You built an incredible fire. We tubbied but the tub was small and ducky just teased.
When you come out, you take over the pillows laid in front of the fire. I touch your back, stroking you slowly and then massage it more deeply. I massage your legs and feet too. I want to be touched but there is nothing there but your desire.
Now, you lay back with your hands behind your head, face up, resting easy. I play with your nipples, the rings, pulling and sucking, hearing the metal against my teeth. It gets me wet. I touch you slowly and you take it in without ever changing your expression. I can feel your sex moisten slightly but that is the only sign that you feel anything. I finger your hole very gently, caressing the lips, the inner entrance, and your clit. You let out the slightest of moans. I keep going for a while but my frustration is peaking. Your non-responsiveness makes me crazy as I sit there dripping wet just from touching your pretty sex.
I lay back and then I feel you masturbating. I can't see and I sit up and watch you. I lay down and half heartedly touch myself. I want to see you come. I touch your nipples, and now stroke the entrance to your little brown hole wishing I could just rim your ass with my tongue right now. You are moist and I think would love to be fucked. Should have strapped on before I started massaging you.
You come quick (like a 13 year old boy is how you put it). I try to touch myself but find it unappealing. I want your hands on me. I need touch.
The fire feels good and I lay there for a while. I get up now and then to prepare the bedroom. I want to be skin to skin. I am hopeful for more. Yet this is it. Nothing more to write.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
waiting
I am bound by her arms. They are not near me, around me. I am bound in anticipation. I wait for what seems like an eternity. I want to touch, kiss, fondle, tease, fuck.
Give me water with you, and fire.
The weekend seems so far and there is doubt. I want to let it go. Give me reason again. Give me heart.
See me darling bent over, wanting. See me darling, fucking you on the couch without asking for anything in return. See me on top. Look at the photo on your phone.
Feel my fingers touching your back, the lines of your shoulders, arms, legs, the arch of your foot.
More than this? Who could ask for more?
Give me water with you, and fire.
The weekend seems so far and there is doubt. I want to let it go. Give me reason again. Give me heart.
See me darling bent over, wanting. See me darling, fucking you on the couch without asking for anything in return. See me on top. Look at the photo on your phone.
Feel my fingers touching your back, the lines of your shoulders, arms, legs, the arch of your foot.
More than this? Who could ask for more?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
whore
She calls me at work. I love having sex at work. We chit chat. She tells me she has work to do. "You are going to hang up and look at my naughty blog and masturbate," I say. I am wet. I suggest I close the door.
She knows what I want to hear. Her kneeling between my legs. Under my desk. Licking my pussy. My clit under her tongue. Up on my desk, legs up, being fucked by her. My tits bouncing out of my white shirt, my pink nipples taut. I am so loud. The boss unlocks the door and steps in. He closes the door. Aroused. I hear him unzip and then feel the tip of his cock on my lips. I lean my head back and feel his balls on my tongue. My pussy is swollen and I can hear that sound, sssslpp, sssslpp, ssslpp. She hits my spots and I am bucking. She pushes my hips down and plays with my nipples. His cock enters my mouth and I suck. He pushes and I gag slightly and he now he fucks my mouth slow while she pushes faster, harder. I see her nipples tighten and know she will cum soon. The cock in my mouth swells. I want her pussy. I gasp and that sound brings her closer. The egg in her vulva vibrates. She tells me that I am a whore and I suck hard now on that cock to show her that she is right. His cum shoots in my throat and fills my mouth and she can see it on my lips. She grabs my clit and I am throbbing, she fingers my asshole and feels me tighten and pulse. She cums hard now, rocking me and I want her in my mouth to lick her cum.
I want to please her. Whore, girl, domina, slut, lover. She brings me bliss.
She knows what I want to hear. Her kneeling between my legs. Under my desk. Licking my pussy. My clit under her tongue. Up on my desk, legs up, being fucked by her. My tits bouncing out of my white shirt, my pink nipples taut. I am so loud. The boss unlocks the door and steps in. He closes the door. Aroused. I hear him unzip and then feel the tip of his cock on my lips. I lean my head back and feel his balls on my tongue. My pussy is swollen and I can hear that sound, sssslpp, sssslpp, ssslpp. She hits my spots and I am bucking. She pushes my hips down and plays with my nipples. His cock enters my mouth and I suck. He pushes and I gag slightly and he now he fucks my mouth slow while she pushes faster, harder. I see her nipples tighten and know she will cum soon. The cock in my mouth swells. I want her pussy. I gasp and that sound brings her closer. The egg in her vulva vibrates. She tells me that I am a whore and I suck hard now on that cock to show her that she is right. His cum shoots in my throat and fills my mouth and she can see it on my lips. She grabs my clit and I am throbbing, she fingers my asshole and feels me tighten and pulse. She cums hard now, rocking me and I want her in my mouth to lick her cum.
I want to please her. Whore, girl, domina, slut, lover. She brings me bliss.
desire
It's like my body is hypersensitive when she is near. The very thought of her makes me slightly tingly. If I close my eyes and think of her breasts, her back, her hands, her sex, my sex starts to swell.
I was like that all day sunday. Lying in the sun next to her and my fingertips on her skin made my own skin tingle.
We get to my place in time for the light show. The white sheets against her sweet honey skin make me yearn more. The sun glows as it sinks. I massage her with oil and bring my rope out. I am never sure what I want to do. I bring the longest one out. I bind her wrists into cuffs and with two longer pieces dangling, I loop each one around the feet and tie it off. As she tenses, the rope will become more taut.
I admire my work. I photograph it. I like to bind the feet especially. I haven't experimented too much with her in this regard as she likes her hands bound overhead, or her arms bound behind her. I look at her and masturbate. I sit in front of her in the arm chair, my legs spread, my fingers on my clit. She can hear the slight sound of my wet hole contracting.
I want to make her cum. I find her mini vibrator...the pocket rocket. I push between her thighs and feel fo her sex with my fingers, and stroke and then find her clit. She guides me with her voice and I angle the vibrator directly on her sweet button. She can barely move. Her legs come up behind me and she is moaning. I touch her back with my fingers and trace the lines along her legs. I push slightly against her clit with the toy and I feel her sex jump and tighten. She shudders and her moan is more gutteral. I can feel the throbbing between her legs now. I don't want it to stop but she moans no more. I know that feeling Miss J. You do it to me.
I was like that all day sunday. Lying in the sun next to her and my fingertips on her skin made my own skin tingle.
We get to my place in time for the light show. The white sheets against her sweet honey skin make me yearn more. The sun glows as it sinks. I massage her with oil and bring my rope out. I am never sure what I want to do. I bring the longest one out. I bind her wrists into cuffs and with two longer pieces dangling, I loop each one around the feet and tie it off. As she tenses, the rope will become more taut.
I admire my work. I photograph it. I like to bind the feet especially. I haven't experimented too much with her in this regard as she likes her hands bound overhead, or her arms bound behind her. I look at her and masturbate. I sit in front of her in the arm chair, my legs spread, my fingers on my clit. She can hear the slight sound of my wet hole contracting.
I want to make her cum. I find her mini vibrator...the pocket rocket. I push between her thighs and feel fo her sex with my fingers, and stroke and then find her clit. She guides me with her voice and I angle the vibrator directly on her sweet button. She can barely move. Her legs come up behind me and she is moaning. I touch her back with my fingers and trace the lines along her legs. I push slightly against her clit with the toy and I feel her sex jump and tighten. She shudders and her moan is more gutteral. I can feel the throbbing between her legs now. I don't want it to stop but she moans no more. I know that feeling Miss J. You do it to me.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
leading/leaning
I don't know how a simple hot tubby ends up becoming three hours of smoothing, touching, grooming, washing, talking, massaging, but it does. The care of each other bonds and creates intimacy. The private boundaries fall away. My feet are in her hands and my head follows. I feel guided. Warm, soft, strong hands washing, massaging, caressing. I am sinking into this warmth and held in her strength. Her natural talents. Leading. Directing.
Her honey skin beckons. The light in her eye calls for playtime. "So what did you buy?" A simple leading question. The hosiery. The thigh high silky stockings with lace trim are chosen. She helps me fasten the corset and I put on the hosiery. She makes some adjustments and asks me to turn in the universal sign language for turn around. I stand and obey and feel naughty and slutty. Where is the boy inside me? Fleeing fast. I revel now in my girlyness. I confess I didn't pack my heels and she is up and comes back with boots, stiletto heels. She zips them up and I love how they feel. I strut and she chides slightly, "you are not getting any tips dancing like that." I work a bit harder.
I am just getting into the dance and she asks me to bring one item from the umbrella stand. I bring three. I want ALL OF THEM. The cane with its silver tips, a strong birch for the punishment and those cold tips against my warmed skin. I want the crop with its mini flogger that stings and tingles. I want the new boar bristled hairbrush while I am over her knee, intimate and close.
"Choose one." I opt for the crop. "Bend over." I move forward slightly from where she is sitting on the couch and bend down, reaching for my ankles, my legs slightly spread. She pushes me forward slightly and I stretch further down my legs...holding the soft suede leather of these boots and feeling how difficult it will become to hold this position once the crop starts to burn. The crop strikes once and I cry out mostly from the edge of anticipation. She strikes me again in succession a few times and I feel the sting. She touches my ass. I look back and she directs my face forward with the tip of the crop. I think she strikes me hard twice and then again in succession just slightly softer three or four times. I teeter slightly as my knees quiver. I feel her power and my sex starts to moisten. She positions the small square ottoman in front of me and leans me over it. "Show me your ass," she says and I happily lift it, climbing onto 16 inch square like a circus act. I am praised. "That's it. Nice." Her voice is starting to drop and I know she is aroused.
Downward strokes in succession feel as if my skin is burning. Hard stinging strokes to my hips, upper buttocks bring heated cries. She lets me breathe. Reminds me to lift my ass to her. My hips rise as she meets it with more stinging blows. My head sinks down and I raise my cheeks higher to meet her. Each pause raises my threshold as the endorphins start to rise. I want her touch too. I want to feel the heat of my wounds on her hands. She hesitates to strike and strokes my skin slowly with the tendrils of the crop. I tingle and twitch. My sex is moist. "Say yes." I do. I want more. Stroke me. Hard stinging blows. One.....pause...two, three, four...five, six....seven and I beg for relief, pounding the sides of that ridicuously small piece of furniture that I am balanced upon. I will not frank. "johnny" escapes my lips almost breathless and she does not let up. There is the slightest pause as if she heard me and then two quick hard strike against my cheeks. I feel her cock now between my legs and one slight push and she is in. I move back toward her and she holds me still, fucking my sex hard, pounding at once. The slap slap slap and I am writhing. My sex swells even further and I want it all. I want the crop again and her cock and I want to touch her honey skin. My head is swimming. I feel the rush and I put my hands against the floor to hold my body up while she pushes into me harder and harder. My legs start to feel the pressure and my knee gives out and I beg to turn over. She guides my head to her cock and I swoon. Greedy pig wraps her mouth around the dildo and slides down the shaft. The push from my mistress into my mouth again and again and I gasp. I take her in my hands and slurp down sucking. I lay back on the ottoman and she stands over my mouth, guiding her cock into my mouth, deep, deeper, gasping now. Again. Again. Now my legs are spread and she plunges again. I buck and then she flips me and I ride her bouncing with the tips of toes tapping the floor and then she is pushing me up and down....I clench my cunt and feel her movements. I think I'm ready to cum and she flips me again. "Show me your ass," is all she has to say and I get into position, on my knees, shoulders low, and my hands down, ready to be fucked. My sex is dripping and I think I'm going to squirt when I do cum. She hands me the vibrator and in two minutes I'm pulsing, throbbing, and then more splooshing and I want more and as she yanks at my hair, grabs my hips, pulls at my tits, I feel the wave rise again and a surge of pulsating energy and I am throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, I keep going, pulsing, throbbing and I think this must end but I'm still open and then I feel my sex tighten, and the deep throbbing goes on and on. I am giggling and smiling and panting. I want her more now. I want her between my legs, in my mouth, under my skin.
The camera has captured us. I feel taken. Lead into my role.
Her honey skin beckons. The light in her eye calls for playtime. "So what did you buy?" A simple leading question. The hosiery. The thigh high silky stockings with lace trim are chosen. She helps me fasten the corset and I put on the hosiery. She makes some adjustments and asks me to turn in the universal sign language for turn around. I stand and obey and feel naughty and slutty. Where is the boy inside me? Fleeing fast. I revel now in my girlyness. I confess I didn't pack my heels and she is up and comes back with boots, stiletto heels. She zips them up and I love how they feel. I strut and she chides slightly, "you are not getting any tips dancing like that." I work a bit harder.
I am just getting into the dance and she asks me to bring one item from the umbrella stand. I bring three. I want ALL OF THEM. The cane with its silver tips, a strong birch for the punishment and those cold tips against my warmed skin. I want the crop with its mini flogger that stings and tingles. I want the new boar bristled hairbrush while I am over her knee, intimate and close.
"Choose one." I opt for the crop. "Bend over." I move forward slightly from where she is sitting on the couch and bend down, reaching for my ankles, my legs slightly spread. She pushes me forward slightly and I stretch further down my legs...holding the soft suede leather of these boots and feeling how difficult it will become to hold this position once the crop starts to burn. The crop strikes once and I cry out mostly from the edge of anticipation. She strikes me again in succession a few times and I feel the sting. She touches my ass. I look back and she directs my face forward with the tip of the crop. I think she strikes me hard twice and then again in succession just slightly softer three or four times. I teeter slightly as my knees quiver. I feel her power and my sex starts to moisten. She positions the small square ottoman in front of me and leans me over it. "Show me your ass," she says and I happily lift it, climbing onto 16 inch square like a circus act. I am praised. "That's it. Nice." Her voice is starting to drop and I know she is aroused.
Downward strokes in succession feel as if my skin is burning. Hard stinging strokes to my hips, upper buttocks bring heated cries. She lets me breathe. Reminds me to lift my ass to her. My hips rise as she meets it with more stinging blows. My head sinks down and I raise my cheeks higher to meet her. Each pause raises my threshold as the endorphins start to rise. I want her touch too. I want to feel the heat of my wounds on her hands. She hesitates to strike and strokes my skin slowly with the tendrils of the crop. I tingle and twitch. My sex is moist. "Say yes." I do. I want more. Stroke me. Hard stinging blows. One.....pause...two, three, four...five, six....seven and I beg for relief, pounding the sides of that ridicuously small piece of furniture that I am balanced upon. I will not frank. "johnny" escapes my lips almost breathless and she does not let up. There is the slightest pause as if she heard me and then two quick hard strike against my cheeks. I feel her cock now between my legs and one slight push and she is in. I move back toward her and she holds me still, fucking my sex hard, pounding at once. The slap slap slap and I am writhing. My sex swells even further and I want it all. I want the crop again and her cock and I want to touch her honey skin. My head is swimming. I feel the rush and I put my hands against the floor to hold my body up while she pushes into me harder and harder. My legs start to feel the pressure and my knee gives out and I beg to turn over. She guides my head to her cock and I swoon. Greedy pig wraps her mouth around the dildo and slides down the shaft. The push from my mistress into my mouth again and again and I gasp. I take her in my hands and slurp down sucking. I lay back on the ottoman and she stands over my mouth, guiding her cock into my mouth, deep, deeper, gasping now. Again. Again. Now my legs are spread and she plunges again. I buck and then she flips me and I ride her bouncing with the tips of toes tapping the floor and then she is pushing me up and down....I clench my cunt and feel her movements. I think I'm ready to cum and she flips me again. "Show me your ass," is all she has to say and I get into position, on my knees, shoulders low, and my hands down, ready to be fucked. My sex is dripping and I think I'm going to squirt when I do cum. She hands me the vibrator and in two minutes I'm pulsing, throbbing, and then more splooshing and I want more and as she yanks at my hair, grabs my hips, pulls at my tits, I feel the wave rise again and a surge of pulsating energy and I am throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, I keep going, pulsing, throbbing and I think this must end but I'm still open and then I feel my sex tighten, and the deep throbbing goes on and on. I am giggling and smiling and panting. I want her more now. I want her between my legs, in my mouth, under my skin.
The camera has captured us. I feel taken. Lead into my role.
Friday, April 3, 2009
caning
You tell me you've never done this before. Yet when I turn my head to look at you, I see you wielding the cold metal tip of the cane, using it to position me where you want me, to turn around and keep my ass up toward your hands. I feel taken and yet still in control.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. It gets faster and then the force of the cane bears down on my cheeks. It stings and thuds all at once and I flinch lowering my ass down and squeezing my buttocks inward, and then I feel a more forceful stroke and I almost frank but you let me recover and I lift my ass back up toward you.
You prepare me for more and stroke my back with the tip of the cane. You switch instruments and I feel the brush of your mini whip/crop. The fronds of leather on my back being slowly drawn down the length of me are enough to make my sex completely wet. The sting of the whip awakens me. My head is here, now. Nothing else enters. I breathe in the whipping. You stop momentarily and then I feel it again, the tap, tap, tap and the sound is pushing my edges. I hold my position and brace for the next strokes of the stiff cane and I am rewarded in my knowledge.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. It gets faster and then the force of the cane bears down on my cheeks. It stings and thuds all at once and I flinch lowering my ass down and squeezing my buttocks inward, and then I feel a more forceful stroke and I almost frank but you let me recover and I lift my ass back up toward you.
You prepare me for more and stroke my back with the tip of the cane. You switch instruments and I feel the brush of your mini whip/crop. The fronds of leather on my back being slowly drawn down the length of me are enough to make my sex completely wet. The sting of the whip awakens me. My head is here, now. Nothing else enters. I breathe in the whipping. You stop momentarily and then I feel it again, the tap, tap, tap and the sound is pushing my edges. I hold my position and brace for the next strokes of the stiff cane and I am rewarded in my knowledge.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
desire to please
She gets me wound up. She texts telling me that she is sunning herself with her top down, her long back exposed and I want to climb on top...stroke her.
I anticipate her arrival and my sex moistens. I want to take her and be taken. I long to see her bound. Feel her sex open. Watch her breasts rise and her nipples tighten. I want to see that look on her face when she needs the release. i want to give it to her, sucking her big pussy and feeling her clit jump on my tongue. I want to push my own sex into hers and cum on her, squirting.
Craving the quiet time between us in the tubbie or in the sun room touching, talking.
Hold me now Miss J and let me feel your body. I want to be your wanton slut/top/bottom/sweet girl. Climbing on top of your cock and riding you hard. Reaching up your skirt to fondle your ass. Letting you feel my tits in public. Burying my face in yours. Feeling your hand on the back of my neck guiding me. Shining your boots. Massaging your back. Taking care of your skillful hands. Being fed by you. Feeding you. Dancing for you in private, in public. Strapping you in a sling for use. Feeling your sweet breath and hot tongue on my sex. Finding the right gifts for you.
You deserve so much. I desire so much and just want to get it right. I want to please you.
I anticipate her arrival and my sex moistens. I want to take her and be taken. I long to see her bound. Feel her sex open. Watch her breasts rise and her nipples tighten. I want to see that look on her face when she needs the release. i want to give it to her, sucking her big pussy and feeling her clit jump on my tongue. I want to push my own sex into hers and cum on her, squirting.
Craving the quiet time between us in the tubbie or in the sun room touching, talking.
Hold me now Miss J and let me feel your body. I want to be your wanton slut/top/bottom/sweet girl. Climbing on top of your cock and riding you hard. Reaching up your skirt to fondle your ass. Letting you feel my tits in public. Burying my face in yours. Feeling your hand on the back of my neck guiding me. Shining your boots. Massaging your back. Taking care of your skillful hands. Being fed by you. Feeding you. Dancing for you in private, in public. Strapping you in a sling for use. Feeling your sweet breath and hot tongue on my sex. Finding the right gifts for you.
You deserve so much. I desire so much and just want to get it right. I want to please you.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
soft spots
For some reason, Miss J, you've entered my soft zone. I feel bad when I'm cross or harsh with you and I let things slide away like soft rain on leaves whenever I think of you.
I loved seeing you the other night spontaneously and felt soft wearing your shirt all day.
I am thinking of you now Miss J as you have to see your mom in a way that is difficult and requires your strength and humor and that I know will not only see your mom and dad through but ease everyone around you.
Kisses for such a beautiful heart. I wish I could be there to hold you tight, to rub your forehead and softly touch your skin until you fell a slumber, feeling safe and warm.
I loved seeing you the other night spontaneously and felt soft wearing your shirt all day.
I am thinking of you now Miss J as you have to see your mom in a way that is difficult and requires your strength and humor and that I know will not only see your mom and dad through but ease everyone around you.
Kisses for such a beautiful heart. I wish I could be there to hold you tight, to rub your forehead and softly touch your skin until you fell a slumber, feeling safe and warm.
Monday, March 23, 2009
sharing and starving
I was missing her as the sun started sinking. From my window on the 7th floor, I can see the Verazzano and the sun make its descent west. I leave the windows uncovered to watch the colors change and let the sun warm the room. Miss J called just in time to turn into the BQE and catch the lights, to bring her own softness and light to my room.
My heart was happy to see her, and light from having time with friends, and time alone. I wanted to hold her for the sunset and bring her joy. She seemed worried. We drank guinness and whiskey, held each other warmly, talked. I missed her skin, her lips. I wanted to drink them in.
We eat a bit of something and I fill the tub. Warm water, suds, baby oil, candles. The whiskey flows. I hold her, she holds me. We are face to face and touching. She is still furrowed brow and fidgeted hands. I rarely see her this way. I am at a loss. I bring her smoke and she settles for a bit, happy to let me touch her legs, feet, kissing them, stroking them, tracing their seamless seams. I reach for her sex, she is still at the wall, crossed but she needs this. I will not stop. She gets cross if I slow up the rhythm, her eyes narrowing. I want to give her this release so very much. She says don't stop and I reach deeper into her and she moans. I am not sure if she has reached climax...perhaps the water has masked the ebb I usually feel when she reaches this place. The opening of her that I usually feel didn't happen and I fret. I try not to so that she can relax. I want her. It has been almost a week without her and I am about to explode. It does not matter if anyone else has touched me. I want her touch, her hands, her kiss that reaches my inner senses, and rocks me, reels me into her.
She eats leftovers, olives, cheese, fruit. She takes her towel and lays it on the cushions and then wraps the blanket around her and lays down. I am still wanting. I reach for the oil and rub her back, shoulders. I put on music. I am at a loss. I go get books, the porn. I light a candle and read to her. Her breath falls and she is asleep. I go to the couch and read to myself. I am going to bed now. I ask her if she wants to join me and she says soon, go ahead. I go and set up my lamp to read the passages I love most. My sex moistens and my heat rises. I want her so much to touch me. I finger myself and touch my clit. I am getting heated but something is missing. I reach for the black dildo and fuck my wet cunt. I gasp and shove and push and pull and fuck myself, plunging the short thick cock in and out, leaving it there, reading and then putting the book down and my clit is swollen and I am about to cum and I shudder and throb and throb and throb. This orgasm goes on and on. It is one the longest I can remember recently. I've cum multiple times in short spans but this is intense. I am tempted to have another go but get up and wash and come back to bed to just caress and hold and try to sleep, to let go of her and give her room.
I care for her despite my selfish desire. I hold her and fall to sleep but the night is fitful and we tussle. I pull the covers, I toss, she tosses and pulls away and I do too. At one point, I am in pain and get up. I come back and only think of some way to just let go. I lay and touch softly until sleep comes back to me. Finally, as I see the dawn starting to break, I snuggle in and sleep closely until I hear the alarm. I am starving. Coffee, bacon, fruit, eggs, toasted muffins, fingertips, kisses, touch upon touch.
My heart was happy to see her, and light from having time with friends, and time alone. I wanted to hold her for the sunset and bring her joy. She seemed worried. We drank guinness and whiskey, held each other warmly, talked. I missed her skin, her lips. I wanted to drink them in.
We eat a bit of something and I fill the tub. Warm water, suds, baby oil, candles. The whiskey flows. I hold her, she holds me. We are face to face and touching. She is still furrowed brow and fidgeted hands. I rarely see her this way. I am at a loss. I bring her smoke and she settles for a bit, happy to let me touch her legs, feet, kissing them, stroking them, tracing their seamless seams. I reach for her sex, she is still at the wall, crossed but she needs this. I will not stop. She gets cross if I slow up the rhythm, her eyes narrowing. I want to give her this release so very much. She says don't stop and I reach deeper into her and she moans. I am not sure if she has reached climax...perhaps the water has masked the ebb I usually feel when she reaches this place. The opening of her that I usually feel didn't happen and I fret. I try not to so that she can relax. I want her. It has been almost a week without her and I am about to explode. It does not matter if anyone else has touched me. I want her touch, her hands, her kiss that reaches my inner senses, and rocks me, reels me into her.
She eats leftovers, olives, cheese, fruit. She takes her towel and lays it on the cushions and then wraps the blanket around her and lays down. I am still wanting. I reach for the oil and rub her back, shoulders. I put on music. I am at a loss. I go get books, the porn. I light a candle and read to her. Her breath falls and she is asleep. I go to the couch and read to myself. I am going to bed now. I ask her if she wants to join me and she says soon, go ahead. I go and set up my lamp to read the passages I love most. My sex moistens and my heat rises. I want her so much to touch me. I finger myself and touch my clit. I am getting heated but something is missing. I reach for the black dildo and fuck my wet cunt. I gasp and shove and push and pull and fuck myself, plunging the short thick cock in and out, leaving it there, reading and then putting the book down and my clit is swollen and I am about to cum and I shudder and throb and throb and throb. This orgasm goes on and on. It is one the longest I can remember recently. I've cum multiple times in short spans but this is intense. I am tempted to have another go but get up and wash and come back to bed to just caress and hold and try to sleep, to let go of her and give her room.
I care for her despite my selfish desire. I hold her and fall to sleep but the night is fitful and we tussle. I pull the covers, I toss, she tosses and pulls away and I do too. At one point, I am in pain and get up. I come back and only think of some way to just let go. I lay and touch softly until sleep comes back to me. Finally, as I see the dawn starting to break, I snuggle in and sleep closely until I hear the alarm. I am starving. Coffee, bacon, fruit, eggs, toasted muffins, fingertips, kisses, touch upon touch.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
missing and grateful
Missing today...more kisses..more monkey time....time for rope and sunsets and tubbies.
I am spoiled by the time we've had. I am spoiled by the strength of you and the art of you. I have been drenched by your sexuality.
Let's go walking in the woods, then lay in the sun until the stars come out and fall into each other with deep kisses, and lustful touch.
I want to climb into this coaster car again and again.
Grateful today for flowers, the gentle caress, time, consideration.
Thinking of your face as I fuck you, I don't want to stop baby...watching your sex open and feeling the swell of you. I can actually feel the throbbing of it when you cum. So delicious.
Grateful to feel such longing.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
cowboys and kilts
You brought presents back and I am trying hard to slow down but I have one for you and am eager to share it. It's not a surprise like your gifts but I am so excited and you tease me by letting it sit there, feeding me sausages, cheese. I finally get you to open it. A kilt for St. Patty's Day and I am anxious to see you in it. The belt captures your attention. It is over two inches wide and has a large nickel buckle with celtic knots surrounding it and embossed celtic patterns on the leather. The tartan pattern is called NightStalker and when I tell you this, you laugh. I am so happy to have you again in my arms. Sleeping, touching, holding. Your skin inspires me.
My leg prevents me from doing all the things I want to do...the tubby...soon we can slip into the bath again...
The rope slips around your wrists so delicate, and I am careful to tie the loop off - not too loose- not too tight. I wrap the rope around them slowly, and between your hands to cuff them until the rope has a small lead. I want to keep you bound as long as possible while I fuck you and fondle you. I want you tied to the bed and I loop another rope through the ends and keep your hands far from where you can reach me or your sex. I want to pleasure you. I want my hands, my lips, my cock, to reach inside you and make you moan.
I use a new phallus...it curves and reaches deeper inside you. I watch the purple head disappear and open your sex. I thrust slowly at first and then faster and harder, and reach for little fuckhole with my other hand, and you open up so easy, so eager to have both holes fucked. My own sex is yearning and opening as I fuck you. I make you wait now for a moment, switching up hands and fingers, and then I reach for your clit with my thumb, rotating on the bit of you slowly, circling you and pushing and sliding. Your sex is so slippery now and your hands pull at the rope and your breasts are swaying. I won't stop baby. I keep going fucking your cunt and telling you what a pretty girl you are and how fuck hungry you are and your clit swells, I feel your sex open and I know you need just a little push now to climax and I make the motion tighter, harder on your sweet clit until I feel you pull at my cock and I know. Your voice is deeper and your breath so hard and your moan is strong. I love this moment and want it to last and last.
I am so rewarded by you every time I think that this pleasure can't be jacked up any more. You bring me strawberries, melon, grapes, juice and feed me with your fingers, your mouth. My sex is warm. I want you in my mouth, in my hands, close to my skin.
My eyes are shut and your black thong is my blindfold. You give me a strawberry to hold and it helps me relax. I focus on touching the bumps and smooth parts of the fruit. I want to touch you and you tell me to keep my hands away. I feel your finger at my anus and the push....no.. I am way too tight. Thank you is in my head for your recognition of my anxiety. I hear the buckles of the harness and my sex drips. You touch my sex first with your fingers and I am writhing, squirming and trying to lay still. I clutch the edge of my bed, grasp at the sheets and I want more. I hear you taking pictures and I am slightly embarrassed. You tell me to slide closer to you and I am at the edge now and anticipate your entry. You push into my sex with your cock and at once, I feel impaled. You pull out and then slowly fuck me until I am pushing back and then you pound. In and out, and I am in a frenzy soon. You hit my spots over and over and I am all sploosh.
You tell me to take off the blindfold and I see you, my legs up over your shoulder, my cowboy hat on you, your sexy hair cascading down, and that belt around you. Your smile is enough to push me further. You tell me to grab hold of the belt and I pull you deeper, closer. I am screaming and moaning. You ask me to take a picture of you. Your cock finds me again and I am bucking. I want more and can't even remember how to ask for that. You take the camera are shooting away. I want to explode and reach for my clit as you lift me slightly and your cock is sliding perfectly along the ridge of my vagina. I am going to cum and just want this wave to last and last.
Come see me again cowboy and I'll give you more.
My leg prevents me from doing all the things I want to do...the tubby...soon we can slip into the bath again...
The rope slips around your wrists so delicate, and I am careful to tie the loop off - not too loose- not too tight. I wrap the rope around them slowly, and between your hands to cuff them until the rope has a small lead. I want to keep you bound as long as possible while I fuck you and fondle you. I want you tied to the bed and I loop another rope through the ends and keep your hands far from where you can reach me or your sex. I want to pleasure you. I want my hands, my lips, my cock, to reach inside you and make you moan.
I use a new phallus...it curves and reaches deeper inside you. I watch the purple head disappear and open your sex. I thrust slowly at first and then faster and harder, and reach for little fuckhole with my other hand, and you open up so easy, so eager to have both holes fucked. My own sex is yearning and opening as I fuck you. I make you wait now for a moment, switching up hands and fingers, and then I reach for your clit with my thumb, rotating on the bit of you slowly, circling you and pushing and sliding. Your sex is so slippery now and your hands pull at the rope and your breasts are swaying. I won't stop baby. I keep going fucking your cunt and telling you what a pretty girl you are and how fuck hungry you are and your clit swells, I feel your sex open and I know you need just a little push now to climax and I make the motion tighter, harder on your sweet clit until I feel you pull at my cock and I know. Your voice is deeper and your breath so hard and your moan is strong. I love this moment and want it to last and last.
I am so rewarded by you every time I think that this pleasure can't be jacked up any more. You bring me strawberries, melon, grapes, juice and feed me with your fingers, your mouth. My sex is warm. I want you in my mouth, in my hands, close to my skin.
My eyes are shut and your black thong is my blindfold. You give me a strawberry to hold and it helps me relax. I focus on touching the bumps and smooth parts of the fruit. I want to touch you and you tell me to keep my hands away. I feel your finger at my anus and the push....no.. I am way too tight. Thank you is in my head for your recognition of my anxiety. I hear the buckles of the harness and my sex drips. You touch my sex first with your fingers and I am writhing, squirming and trying to lay still. I clutch the edge of my bed, grasp at the sheets and I want more. I hear you taking pictures and I am slightly embarrassed. You tell me to slide closer to you and I am at the edge now and anticipate your entry. You push into my sex with your cock and at once, I feel impaled. You pull out and then slowly fuck me until I am pushing back and then you pound. In and out, and I am in a frenzy soon. You hit my spots over and over and I am all sploosh.
You tell me to take off the blindfold and I see you, my legs up over your shoulder, my cowboy hat on you, your sexy hair cascading down, and that belt around you. Your smile is enough to push me further. You tell me to grab hold of the belt and I pull you deeper, closer. I am screaming and moaning. You ask me to take a picture of you. Your cock finds me again and I am bucking. I want more and can't even remember how to ask for that. You take the camera are shooting away. I want to explode and reach for my clit as you lift me slightly and your cock is sliding perfectly along the ridge of my vagina. I am going to cum and just want this wave to last and last.
Come see me again cowboy and I'll give you more.
Friday, March 13, 2009
anticipation
I can barely contain myself waiting for you. I've had company and more company but none of them are you. I wake and miss the grind. I can't sleep. I am aching and eager to hear your voice and feel your body next to mine.
The pics I posted are just pieces of my fantasies. I long for you to suck at my little girl sex. Your tongue on me in the living room made me jump from my exterior and climb deeper inside you. Your whispering words telling me that I was a good girl fed my dark dreams.
I desire to pleasure you and keep you wanting more. Tie you to the chair and tease your breasts, your cunt, your lips until you beg to be untied. You want your toys...I will administer more pleasure with my mouth, my hands, another girl, and another, then perhaps some delicious vibration until you have no choice but to cum with my tits in your mouth, my ass in your lap.
Darker darling. When I untie you, show me your satisfaction; pull me over your lap and spank me; pull my hair; tell me I am your favorite toy. Fuck me hard baby. I want everything you can give. The ride is just beginning.
Please come to me straight-a-way. I want to feel your strength again, and hear you whisper more of my dreams.
The pics I posted are just pieces of my fantasies. I long for you to suck at my little girl sex. Your tongue on me in the living room made me jump from my exterior and climb deeper inside you. Your whispering words telling me that I was a good girl fed my dark dreams.
I desire to pleasure you and keep you wanting more. Tie you to the chair and tease your breasts, your cunt, your lips until you beg to be untied. You want your toys...I will administer more pleasure with my mouth, my hands, another girl, and another, then perhaps some delicious vibration until you have no choice but to cum with my tits in your mouth, my ass in your lap.
Darker darling. When I untie you, show me your satisfaction; pull me over your lap and spank me; pull my hair; tell me I am your favorite toy. Fuck me hard baby. I want everything you can give. The ride is just beginning.
Please come to me straight-a-way. I want to feel your strength again, and hear you whisper more of my dreams.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
st. anton
My leg is in a full brace from the very tip of my thigh to my ankle. Miss J is in St. Anton. I should be there. I miss her dearly.
The last time I saw her I wanted to kiss her so hard that she would not forget it. She had played me in her "dating" game. So cute. Her figure when she walked in the door was so charming I couldn't be mad. She was my "blind" date. Already swooning before it began. I wanted to take her home with me. I was staying at a friends place before my surgery. She had been with me, caring for me, sexing me for five days. The week was so spent in lust and touch that my pain was lost. The late afternoon sun bathed us on the living room floor as I massaged her, tied her, fucked her. The late nights found us in the deep water of the tubby, caressing, talking, drinking wine.
I want her again and again and she is far away. She sends me pictures of her, bikini clad, her smile warm and inviting, and I want to dive into her.
Messages back and forth between the time lapse, both waking and wanting and kissing for sweet dreaming. Skype. My fingers wanting you and touching my sex. Climaxing again and again with your voice in my head.
I miss the line of your back as the morning light falls upon you and the feel of your hair on my body.
I don't forget how you took me in your mouth and kept me still. I still see you tied to the leather couch, your pussy spread with my cock.
I miss your lips on the back of my neck and your touch on my shoulders. I miss your hand in mine clasping hard.
Come and kiss me again Miss J.
The last time I saw her I wanted to kiss her so hard that she would not forget it. She had played me in her "dating" game. So cute. Her figure when she walked in the door was so charming I couldn't be mad. She was my "blind" date. Already swooning before it began. I wanted to take her home with me. I was staying at a friends place before my surgery. She had been with me, caring for me, sexing me for five days. The week was so spent in lust and touch that my pain was lost. The late afternoon sun bathed us on the living room floor as I massaged her, tied her, fucked her. The late nights found us in the deep water of the tubby, caressing, talking, drinking wine.
I want her again and again and she is far away. She sends me pictures of her, bikini clad, her smile warm and inviting, and I want to dive into her.
Messages back and forth between the time lapse, both waking and wanting and kissing for sweet dreaming. Skype. My fingers wanting you and touching my sex. Climaxing again and again with your voice in my head.
I miss the line of your back as the morning light falls upon you and the feel of your hair on my body.
I don't forget how you took me in your mouth and kept me still. I still see you tied to the leather couch, your pussy spread with my cock.
I miss your lips on the back of my neck and your touch on my shoulders. I miss your hand in mine clasping hard.
Come and kiss me again Miss J.
the bath
I've always loved tubbies. Warm sudsy tubbies with baby oil. I have loved them more with Miss Jenny. I massage her legs and feet with lotion and play with her pretty vulva, and we kiss and touch so softly I almost feel that our skins are leaping toward each other.
My new bath is a bit on the naughty side. 1950's pinups and a garter belt sewn into the shower curtain. Knots and tassells and ties everywhere. Black and pink and a little bit o' leather. Miss J made it for ME. I felt so many emotions when it was finished. Impressed yes but also my heart leapt a bit especially when I saw the picture. My mommy as a girl framed in pink and black. Miss J pays attention.
In the tubbie that night/morning (they blur sometimes), she took her time talking, touching, grooming me. Shaving me close and carefully, shaping. I was falling into her. Her touch captures me. Her voice moves me. The way she moves and works makes me want her and want her pleasure.
My new bath is a bit on the naughty side. 1950's pinups and a garter belt sewn into the shower curtain. Knots and tassells and ties everywhere. Black and pink and a little bit o' leather. Miss J made it for ME. I felt so many emotions when it was finished. Impressed yes but also my heart leapt a bit especially when I saw the picture. My mommy as a girl framed in pink and black. Miss J pays attention.
In the tubbie that night/morning (they blur sometimes), she took her time talking, touching, grooming me. Shaving me close and carefully, shaping. I was falling into her. Her touch captures me. Her voice moves me. The way she moves and works makes me want her and want her pleasure.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
dueling dreams
I look at the pictures and recall our more intimate moments. I recall the cane splintering on my backside. I recall binding your hands and feet and your disappointment every time I untied you.
I see my pants around my ankles, bending over the saddle at the sex club, my hands in cuffs and J's belt sending my brain running and my high begins. You, making me your boi bitch in the club, with my boy shorts stuffed in my mouth, my ankles bound and my legs hoisted and tied to the pipes above us, your hands punishing me until I frank.
J in the shower, taking me from behind, and I'm holding onto the bar so that I don't fall and her arm is wrapped tight around my waist, holding me and with her other hand, she opens my vulva, grabs my clit and I am cumming.
J bound to my frame, spead eagle, and her sex is pouty and pretty. She strains against the ropes, sending her silent signal to tighten them. Her full honey colored breasts shine and the nipple rings beckon me to play. I ride her vulva with mine and we kiss. I touch her entire body, stopping at each place that calls me to fuck. I ride her hips, and suck her lips and fill her ass deeply and she calls for more. Thoughts of big red fill me suddenly and I see you pushing him in my ass in the mirror.
I put on my corset today and thought about our shopping excursion that hot day in July. Then I see the image of it torn up in the garbage hits me. I put on my leather vest and breathe deeply.
I see my pants around my ankles, bending over the saddle at the sex club, my hands in cuffs and J's belt sending my brain running and my high begins. You, making me your boi bitch in the club, with my boy shorts stuffed in my mouth, my ankles bound and my legs hoisted and tied to the pipes above us, your hands punishing me until I frank.
J in the shower, taking me from behind, and I'm holding onto the bar so that I don't fall and her arm is wrapped tight around my waist, holding me and with her other hand, she opens my vulva, grabs my clit and I am cumming.
J bound to my frame, spead eagle, and her sex is pouty and pretty. She strains against the ropes, sending her silent signal to tighten them. Her full honey colored breasts shine and the nipple rings beckon me to play. I ride her vulva with mine and we kiss. I touch her entire body, stopping at each place that calls me to fuck. I ride her hips, and suck her lips and fill her ass deeply and she calls for more. Thoughts of big red fill me suddenly and I see you pushing him in my ass in the mirror.
I put on my corset today and thought about our shopping excursion that hot day in July. Then I see the image of it torn up in the garbage hits me. I put on my leather vest and breathe deeply.
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