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.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Sugasm #130
It's been a while since I submitted to Sugasm. <3 you guys.
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 #131? 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.
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Gross Spelling Errors Turn Me Off
“Here are a few other word issues that come up in sex writing that throw me off and drive me crazy.”
L’Artiste
“I want time to sip my whisky, to drink you in as you unveil yourself, as you offer your body to my steady gaze.”
Learning My Limits (Part 1)
“It hurts. It’s gorgeous. ”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
24-Months of AVN Online, $0
Editor’s Choice
The Few, The Proud, The Pornless
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BDSM & Fetish
Catching Up on the Back Story
Cut to the chaste
A date with Lumpo
Damaged Lovers
Desire beyond reason but within bounds
Follow My Rules-Part 1
His Slut
It’s just a through and through
M
Messy Kitchen Figging and Thrashing Video
On fire
Points of Order
The Promise
What a way to start the day!
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Leave It to Beaver
Masturbation Month Is Here!
New At Nuts4chic - Pick Up Lines That Make You Groan
New Jimi Hendrix SEX Tape out Now!!
Rascal Wear Leather Wrist And Ankle Cuffs Review
Sex Toy Review of The Rude Boy For Babeland
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Audrey Bitoni and Angela
Bedroom Radio #14 “Sex 2.0 and Spanking”
Half-Nekkid on Silky Pillow Cases
Half-Nekkid Thursday: Flashing the Neighbors
Pictures ( a bed & 2 guys!)
Sasha Grey (Goddess)
Scarlett Johansson - Fucking Hot Babe in Red
Sex Advice
Putting the “Play” Back into Playing with Yourself
Strap-Ons 101
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Confession
Denial.
Encounter
I want….
A Perfect Ten
Possibly the best, so far
Switch
Tease and Denial are NOT Reciprocal
Under My Thumb
Sex Work
Reality Check: Asshole Clients
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Am I or Aren’t I?
Green eyed monster
The Inevitable
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Part 3
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 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."
Friday, April 04, 2008
Part 2
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.
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.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Found Out
"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 ..."
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 ..."
Monday, February 04, 2008
Slave Scene
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?"
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?"
Monday, January 28, 2008
Smurfs
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.
Hehe. Link to NSFW, or your childhood smurf watching memories. But, we were missing this from the world. And it needed to be shared.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Making Her Beg
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.
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.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sex is ....
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
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
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?
Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Lunch Date
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Holiday Cheer
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
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
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sugasm #107
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
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
Monday, November 19, 2007
Over the tub
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.
"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.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
NaNoWriMo Exerpt #2
"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."
"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."
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sugasm #105
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
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
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