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.
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