies and untied the simple strings holding Lila's shirt around her. Slave slipped it off Lila's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She slipped her hands around Lila's body, and undid the button and zipper behind her.

Lila took the advantage of the position to kiss the slave deeper and pull her tighter. The skirt dropped to the floor. He watched as the slave moved down Lila's body to remove her red velvet panties. Slave kissed Lila's things and knees as she moved down and back up.

Lila grabbed Slave's hair before she was standing. "Pick up my clothes and put them where they belong." There was no menace in Lila's voice, only a hint of a threat. But Slave had long since learned to obey without questioning anyone.

"And get me a chair," he said. Slave turned to look at her Master for a moment. She hurried and pulled the easy chair from the corner to the middle of the room, to the side of the bed so he could watch the girls as they played. He watched with excitement as she struggled in the binding leather.

After he was seated, he dismissed the dark haired girl with the wave of his hand. She knelt on the floor and picked up Lila's clothes. She hung up the skirt and shirt in the closet. The panties she put in the clothes hamper for later washing. Master D., as he was known, put his elbow on the arm rest and leaned his head on it. His blonde ponytail fell to the side and he smiled as Slave returned to stand beside the bed, where Lila was laying.

Lila took her hand and pulled her. "Lie down next to me and kiss me. Do to me what you would feel is pleasurable. What you would want if you could have it." Lila smiled at Slave, who returned the smile. Slave slid down on the bed beside Lila and kissed her. She moved her head to Lila's breasts and suckled the nipples. He watched Slave's tongue slide around and around the sensitive center. Her hand slipped down between Lila's legs and rubbed the bare mound.

He watched their bodies move together as Slave rubbed, caressed and licked Lila into moaning and arching. It went on so long it almost got boring. It was only a matter of time before Lila impatiently shoved Slave's head between her legs. He smiled as Lila grabbed Slave's ponytail and ordered gave the orders, punctuating with, "Make me come."

Slave slid down the bed, kissing Lila's body a few times along the way. She looked as if she wanted to linger and play some more. Instead, she changed her face and stance into taking care of Lila. She nuzzled Lila's pussy.

He moved to the bed, so he could have the best view of the action. He idly stroked Lila's breast, stomach and thighs with one hand. With the other he stroked Slave's head, watching her as she tried to make her Mistress orgasm.

Slave was holding Lila's pussy lips open so she could lick and suck on her clit. She slide two fingers into Lila's open waiting pussy. And for a moment his cock strained to be in her.

He felt Lila's body shudder and convulse as she came hard on Slave's fingers, under her mouth. Lila let out soft moans as she arched her back. Slave didn't stop applying pressure to Lila's cunt until pushed away. Lila hoarsely commanded, "Stop. Enough."

Master stood up and started to undress. He watched Lila's body as it shook still. He took in Slave who was still crouched between Lila's legs, wiping her mouth. Both of them looked up at him expectantly. "Slave, off the bed. You may sit in my chair, but do not touch yourself."

He dropped his clothing by the bed. "Pick up my clothes first," he added, as she sat down in his chair. He paid no more attention to her as he eased onto the bed, by the still shaking Lila. Lila wasted no time, as she grabbed his cock in one hand, her other hand smoothed over his chest. "Was she good?" he asked.

"Very good, Sir."

He let Lila rub her hand along him for a while. He pinched her nipples, until she squealed and pulled back a little. She didn't dare move away from his attention.

Unable to contain himself anymore, he lifted himself over Lila and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. She was wet and open, nearly pulling him into her body.

He started thrusting into her, slowly building up speed. She met him, her inner wall tensing around him.

He pushed himself up over her body and then sank back in deeply pushing him over the edge as he came inside her. He thrust shallowly a few more times, feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm reverberate. Then he let himself fall on top of her.

Easing away, he regarded Slave sitting primly on the chair, her hands folded on her lap. "Come here and clean us up. You've been a good girl tonight. You can join us in the bed for sleep." He kissed Lila's forehead. "You were very good too, my sweet. Very good indeed."

Sorry The Ending

2007-08-23T09:52:00.000-07:00

He pushed her onto the bed and kissed her deeply. While she was distracted kissing him, he worked her shirt up her body. He groped her breasts roughly pulling her nipples.

She moaned into his mouth and arched her hips into him. "More," she muttered.

He stopped playing with her and pushed her hips down. Then he pulled back from her. "Stay."

She looked at him, her hands raised, arms framing her head. The shirt at her elbows holding them captive.

He disappeared from view. She closed her eyes, biting her bruised lips. Her breasts ached for more of the rough pleasure he had tormented them with. moments before.

She felt him climb back on the bed. She didn't bother opening her eyes. She waited quietly to feel what he was going to do next to her. Stupid word that "sorry" business. She was always saying sorry for something and he was always telling her to stop. But she never listened. And only occasionally did she pay for it.

He kissed her again, one hand twisting her wrists until they were crossed. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him. Super close up, as he was biting her bottom lip.

She winced and pulled back. He let go slightly and kissed her again. She felt the rope wrap around her wrists, around and around. He stopped kissing her and pulled back to tie the loops he had made.

Standing up, he surveyed his handiwork. She judged from his smile that he was pleased with himself. She smiled back, her body trembling as she waited for his next move.

He pulled off her skirt, running his hands down her leg. He rubbed her pussy between her legs until she moaned and moved her hips against him.

"Now, I think we are ready."

She didn't say anything. She watched him cross the room and open the closet. He put the small suede flogger, bamboo cane, and the cat. The last implement he laid on her made her tremble.

He sat down beside her and fingered each as he watched her. She was chewed her bottom lip, trying to judge what he had planned.

Finally, seemingly hours later, he put the cat and cane to the side. He held the flogger above her, twisting it in his hands.

She swallowed hard and tensed her body, waiting.

Finally he brought the lashes down against her thigh, enough to sting, enough to make her wince a little. He hit her again and again, a little harder each time, making her wince. Up and down her thighs, until she was reddened a little all over her thighs.

Warmed up, she noted, shifting her body position.

She closed her eyes momentarily to keep them from drying up. She was pretty sure she hadn't closed them through the whole process. While she had them closed he brought the whip down against her breasts, over her nipples. She cried out, as her body convulsed and her eyes flew open.

He was smiling. She met his eyes, they danced with hers, as he brought it down again over her, with similar result.

"Count," he instructed.

The first five were easy to get out. Seven through ten left her gasping between hits. And by the time he was at twenty she was shouting the numbers and panting.

He put the flogger down on the bed and sat beside her. He stroked her lashed breasts, and she winced and tried to turn away from him.

He pulled her back and stroked her hair.

"I am."

"You are?"

"Sorry. Mostly."

He shook his head. "I think it's better if you didn't talk. You'll just incriminate yourself again." He picked up the flogger and rolled it against her stomach.

It Only Gets Better

2007-08-15T08:33:00.000-07:00

This is from a longer piece I'm working on about a couple that has been together for 30 + years. Mainly told in flashback memories as they close on their 30 wedding anniversary.

Later that night when everyone was gone, they sat in silence for a while. He reached for the remote and turned the television on. "News time."

"I'll go to the bedroom and read for a bit."

When he came into the bedroom, she sat on her edge of the bed. She wore a strapless red nightgown. He knelt behind her on the bed and kissed her shoulder.

She reached behind her and touched his thighs. His chest and belly pressed into her back, strong all these years. His hands moved around her to cup her breasts.

Her body reacted to his hand, just like the first time. Her nipple came to attention under the gentle pull of his fingers.

They undressed, helping each other ease of their clothing. Then together they stretched out on the bed, skin to skin.

His fingers stroked the swell of her breasts. The swells had move lower with time. The skin was not as supple or smooth as it once was, but still stimulating.

She stretched up and kissed him, her mouth and tongue hot against him. She ran fingers down her back, grabbing his butt. Then up his chest, teasing his nipples.

He dipped his head to tongue her nipples. And his fingers dipped between her legs he found droplets of moisture gathering.

Her fingers stretched out, then closed around his sex. She stroked up and down his shaft. Her other hand stroked and squeezed his balls.

He moaned into her mouth, feeling the first stirrings of life between his legs.

He reached for the lube in the bedside table behind him, momentarily pulling from her.

She held her hand out. "Please?"

He squeezed some of the cool lubricant into her hand. She let it warm to her hand before lowering it to him again. His eyes closed with pleasure as she slicked it over him with her hand. His breath caught in his throat in a low moan.

She caught the moan in a deep kiss. He dropped the bottle and grabbed her breasts. She moved her hips into him, impatient as ever.

His hands slid down her body. He gripped her hips and pulled them back. "Wait," he said. She sighed, pulling away.

He was hard in her hand. She slowed her strokes, prolonging the pleasure.

He poured the lubrication into his fingers. He watched her eyes as he pushed one slick finger between her lips into her heat. He rubbed his slick thumb against her sensitive clit.

She dropped her hands away from him, as he thrust into her, rubbing her in the way he knew drove her crazy. She moaned and arched her back into him.

As he continued, she rocked her hips against his fingers. She murmured encouragement to him.

She closed her eyes and let out a squeal of enjoyment as she orgasmed on his fingers. Her body clenched tight around him. He nearly came himself at the sensation. But he longed to feel it squeezing him tighter, from the inside.

When she recovered she kissed him again. "Make love to me," she moaned against him. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Yes," he said, teeth gritted.

He moved over her. A hand fitted between them. He spread her, guiding himself into her welcoming body. It was a familiar and new feeling all at once. It was new every time he eased in. He let himself sink deeply into her, groaning with each inch he moved.

He thrust slowly. In and out. Not wanting to hurt her. Holding back was excruciating, as his body lurched wanting to find fulfillment inside of her.

She moved against him quickly, urging him forward. She opened her eyes, watching his face, as their hips met again and again. She put her hands on him, feeling his breath quicken with each movement.

It seemed like moments and forever later, when the world inside him exploded. He came inside her with a grunt and two last weak thrusts.

She sighed contentedly, rubbing his back, holding him tight to her. The love for him swelled in her chest.

His chest pounded into her as he heaved for air.

She worried sometimes about the heaving. But, she knew he kept in shape. And, they'd kept an active sex life all this time.

He moved his weight off her and laid next to her, almost caught his breath again. She felt her body expand into the space he'd left.

"Not bad for an old guy right?"

"You're not an old guy. You are as sexy as the day I met you."

He kissed her. "I love you, like the day I met you."

She smiled up at him. "I loved you before I met you."

"You did?"

She nodded.

I am sorry, for you

2007-06-25T14:20:00.000-07:00

She lowered herself to her knees before him. She kept her eyes lowered, the same as her voice. "Pleace give me a chance to show you how sorry I am."

There was a hint of a smile in her voice. He wondered how sorry she was. He started to stand. "That won't be necessary pet." He sat back down and with a finger under her chin and raised her gaze to meet his. "It was a misunderstanding yes?"

"Well, yes. But I should - I want to ..." Flustered and red faces, she dropped her head again. "Please."

He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face up to look up at him. All the softness had gone out of his face, his voice was firm as he spoke. "Who is in charge of your punishment?"

"You." She avoided his eyes.

"Look at me then."

She swallowed and tensed as he turned her eyes toward him. "Yes sir." Her body shook, wanting to cower. Mentally she repeated You are not in charge. Someday, she would remember this.

"Are you sorry you asked?"

"She looked at him. The right answer was yes. "No. I thought I was right."

"I didn't think you were. I appreciate your honesty. I am going to make you sorry."

She furrowed her brow. Was it a test? He was going to make her sorry for being sorry. She was confused. Again.

She realized that he was waiting for her. She hoped he hadn't asked her any questions. "Yes. Sir. Thank you."

Part One

2007-06-05T09:08:00.000-07:00

She came out in a short black shirt. She hardly ever wore a skirt. Her bare legs glowed in the soft light from the window. He smiled, looking her over with hungry eyes. In one moment he imagined several erotic scenes. Kissing her, sliding his hand up her inner thigh, finding her without panties and wet. Bending her over a chair, a desk, a table; pulling the skirt up and taking her hard and fast from behind. Against the wall, he'd lift her, his pants around his ankles.

He let his breath out. The hot air, leaving his lungs. Then he gasped a few breathes in. He'd been so wrapped up in his appreciation that he'd forgotten to breath.

Without a word, he moved his body into hers. His hand caressed her neck, while his mouth possessed hers. His tongue swirled around her mouth- tasting, taking, holding her. His hands came around her breasts, moulding them. he felt her nipples go hard against the fabric of her shirt, while she tried to pull away from his kiss.

The blood pounded in his ears. Reluctant, he let go of her.

"Slow down," she said. "It's early and we are late."

"That's not my fault," he said, kissing her bare shoulder. He took another step back and took in her shirt for the first time. It was white and thin, low in the front. The back was a scrap of fabric wrapped around her waist. It tied around her neck. But his main concern was that the shirt was transparent. And she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Go put the black on one," he said. "You are not going out like that." She opened her mouth to protest. He waved his hand. "We could stay in if you prefer." There was a glint in his eyes, as he played out several more scenes in his mind. This time involving her being bent over, the skirt around her waist and him holding a cane or a whip. He waited for her to move ...

Quickie

2007-05-29T08:42:00.000-07:00

She looked up at him from her knees.

"Tell me what you are."

She licked her lips, her mouth very dry. "A slut."

He tapped her shoulder wogger.coith the cane still in his hand. The cane whose bite she had come to know very well. Her legs still stung slightly. "Try again."

"Your whore?"

A smile crossed his lips. He quickly pushed it aside. "What do you want?"

She waited a few beats, searching for the best answer. "To please you."

"What do you want right now?"

"Your cock," she said, dropping her shoulders.

He nodded slightly. He walked away from her without a word. She watched with her eyes while he put the cane down and removed his clothes.

She shivered, clenching her hands.

He stood in front of her again. His cock hard. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch it, but she didn't dare move. The sting on her skin reminded her of that.

"Open your mouth."

She opened her mouth. He stepped forward, guiding his cock into her. She closed her mouth around it, applying light pressure with her mouth.

He wrapped her hair around his hands lightly. He watched her, letting her take the lead. She bobbed her head in and out, from his body. He let his head roll back, moaning a little.

His control snapped without warning. He pulled her by the hair, tight on his cock. She gagged and fought against the pressure, despite the pain.

Finally she resigned herself to trying to breath deeply, while he thrust into her mouth.

He shuddered suddenly. She gulped quickly.

He pulled out of her.

She smiled up at him, wiping her chin. She wished silently for a glass of water. "Well, wanna fuck me now? I'm really turned on."

"You are here for my pleasure. Not the other way around."

She sighed. "Clothes?" she said hopefully.

A preview

2007-05-23T14:20:00.000-07:00

It had been a long week, an exciting week, but a long week nonetheless. Rough play, hot sex and showing herself off. When they hadn't been in bed, he'd wanted her in front of the camera. At least it seemed that way to her as she replayed the events in her mind. There was only one thing they hadn't done.

She rolled over onto her side, leaning over him. He smiled at her and stretched up for a kiss.

She lowered her head and kissed him. "Can I make a request?"

"Of course."

"I want you. I want you slow and soft and sweet."

He looked at her. She tapped her fingers on his chest, counting off the beats to keep her anxiety at bay. One, two, three, four ...

"Sweet?" He hummed as he brushed her hair back from her face.

She nodded, and looked away from him. Her face flushed red and hot. She wanted to crawl off the bed and retreat to the bathroom.

His slid his hand from her hair down her body, cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple. His eyes intent on her face, watching her eyes get wider and darker. He bent his head and kissed her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved in slow circles around it, until she had tipped her head back and let out a low moan. Then he let go and moved to her right breast and gave it the same attention.

"How am I doing?" he asked. His voice was hoarse.

She brought her attention back to him, focusing her eyes on his. A sharp intake of breath and then she managed to squeak out, "Good."

He smiled, putting his arm around her. He eased her onto her back, lifting his body over hers. He kissed her softly, his tongue sweeping her mouth.

She arched her body up to his, wanting to feel him inside. Her pussy was throbbing as she rubbed against him.

Reaching a hand between them, he pushed her hips down. "Not yet."

She whimpered and pushing up harder. He pulled back from her and looked at her sharply. Then she withdrew. "You always were too impatient," he muttered. He moved his body down and kissed between her breasts. Then down further, tracing his path with hot kisses.

He stopped and kissed both of her hips. His warm hands pressed on her inner thighs and moved them apart. He kissed each thigh in turn.

She trembled with anticipation, raising her head so she could look at him. He met her eyes and shook his head. "Lay back and relax. Enjoy."

She thought about arguing. She wanted to watch. But she gave in, laying down, she tried to reach out and touch his hair to have a connection with him, but she couldn't reach him.

He leaned his face in and kissed her heated center. Her desire was evident in the aroma wafting from her pussy. He couldn't believe he'd spent a whole week fucking her raw and hadn't once stopped to smell her, to taste her. He licked his lips in anticipation.

With soft fingers, he spread her pussy lips.

When his hot tongue hit her body she lifted her hips. She thought she was going to fly off the bed and he had barely touched her.

Without removing his mouth from her, he reached up with one hand and pressed her hips back down. He lapped at her between the folds of her labia.

He moaned softly into her, as he felt more fluid seep out of her body.

He held her down with one hand, the other spreading her pussy lips further. He licked at her clit, making her twist and cry out.

His hot tongue continued it's gentle lapping at her. She felt the heat rising in her body, from her toes to the tip of her head and out her fingers. She thought she might be on fire. She felt a deep pressure starting in her belly. Something more intense then she had felt all week.

She squeezed her muscles together, hoping to stave off the inevitable, hoping to slow down. But, his tongue knew just where to touch her and moments later her body was tensing and relaxing. She twisted her body, crying out his name over and over.

He held her hips down on the bed, continuing to suck on her pussy, until the waves of her orgasm stopped coming.

He moved up her body and kissed her deeply. "Sweet enough?"

"Oh god, I need to fuck you," she murmured.

He smiled at her, but didn't move.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me."

"Slow, remember?" he said, moving his body over hers.

He eased his cock into her. The entire time he had spent with her, she hadn't ever felt this wet and open. He moved his hips slowly. He tried to prolong the experience as she had asked. But, her reaction and how good her pussy felt, pulling him deeper inside, he couldn't go slowly. He was soon thrusting hard into her, almost pounding against her. He strained to go deeper, so he could find release.

He arched his back and gave a cry as he came inside of her. A few more thrusts and he was spent. He released his arms and let his body fall onto of hers.

"That was perfect," she said softly. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes, wishing she could stay like this forever.

This is likely a preview to my Nanowrimo 07, Mack and Lucy. It hasn't been decided yet. But it was inspired by completly different events rather than NaNoWriMo.

Thoughts

2007-05-01T08:58:00.000-07:00

I think you know who you are. If you don't, look again.

I do think of you a lot. I wonder how it would feel to kiss you. Warm, hot, wet. What would your tongue taste like in my mouth, my tongue in yours. What your skin would feel like under my fingers. What it would taste like under my tongue. What would you feel like over me, beside me, in me.

Wondering, dreaming, fantasizing of you. It's one of my guilty pleasures.

I hope that answers the question.

Tired ramblings and confessions of love.

2007-04-26T08:39:00.000-07:00

The day's stres seeps from my bones. I am tired. I am overemotional.

I long to melt into you. To take in your heat. Bodies meld together. As if they are one - no beginning, no end. Just us.

I want to hear you speak. Your voice a soothing balm on my frayed nerves.

Your hands-warm on my skin- melting me. I feel like I may crack if you leave me here alone.

I wish it were enough. That I were enough. That I could love you as you love me- as I long for you-me-us to love.

I love you. Anyhow.

But we are not enough. I must fill myself up before I can truely let you in.

This has been my confession (abridged version).

I pray it gives me peace.

A dream

2007-04-06T10:26:00.000-07:00

He was laying in bed when she entered the room. His eyes were open, looking at the door. He smiled when he saw her. She closed the door behind her and turned off the overhead light. The lamp on the night stand shone an orange glow through out the lower half of the room.

She leaned over him and smoothed the blankets covering him. She pressed her lips gently to his forehead. "Sweet dreams."

He grabbed her upper arm and held her. She almost lost her balance as she tried to free herself. "I don't want just dreams."

"What?"

He raised his head and kissed her. "Stay."

She returned his kiss. Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out, lapping at him. Suddenly she pulled away. "I shouldn't."

He released his grip on her arms, letting her move to standing. "But you want to."

They shared a smile and she leaned over him again. She kissed him deeply, moving her body over his.

He peeled off her clothes. Caressing and tasting her naked skin.

She shivered under his touch. Her hands roaming the expanse of his body.

His hands tentatively caressed between her legs. His fingers sliding along the outer lips, dipping into the inner wetness within the folds.

He moved his body over hers.

She spread her legs, opening to him easily. He slipped into her as she waited.

Her body arched to meet his with each thrust. Tempo and friction building between them.

Suddenly he leaned over and gave a short, sharp cry, into her ear. His body stiffened then relaxed into her. Then he slumped over her, still breathing in her ear.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You didn't ..."

"Don't be sorry."

"but .."

"No. It's my gift to you."

What do you think dear readers: is this piece better titled: 'Stay' or 'The Gift'? Let me know please. This one came from a dream. A short daydream. There may be a longer version.

I have a thing for violet blue

2007-03-22T14:39:00.000-07:00

I ducked into the nearest open office. My headphones were on loud. Violet Blue's voice poured into my ears as I listened to her podcast, "Open Source Sex." I thought about taking a break. I thought about sliding my hands into my pants and easing some of frustration building between my legs.

Outside of the office I saw a light turn on, so I stepped out. I brushed my hair back from my face, hoping I didn't look too flushed. Too late for anyone to be around, I thought. But, I was wrong.

I walked quickly, on my way out. I needed to be alone. I looked into the offices as I walked by, trying to find out who it was. Someone stepped out of their office as I made my way by. A familiar body -face - smile. I opened my mouth to speak a passing greeting, expecting the same in reply.

He stepped in front of me. A foot or two between our bodies. I could smell his cologne for the first time. I wanted to revel in the warm sensation. But, my mind jumped forward with confusion over this sudden presence.

I'm not sure if my byes closed or I just blinked. But, he had grabbed my arms, pulling my body to his warmth. I became rigid in his tense embrace. His face moving over mine, like the moon eclipsing the face of the sun. His lips pressed firmly against mine. There was no question in the kiss; it was a statement, a claim.

My mind was numb with shock. So, my body took over, responding in kind. My mouth opened to his tongue. It delved into, tasting, exploring. I thought I would go into sensory overload as I smelled, tasted and touched him all at once.

His teeth scraped over my bottom lip. His breath suddenly hissed. And he withdrew his warmth- his mouth, his hands, his body. He was standing away from me again- arms length away. I could hear him breathing rapidly. I lifted my hand to wipe the corner of my mouth.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have done that."

My heart sank in disappointment. I turned, leaning against the wall, hoping to hide my expression. A thousand words were on my lips, but my mouth was too dry to speak. I shook my head. "It wasn't," I finally got out in a whisper.

I didn't think he heard, because I saw no visible reaction. But, then he moved in front of me again. His hand lifted to my face, his fingers stroking my cheek. "Sure?"

I lifted my hand to cover his. Our eyes met. I saw the concern in his eyes, I also saw the desire. I smiled. "yes."

The second kiss was more intoxicating. He buried his hands into my hair, holding my head, guiding me where he desired. I leaned my back against the wall, my body opening to him. My hands removed my ear phones, I unhooked the player from my waistband. I placed it blindly on a desk beside us.

He had firmly claimed my mouth. My body was pressing to his, my hands gripping at his neck trying to get closer to him. His hands moved from my hair, down my body. His warm fingers pulled my shirt from the waistband of my pants. His hands were a little rough against my bare skin as they crawled up my body, pulling my shirt with them.

He pulled his hands out from my shirt. They settled on my hips.

First his tongue retreated from teasing mine. Then his mouth.

Here came rejection, I thought. It was a nice kiss while it lasted. I didn't meet his eyes.

His thumb rubbed against my bottom lip. He raised my head until our eyes met. "I'm sorry I have to go."

I forced a smile onto my face. "It's okay," I said hoarsely.

He let go of and me and turned away, heading for the door. I followed slowly. I forced myself to feel numb as I watched his retreating back.

He pushed the door to the outside world open and then stopped. He turned and looked at me with a small smile on his lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

I tried to go further with this story, but the sex turned out to be very forced sounding. So I thought ending it here was more appropriate. It goes better with my fantasy world as well.

You've been Missed

2007-03-01T08:10:00.000-08:00

The ringing phone tore me from sleep. I rolled over and grabbed it, wanting it to stop. Groggy, I mumbled. "Hello?"

"I'm coming." The voice was strong and awake on the other end. The unspoken message was get yourself together, a warning.

I hung up the phone and sat up fully. I yawned widely, my hands busy pulling my tangled hair straight.

It seemed like a moment later the was a precursory knock on the door. I didn't retrieve my glasses I as I stumbled to the doorway. I heard the keys in the door as I leaned against the wall in the hall. I pulled my pants straight, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. The door swung open.

I heard the lock click into place. My eyes flew open, my heart jumped into my throat. He turned his gaze on me. I blushed like a teenage girl, caught staring at her crush in the hall. Actually, except for the teenage part, it was exactly like that. I giggled and stepped back, unable to take my eyes off him.

He closed the space between us. Grabbing my upper arms, he pushed me against the wall. His mouth covered mine, a burning kiss between us. His tongue seared my mouth. I was branded - His.

My body became paralyzed between him and the wall. His mouth impressed upon mine, making love to me.

I gripped his upper arms. My fingertips dug into his biceps. I was holding on for dear life, as his passion swept me away.

He tore his mouth from mine, taking his heat with him. I shivered, suddenly cold. His hand dug into my hair, pulling my head back. "I missed you," he murmured. His teeth scrapped against the tender flesh of my throat.

I let go of his arms and started to push his jacket off of his shoulders. "I missed you too." My voice was throaty and breathless.

He shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. I dropped my hands, becoming passive again. I dropped my gaze to his chest.

He tugged on my hair, lifting my head again. He kissed me again. His hands dropped, grabbing my top and working it over my tummy, my breasts. I lifted my arms letting him remove it from my body. I tried to keep up, returning his kisses. But, through my sleepy haze and his sudden appearance, I could only let him use my body. And to enjoy the attention he lavished on it.

I watched him through my lashes as he bent his head to my breast. His lips and tongue still hot from the kiss, took one nipple in.

I moaned, gyrating my hips. His hands on my waist encouraged the movement.

"Have you been a good girl while I've been away?" His question was a brief reprise from the sweet torture his mouth was giving me.

Before I could answer, he latched onto the second nipple. All thought left for several moments. I grappled to remember the question. "Yes." The reply was ground out from my clenched teeth. "I've tried to be good."

"Tell me everything. Now." His mouth trailed hot kisses down my belly. His tongue stopped to swirl my belly button.

I nearly missed the command in his voice. Had he been away that long?

His tongue was tickling, while his hands worked on the tie of my pants. I had to think fast, to answer before he got my pants down and his mouth was kissing, licking, sucking the heat of me.

"I got off a couple of times a week. While you were gone." I swallowed hard, as he slid the pants down my legs.

"Only a couple?" He stopped, looking up at me. "I'm disappointed. Were you thinking of me? That I would do this?" He pressed his mouth into the crotch of my panties, blowing hot air against my pussy through the thin material. He pulled back, looking at my crotch. "Look how wet you are already."

I nodded, whimpering and shaking from the effort of keeping still. "Yes I thought of you all the time."

"Did you think of me kissing your wet pussy?" He slipped my panties down my ankles. I was trapped by my clothing. If I tried to move I would likely fall over.

"No, I thought of fucking you."

"Always the cock." He put his thumb against my clit and rubbed a slow circle.

I nodded and whimpered.

"Any cock?"

"Just yours."

I leaned my head back against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when he removed his thumb. Carefully, slowly, he used his fingers to open my pussy lips.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

My response was a tortured cry. "Yes I want you."

He didn't move. His thumb becoming still.

I sighed, gathering myself. "Yes, I want your mouth on my hot pussy."

I was open to him. I closed my eyes, anticipating, ready for him.

His tongue slid between the folds. Heat on heat, made me burst into flame.

Abandoned

2007-02-08T09:36:00.000-08:00

I have not abandoned this blog. I'm just so insanely busy that writing for it is the at the very bottom of the to do list. I will return soon I hope. But it will be sporadic between now and April. Please be patient.

A return to romance

2007-01-08T12:29:00.001-08:00

She laid next to him. Her breathing was rapid, but quiet as she listened for him. His chest moved rapidly, but there was no sound. He faced away from her so she couldn't see his face.

She lifted her head and then lay back down. Her hair fell over her face, obscuring her view even more.

She sighed a little. "I may be the stupidest girl who ever lived."

"Why?" he asked, his voice a bit of a groan, "do you say that?"

Neither of them moved, a breath passing between them.

"I love you." She held her breath, listening for a subtle change in him. "I've tried to let go. But no matter who I love, the feelings can't compare."

She didn't wait for a reply. She didn't hold her breath. She didn't sit up and look at him waiting for answer.

She rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She turned the shower on pushed her head under the warm flow of the water, drowning out any sound he might make.

Do you know ...

2007-01-03T09:27:00.000-08:00

Do you know how beauitful you are?
My fingers long to feel your skin-
My mouth longs to taste yours-
Your heat on my body-in my body
Leaving your mark on me.
I kneel before you- bow my head
I offer myself to you.
Would you take it?

Just can't get clean.

2006-12-20T10:25:00.001-08:00

"Go start the shower."

I stand and go to the bathroom. Leaning in, turning on the shower. Holding one hand under the pouring water, the other adjusting the temperature until it's just the way you like it. I stick my head out the door and call that it's ready.

You come in, undress, dropping your clothes on the floor. I sigh and stand to the side, watching your naked body. My body responds and I shift.

I stay watching as you get under the warm spray and wash yourself. I get the towel ready thinking you will turn the water off and step out. Instead you beckon me into the shower. I start to undress but you shake your head. "Just get in here now."

I closes my eyes and breath. "Oh."

I step under the spray, feeling it cover my shirt and pants, a muttered prayer of thanks that I'm not wearing jeans. I brush my hair back from my face, wiping the water away.

Your hand on the top of my head pushes me down. I lower myself to my knees, squaring my body in front of yours, my head at your crotch.

I glance up at you briefly, but you aren't looking at me. I take your half hard cock into my mouth, sucking a little. Your hand pets the side of my hair, moving me so you can stand under the warm water.

I shiver, the warmth of the water taken off of me. I feel your cock growing hard in my mouth, on my tongue. I start to bob my head, your cock moving in and out of my mouth. Your hands tighten on the sides of my heads, and I take a deep breath, relaxing my whole body.

You just hold me, your hands moving with my head. I hold you in my mouth, deep, relaxing. Your cock threatening to push against my reflex. I use my tongue to press your cock to the roof of my mouth. Once I am relaxed, I continue, pulling you deeper into my mouth.

Your hands stroke my hair again. I smile to myself, pleased with the reaction.

I am getting tired, my mouth is sore. You notice I am becoming lax. You grab the sides of my hair and start pulling and pushing my head in and out. Then, you are thrusting your hips into my face. Your cock deep in my mouth, pressing deeper.

I focus on my hands on your hips. Suppressing the need to sputter as you thrust, hitting the back of my mouth.

Your body shudders, becoming stiff. You come into my mouth. I gulp, with a shudder. You turn the water off and then pull your cock out of my mouth. You look down at me, smiling and shaking your head. "Dirty even in the shower."

Task complete, Master.

2006-12-15T14:05:00.000-08:00

She kneeled before him, her forehead on his knees. She focused on his feet as his hand stroked her hair. They were both bare, clothing having been discarded much earlier. "What can I do to please you?" She lifted her head looking at him.

"That is something you need to think of." He tugged her hair, affectionately.

She sighed and leaned down again. Did he make it difficult on purpose? She tried to think of what he would like. She kissed his knee, trailing kisses up his leg. She pushed her way into his crotch
with her head. He leaned back, keeping one hand on the back of her head. She kissed and licked at his soft cock, making him jump.

With one hand she stroked his cock, watching it harden. With her other, she pulled his hand to touch her breast, begging him to touch her silently. He let her use his hand to fondle her, not actively
participating.

"Lay down," his voice soft. She jumps still, and then removes her hands from his body. She moves away from any furniture and lays herself on the rug. She spreads her legs slightly, her arms out to
the sides, waiting for him. "Be still now. And quiet. Eyes open."

She started to close her eyes and then opened them again. She looked at him, attention focused as his hands started at her neck, caressing lightly. He tickled down her chest, over her stomach, making her
jump. Giggles threatening. Then harder , caressing her breasts, tenderly feeling her. Molding her flesh to his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

She started to moan, the gentle touch assaulting her senses. He moved a hand between her legs, rub lightly at her lips. He watched her face as he slid a finger between the slick lips, pressing his finger
lightly against her clit. She moaned loudly, spreading her legs wider.

He pushed them back together. "Still and quiet."

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Okay," it was a whisper.

He smiled and leaned over kissing her. She reached up, clinging to his lips, while his finger, the only part of him touching her, assaulted her clit gently. Soon she was rocking her hips, and moaning again.

"I don't want you to come. Wait until I tell you."

She nodded, grasping at the floor. He continued making slow circles on her clit. She was gasping, her breath catching in her throat each time she thought about begging to come.

Suddenly he pulled his finger away. She felt her body go jelly as she melted into the floor, relaxing.

"Make me come first. Then you may come. Without your mouth."

She gaped at him. She couldn't use her mouth and she couldn't fuck him, because she would come the instant he was buried inside of her pussy. She put one hand on her ass. It wouldn't be the most pleasant part of the day.

"Lay down please."

He stretched out on the floor, smiling at her. "Hold on," she said, retrieving the lube, from where it was discarded earlier. She used her hands to coat his cock thickly with the lube.

Using her hands she eased his cock into her ass. She bit her lip, going slowly, trying to give her body time to adjust. He grabbed her hips and moved her steadily down until there was no further to go.

She fought the urge to resist his guidance. Then, not letting herself take a moment to get used to the feeling she lifted her body off of him and then slowly back in. He nodded his approval and she kept
going. Soon she was feeling more relaxed, opening to him.

"Faster," he urged. She thrust faster, concentrating on his face. If she lost focus she would get tense again and the discomfort would return.

She watched him carefully, waiting for signs that he was going to come. She thrust harder, faster, caressing his chest with her fingers. He groaned and matched her thrusts, lifting his hips.

She clenched around him a little. She felt him thrust slower, moving stiffly. His face contorted into a grimace as he came into her.

When he had stopped shuddering, she lifted her body off his. Feeling stretched, she sank down on the floor next to him. "Use your fingers."

She panted, spreading her knees to expose her pussy. She stayed on her knees, bending over a little to push three fingers into herself. She thrust them into herself. He murmured encouragement to her, while
she used her fingers to get herself off. With her other hand she pinched her clit, pulling it. She trembled a little.

"May i?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his.

He waited a few beats before nodding. She twisted her clit lightly, spreading her fingers inside her pussy, thrusting them, spreading herself.

She gasped loudly, arching her back and removing her fingers

2006-11-28T12:42:00.000-08:00

The novel is maybe half done. Will I finish it? Maybe. We'll see. Back your regularly scheduled smut.

Black Leather

2006-11-10T07:44:00.000-08:00

She looked like trouble.

Trouble in black leather.

Trouble I wanted to get into.

Trouble that would leave me

Screaming for more.

I am never one to resist

Temptation

Especially when temptation

Has great fashion taste.

This is totally unedited

2006-11-03T07:16:00.000-08:00

But people appear to be reading this page so I wanted to put some new material up, while I'm busy with NaNoWriMo. Althought most aren't staying on the page long ...
So, here is the first sex scene from my NaNo. I will spell check it but otherwise it is completly unedited.

They were both more than little drunk. Their respective dates had made sure they got home safely, after they declined to go for breakfast. They both stood outside their apartment, fumbling with the keys.

Finally they stumbled inside, both shushing the other. “We should go to bed,” Amy said.

“Yes. I’m not a little bit sleepy.”

“Me neither. I’m wired from dancing. I haven’t had that much fun in ages.”

“Me neither. I think the guys were a little upset that we were more interested in dancing with each other then them.”

Amy shrugged with a short laugh. “I think they enjoyed watching us move together. We were on fire.”

They stopped talking and found themselves standing close again. Amy touched Gabi’s hand. “Will you sleep with me?”

Gabi didn’t stop to think about how strange that request was. She nodded. Amy grasped her hand and pulled her to her room. Gabi stood in the doorway and surveyed the room. Previously she had only peeked her head in the room. She and Amy weren’t that close. They had only been living together for 6 months.

The room was done in black and red. The walls were covered with material in those colours, alternating lengths about four feet wide. The bed was covered in a blanket made of the same material. There was a vanity with lights on it in the corner, which was covered in various things, makeup, clothing, shoes and books. The floor was free from clutter. Gabi wondered where Amy kept her clothing. There must be a closet behind the fabric somewhere she decided.

Gabi kicked off her shoes and sighed with the delicious feeling of having her feet on the soft carpet and out of the high heels she had been wearing for far too long. And had done far too much dancing in.

Gabi looked up and realized that Amy was stripping out of the clothes she had wore to the club. She stood in her bra and panties before pulling a long t-shirt over her head.

Gabi didn’t know what to do. Should she sleep in her dress or go to her room and get some night clothes? She was partial to sleeping in her tank top and shorts. Gabi looked at the door and started toward it.

Amy stopped her by crossing the room and touching her Gabi’s waist. Gabi looked at Amy, her heart suddenly pounding. She saw the look of lust in Amy’s eyes and wanted to flee from it. She always thought Amy was beautiful, but she had no sexual interest in women. Did she?

Gabi didn’t have time to ponder the question. Amy had put her arms around Gabi and was pulling at the zipper of her dress. It gave under the gentle tugging of Amy’s slender fingers. Amy smiled and slid the dress off Gabi’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Amy was chewing on her bottom lip as she stepped back and looked at Gabi. Gabi wondered what in the world Amy could be thinking about, while she stood shivering a little under the gaze.

“Cold?” Amy asked.

Gabi shook her head.

“Fear?”

Gabi nodded a little. Amy smoothed Gabi’s hair down. “I’ll go slow.”

Gabi nodded again. She wanted to tell Amy she didn’t like women, that she didn’t know what to do, that she wanted to go to her own bed. But she knew that none of those thoughts were true. She wanted Amy to touch her and she wanted to feel Amy’s softness. She wanted to move into and drink it in.

Amy put her body against Gabi’s, lightly touching from chest to hip. Gabi’s lips parted a little and she half closed her eyes.

Gabi closed her eyes when she felt Amy’s lips brush against hers. When the warmth and softness of them was removed she opened them wide and leaned closer to Amy.

Amy smiled across at Gabi, then pressed their lips together again. Gabi wasn’t sure if the sigh was hers or Amy’s but it was nice anyway. Their bodies melded together as their arms went around each other. Their mouths opened and the kiss deepened. Then it waned a little, Amy giving Gabi time to adjust. Then, when Gabi opened her mouth again Amy delved her tongue inside.

Gabi gasped and tensed. Amy’s soft insist tongue against hers coaxed her into responding. Gabi rubbed her tongue against Amy’s and chasing it into Amy’s mouth when it retreated.

It was Gabi’s hands that made the first move. First, along Amy’s sides, tickling, until Amy was squirming and trying to grab Gabi’s hands. They pulled apart a little, giggling.

Amy interlaced her fingers with Gabi’s. “No tickling. Try a caress.” Amy turned their hands and put Gabi’s hand on her breast. She forced it to close a little, squeezing. Gabi felt the nipple respond to the little touch.

Amy removed her hand and kissed Gabi again. Gabi kept gently squeezing Amy’s breast. Then she rubbed her palm against the hard center. She felt the nipple respond again, through the fabric of Amy’s bra and shirt.

Gabi put her arms around Amy and slide her hands down her back. When she reached Amy’s buttocks she squeezed a little and then lifted the hem of the shirt. Moving her hands up she found the clasp of Amy’s bra and undid it.

Amy sighed a little into Gabi’s mouth as she felt her breasts freed.

Gabi ran her hands back up Amy’s bare back, lifting the shirt as she moved. Amy took a half step back and pulled her shirt off over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then she pushed the straps of her bra down her arms. Gabi wanted the black satin contrast against Amy’s pale skin. Then Amy moved into Gabi again.

“Maybe we should move to the bed,” Gabi panted, as Amy’s mouth hovered over it.

Amy grinned. “You sure you’re nervous about this? I could swear you’ve done this sort of thing before.”

“I’ve done sex and make out before. Just never with a girl. Never with someone so beautiful.” Gabi let her eyes roam Amy’s body. She started blushing as Amy took her hand and pulled her down onto the bed.

“Don’t tell me you are suddenly going to get shy?” Amy said, putting a hand on Gabi’s shoulder.

Gabi laid her head down and watched Amy. Amy shook her head and kissed Gabi. That made Gabi forget to be shy and she let her hands roam lightly around Amy’s back.

Amy undid Gabi’s bra and pulled it off. She tossed it to the floor. With one hand she caressed Gabi’s breast, flicking her thumb over the nipple, listening to the sharp inhale of breath turn to panting. Gabi tentatively caressed Amy’s breast, one in each hand. She was watching her hands closely as she let a finger trail across a nipple. The motion caused Amy to stop moving, to stop playing with Amy. Gabi circled the finger around the nipple.

She looked up at Amy who was staring at Gabi with an open mouth. Then, with a burst of self-confidence, Gabi bent her head and flicked her tongue on the nipple. Amy put her hands on Gabi’s head, worming her fingers into the hair, holding Gabi close to her body.

Gabi sucked the nipple into her mouth. She suckled it sweetly, while swirling her tongue. Her hand on the other nipple, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. Amy was moaning and moving restlessly. Her hands were pulling Gabi’s hair.

Gabi lifted her head with a grin up toward Amy. Then she put her mouth on the other nipple, lavishing the same attention there. When she was done with that she slid further down and kissed Amy’s bare stomach. She planted little kisses along the waist of Amy’s panties.

Amy tried to pull Gabi back up but Gabi shook her head. Instead, Gabi put her hands on Amy’s thighs and pushed them gently apart. Gabi kissed Amy’s crotch through the panties, feeling the wet that had soaked through. Gabi licked at it, tasting her new lover for the first time.

When Gabi lifted her gaze Amy was staring at her. Between pants Amy said, “I thought I’d have to coax you or convince you into my bed. If I had known you were this easy I would have jumped on you the moment you moved in.”

Gabi giggled while she worked her hands into Amy’s panties. She pulled them down slowly. “This is all a little surprising for me. But I’m doing what I feel.”

Gabi was a little surprised to find that Amy’s pussy was completely free of hair. “Brazilian wax,” Amy replied to the look on Gabi’s face.

Gabi nodded slowly. She let her fingers touch the mound. It felt velvety and soft. Nothing like her own pussy which she kept trimmed, but never had dared to go bare herself. With the observation of a scientist, Gabi used her fingers to pull the lips apart.

Amy’s juices coated the lower inner lips. The inner lips were dark and begging. Gabi slid a finger inside, lubricating it with Amy’s juice. She moved her finger slowly up and down the slit, making Amy move impatiently. She touched Amy’s clit with her wet finger, making Amy jump.

Gabi removed her finger. “No, don’t stop,” Amy panted.

Gabi touched Amy’s clit again. It felt big, much bigger then Gabi’s. Gabi rubbed the clit in little circles, stopping frequently to gather more liquid on her finger.

Amy was moaning and lifting her hips. Suddenly she cried out loudly and shuddered several times. Then Amy lay still on the bed, gulping in air.

“Wow,” Gabi said.

“Wow indeed,” Amy replied.

Gabi blushed.

“I want to taste you,” Amy said.

“I want another taste of you as well.”

Amy told Gabi to lay on the bed. She then put her head between Gabi’s legs. She put her feet on either side of Gabi’s head. Gabi lifted her head into Amy’s crotch and inhaled the smell of sex lingering there.

Amy’s tongue was pressed against Gabi’s mound. Gabi sighed, which quickly turned into a moan when Amy’s tongue touched her clit. “You taste good,” Amy announced, lifting her mouth away for a brief moment.

Using her fingers, Gabi spread Amy’s labia. Then she opened her mouth and suckled onto Amy’s clit.

The two women sucked and licked at each other until they were both shaking.

Amy lay down next to Gabi and looked at her. “Have you had one?”

Gabi shook her head. “It’s okay.”

Amy wormed her hand between Gabi’s legs. Gabi closed her eyes with a sigh when Amy pushed two fingers inside of her cunt. Amy thrust them in and out, while she panted in Gabi’s ear. Gabi groaned and arched her hips upward.

As the pressure inside her pussy built Gabi started to thrust her hips up and down. “More, more,” she panted out to Amy.

Amy kissed her softly and slid a third finger into Gabi’s throbbing pussy. Gabi tensed her pussy muscles around Amy’s fingers, at the same time moving her hand down between her legs, touching a finger to her clit.

Gabi was clinging to Amy as she felt herself explode from the inside. Her cunt clenching in waves around Amy’s still thrusting fingers. A final flood of liquid seeping out of her and onto Amy’s fingers.

Smiling at Gabi, Amy pulled her fingers out. She put her fingers to Gabi’s mouth. Gabi opened and sucked the fingers clean.

Not quite a dark corner ...

2006-10-27T12:48:00.000-07:00

Your hand on my knee makes me uncross them. The skirt of my dress edges up and my bare thigh brushes against the table cloth. I feel a little exposed, even knowing that I'm hidden by the table. I pull my dress back down trying to cover myself. I look at our companions across the table. They are talking casually, not noticing my reaction. I cannot remember the topic so I just smile and try to listen.
Your fingers ease under my skirt, pulling it upward again. Your fingers run lightly along my inner thigh and I giggle. I put my hand on your arm in a plea for you to stop. Your hand touches my back and I get a look. It is a reminder to behave. I straighten my back, still watching you.
You smile. It is a worrying smile, the smile of a plan. I turn my attention back to the female on my right, who is talking about a movie she saw last week. Your fingers grab my inner thigh and pinch tight. I nearly jump out of my seat. My head whips around and I give you a sharp look. I want to growl at you, but resist the urge. When I look back around the table there are confused looks. I smile brightly.
I am relieved when the music comes back on and the others leave to dance. You move closer to me. I can smell the alcohol on your breath. It is a light smell because you've only been drinking to be sociable. I can also smell you, and it immediately turns me on. I want to push my lips against yours and taste you.
Your hand pushes my legs further apart. I lean back to watch your face. Your fingers brush against the thin material of my panties. I tilt my hips upward and spread my legs further, letting me have better access to my body.
I take a long drink from my glass. "This is supposed to be a challenge," You say in my ear.
I shiver, staring at the liquid in my glass. "I still have to act like a good girl."
Your answers is to slide a finger under the crotch of my panties. "I love how wet you get in public."
I close my eyes and let the music guide my body's movements.
You wet your fingertip just inside of me. I feel you drag it up my slit and then worm it's way inside my hood to press on my clit.
"Your nipples are showing. You are rocking your hips. I don't think you are being a good girl at all."
I open my eyes and look downward at my chest. I shrug a little, reminding myself not to forgo a bra next time.
You slide your free hand across my chest. Your fingers pinch and twist a nipple, making it stand out more. I cry out in pain and pleasure. My arm lifts towards you.
Your finger is rubbing a small tight circle on my clit. "How much more can you take before you lose it?" Your voice is deep in my ear.
I lean over and look at your growing crotch. I read my hand toward it. "How much can you take?"
You grab my hand before it can touch you, pushing it away. "That is against the rules."
I pout a little and think to reply. Before I can you shove three fingers inside of me. I gasp and grip my glass tightly.
You thrust your fingers a few times into me. I am left limp and panting against the chair.
Just as suddenly as you entered me, you exit. Your fingers, wet, wrap around my upper arm.
"What?" I pant, as you stand up, pulling me to my feet.
I grab my drink, gulping the rest down. I decide that you are taking me home to finish this.
We pass our tablemates as they return from the dance floor. "Going for a dance?" the girl asks. I wish I could remember her name. I wish I knew where we were going.
"We'll be right back," you say.
I turn to you. "Where are we going?"
There is no reply. You are half-dragging me, your long legs able to cover much more distance then mine. I'm in heels, stumbling after you.
We enter a darkened corner of the bar. My pussy starts to throb thinking of the possibilities. I've never had sex in such a public place. The threat of being caught imminent. The threat of being watched much more likely. There is a mixture of fear and excitement in my belly. I press my free hand to my middle, trying to calm myself.
A light looms in front of me and we enter a bathroom. There is no line, but there are men using urinals. They glance at us, and I smile a little. Then you push me into a stall and lock the door behind me.
I am shaking a little. But my nerves cannot stop my pussy from soaking through my panties.
Your hands cover my breast, squeezing and pushing them roughly together. Your fingers pinch my nipples through my dress. I decide maybe not wearing a bra was a good idea, after all.
While you work on my breasts, I raise my skirt and remove my panties. I lean my back against the door.
Your eyes are dark as they meet mine. I feel a surge of fear. I distract myself with grappling with your belt, trying to free your cock. My hands are shaking too much and I just bump in knuckles against you.
You push my hands away and put a hand on my shoulders. I sink to the ground on my knees, under pressure of your hand. Your other hand swiftly undoes your belt and pants, and they drop to the floor.
I look up at you with a smile, having all but forgotten where I am. The desire to please you outweighs my modesty, or what little is left of it. I glance around the stall. I fold my hands in my lap and wait patiently.
I am not left waiting long. Your underwear quickly falls around your ankles.
I waste no time moving into you. I open my mouth wide and engulf your hard cock with my mouth. Your hands grip the sides of my head as I take you deep into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.
You groan and stiffen. I smile at the reaction, and bob my head faster.
My pussy is throbbing. And I hope that you are planning on fucking me, not just getting off in my mouth. The thought is a little satisfying, but my body would still be throbbing. A mixture of frustration and pleasure courses through my body. Stuck in the club, throbbing and unsatisfied. Until we go home and I beg you to fuck me. If I make it home. I might beg you to fuck me in the car, or outside the club.
I sigh and bring my thoughts back to the erection in my mouth.
Your hands have wrapped into my hair and you pull me away. I frown up at you. My frown turns to a whimper when you lift me by my hair. I quickly get my feet under me and stand up in front of you.
You light the skirt around my waist. I breath a sigh of relief, you're going to fuck me.
You put your hands under my butt and lift me a little. Once in position, your cock slides inside of me. I relax more as you fill me up.
I am moaning and panting as you start to thrust into me. I try to bit my bottom lip. I grip your shoulders tightly, a shout announcing my orgasm. I fight to keep my body tense as you start pounding into me. The stall is shaking and I hope it is sturdy.
Your fingers are pinching my butt, your moans in my ear, just for me to hear.
I feel your mouth on my shoulder. A light kiss at first and then I feel teeth. Your body stiffens and the thrusts are shorter. You are no longer holding me up. I drop to the floor and try to get my feet under me. But you collapse against and I am pinned to the door. The cold metal makes me squeal again and I try to push you away.
You stand, pulling your pants back up. I grab my panties and think about getting them back on. But you have already opened the stall door. I stare at the pink material in my hands.
I look at your back which is leaving the bathroom. I drop the panties on the floor and stumble to follow you out.
There is a group of men who are staring at us. They have gathered to listen to me. I am blushing deep red and hurrying toward the darkened club.

Apologies

2006-10-27T10:48:00.000-07:00

I apolgize to anyone reading this for not having more up. I've been busy planning my NaNo novel. Which I will likely post bits and pieces of here from time to time. And I've a good deal of other things going on. I almost have my second story ready to go up.

I also apologize for not spell checking the first story. I'll do better in the future. Somehow I do manage to get through the day.

Depravity

2006-10-23T08:54:00.000-07:00

I grip my glass, hastily. It splashes against the sides, but doesn't spill over. I look back up to you. You are smiling. You are tense, waiting to put your body in motion. But you wait and watch to see what I do.
I slide my right hand along the inside of my thigh. I trail my fingers against my shaved pussy. A light touch, tracing the outline. I am trying to tease you, but it is more likely that I am teasing you.
I push myself to sitting. I finish the rest of my wine in my glass. My other hand is still between my legs.
You get up and kneel beside me. Your fingers brush mine as you take the glass from me. I shiver and smile up at you. You smile back and I look down. I hear the glass clink down onto the table. And then before I can look back up you push me backwards onto the floor.
Shocked, but ready, I start to pull my hand from between my legs. "No," you say sharply. "Are you wet?"
I shake my head. You stare at me until I meet your eyes. Your eyes are dark and I nod.
I relax on the floor and move my legs further apart. Then, sliding my index finger between the lips of my pussy I feel a few drops of moisture begin to gather. I press my finger harder against my body. With my other hand, I press a fingertip against my clit, the dryness scratching a little.
Your hands are on my breasts, massaging them through the thin material of my tanktop. The nipples harden and shrink, like little buds pressing against the material. You hands are warm on my skin as they slide the straps off my shoulders. My shirt meets my skirt in the middle of my body. I am naked to you, still wearing all of my clothing.
I watch as your index finger and thumb grab a nipple and pinch. I moan and twist. I push a finger inside of myself, as I am well lubricated. I tell you so in whispered gasps.
You pull my nipples away from my body. They stretch further then I think possible. And when the pain is exquisite and I am ready to lift myself up off the floor, the nipples slide from your fingers. You repeat the sequence again. First pinching and rolling them between your fingers and then pulling them.
I am moaning. The pain coursing to my pussy. I am dripping from it. I shove two more fingers inside of myself, thrusting them quickly in and out.
My back arches and my body tenses. I let out a scream. The waves of orgasm overcome me. My body convulses from the inside, I can feel it around my fingers still pushed inside my pussy.
I lay on the floor shuddering, suddenly feeling cold. You have removed your hands from me, but are still near. I lift my trembling hands and place my fingers on your lips. I wet your lips with my juices.
You relax backwards against the sofa, watching me. You take a drink from the bottle. When you remove it from you mouth you stare at it for a few moments.
I edge myself up to get another drink and try to figure out what you are planning. There is a smile on your face that worries me. You push me back down and kneel before me. The bottle is between your knees as you forward and put your hands on my knees. You push my legs apart and edge yourself between them to keep them where you place them.
You pick the bottle back up and swirl the liquid inside. I gasp and my body locks up. I want to move away and beg you not to follow through. But I know these actions are pointless, you are going to do it anyway. I want whatever you are going to do to me, the pain and the pleasure.
I watch your face as you drink from the bottle again. You are nearly laughing at me. Instead of running away, as my body tells me I should, I open my legs wider.
I try to relax, staring at the ceiling, focusing on a spot there. The opening of the bottle is cold against my vulva. I tense for a moment. Then you press it slowly inside of me. My body tenses reflexively. I focus on that spot harder and relax again.
You press the bottle deeper. I gasp as the cold glass stretches me. The bottle is quickly warmed by my body and it's fluids. I being to moan as I stretch around the neck.
I start to move my hips, fucking the bottle. You thrust it slightly in and out. You push it deep and then remove it. You take a drink from the bottle. I sit up, hoping for some of the liquid. My mouth is dry from my earlier orgasm. I put on my best begging look as I stare at you.
You press the bottle to my lips and tip it upward. I gulp down the warm liquid, coughing as it burns my throat. A little dribbles down my chin and drips onto my chest. You pull the bottle away and your hand on my chest pushes me downward again.
I lick my lips and taste myself there. I am panting as I move my legs apart. You waste no time pushing the bottle inside of me again. It is hard and unmoving, forcing my body to adjust to it. You use it to fuck me again.
I am begging for more, but you remove the bottle for another drink. "Please fuck me."
You raise your eyebrows.
"Fuck me with the bottle. Fuck me hard."
You smile and drop the bottle between my legs. You push it inside me, this time thrusting it deep in me. You use it to me fuck me, until I am shaking and moaning. I am lifting my hips to meet your thrusts.
You pull the bottle out and press it to my lips. I shake my head, refusing to drink. I am frustrated. I was very close to coming.
You tilt the bottle upward. I open my mouth, trying to catch the wine. I am too late and spills over me. You laugh and take another drink. Your laugh is teasing and makes me swat out at you.
I push myself to sitting and reach for the bottle. I wrap my fingers around it, but you refuse to let go. I continue to pull until you wink at me and let go. I tilt the bottle up, aiming it toward my mouth, but find it is empty and not very enticing.
I feel dizzy, so with a tight grip on the bottle I lay back down. I look up at you, wondering what I should do next and find that you are standing up. You have removed your shirt and are now undoing your belt.
I think about standing but realize I am far too drunk to manage. Instead I press my fingers against my breasts. I massage lightly, feeling the nipples harden.
Your legs press on the inside of mine. You are kneeling between my legs. Your erection is pointing straight towards me. I lift my hips, trying to get my pussy near your cock.
Your fingers grip my nipples with a pinch. You roll them between your fingers roughly. I start to moan and move impotently, begging silently.
I open my eyes and find you are smiling at me while creating a slow torture.
"Please fuck me?" My voice is hoarse and quiet. "What?"
"Fuck me?" It is a question.
"Come on say it." Your voice is loud and commanding.
"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard. And deep. And fast. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." My voice grows louder with each word.
"Sure."
I mumble frustrations to myself, my hips still thrusting toward you.
You adjust yourself so your cock is rubbing against my pussy lips. It teases me for a while, as I grow more frustrated. I try hard not to voice my frustrations, but I cannot help begging silently.
Then you suddenly shove your cock inside of me. And I realize you are as impatient as me, but teasing me and making me beg is often more important than the pleasure of sex. Besides for you, the pleasure will always come. I always want to make you come.
I am moaning. My hands and nails claw at the rug under me.
"You are thrusting deep and hard. But your movements are controlled. "Fuck me faster. Harder. I want to feel you come." I lift my legs and wrap them around you.
I feel your control start to break. You thrust deeper and faster. My back is starting to move against the rug, scraping my skin. Your body presses against mine and I feel the air being squeezed out of my lungs.
I come first, yelling my pleasure. My body becomes limp and I relax downward. I watch you as you fuck me, enjoying the sensations and view. Even the feeling as my back scratches against the rug, I know that I will have a burn there and it will remind me for a week about fucking a wine bottle.
I am a little relieved when I feel your body tense. I feel you shaking a little as you come inside of me. And then you let your body fall beside me. I gasp for air, my body returning to homeostasis. I feel better as I can breathe deeply again. My back aches as I turn over. But I feel like something is missing. I feel like something is missing inside of me.