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Monday, May 12th, 2008
11:29 pm	She wanted him tonight…she wants him every night…every day….every damn minute. She hates how much she wants him, hates how he does things to her body without even trying…hates how wet she gets simply being in his presence… but she can’t help herself. He is the most infuriating, vain, arrogant, adorable, witty, smart, creative, challenging, sexy man she has ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. She wanted to meet him…somewhere dark. She wanted to slip into his car; in the back seat, pull up her skirt and invite him in…but first she wanted to taste him…. to take him into her mouth…to devour him. She wanted to slide his pants down, over his cock…watch it spring out for some attention. Oh she would give it attention…she wanted to lavish it with attention. She wanted to suck that cock into her throat…feel it grow harder and harder till it made her gag. She wanted to cup his heavy balls in her hands… to take them…one at a time into her mouth…gently sucking, feel them roll around her tongue. She wanted his sweet ass. She wanted to slide her fingers between his cheeks and let her finger slip into his tightness. She wanted to spread those cheeks apart and thrust her tongue into his tight ass… in, then out, and back in… deeply. She wanted to reach around and grasp his beautiful cock with her hand, wet from her juices. She wanted to stroke the length of him as she fucked that tight ass with her tongue. She wanted to rub her thumb over the head of his cock…feel his wetness. She wanted to take the head of that cock and suck away the first sweet taste of him. She wanted to slide her tongue up and down…all around his thick, hard, dick…She wanted him to pull his dick from her mouth…to slap her ass, throw her onto her back, and in one hard thrust, fuck her creamy, wet, throbbing, pussy… fuck his slut, fast, hard…deep. She wanted to cum…quickly. She wanted him to wrap her legs over his shoulders, pull his cock from her contented pussy, and in one hard thrust…fuck her ass. She wanted to feel his power, feel the pain…feel that pain turn into pleasure. She wanted to feel HIS pleasure…to look into his eyes and watch him cum for her…his slut. Instead, he pacified her with a story. It was not his fingers stroking her wet pussy, rather her fingers stroking her throbbing pussy. Instead of his strong fingers rubbing her clitty, it was her fingers rubbing circles round, and round as she listened to his voice…to his story. Oh, he made her cum…he always makes her cum. He escaped tonight…he won’t be so lucky the next time. They don’t call it hump day for nothing… (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 10th, 2008
3:47 am	I got up from the table and walked over to the man who had been announcing all the strippers. We spoke for a few moments, and I went back to the table to join my master. He asked what I was up to. I assured him that I was simply looking for our friends and had been asking if the gentlemen knew where they had gone. At that moment they walked back to the table, from behind a curtain, just to the right of the stage. We asked where they had been…they both looked quite embarrassed and said they had been in a room where they had enjoyed a private dance. Before we could respond the DJ announced there was to be a special treat…an amateur striptease contest! That was my cue… I walked away from the table, up 2 steps, and onto the stage…Just as I was about to loose my nerve, the lights dimmed, and the music started to play… When I think of You, I touch Myself! I had chosen a very appropriate song. I could see nothing …but him. I felt my hips begin to move to the beat of the music. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse…let it fall to the floor…I never took my eyes away from his. I unzipped my skirt…let it fall from my hips. I was about to loose my nerve when I saw him reach under the table…I knew what he was doing…He was touching…it was the only encouragement needed. I turned my back to the audience, and slipped the straps of my bra down my arms. I reached behind, unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes. I could hear the shouts of the men in the room. I was beginning to loosen up. I felt my nerves settling down and my body begin to respond to the words of the song…so I touched myself. The crowd went wild. I turned around…exposing myself for the first time. My hands continued to mimic the words of the song…I stroked my wet pussy with one hand, as the other teased my hard nipples. This was hot…I was so close. Imagine… in a room full of people, but only seeing him! I needed him. Staring into his eyes I could see his desire…feel it. I slowly walked off the stage, down to the table, and straddled his lap. I was not disappointed. He was so hard. His cock was begging to be released. I unzipped his pants, took his throbbing dick, pulled my panties to the side, and with strangers watching my every move, slid his beautiful cock inside me. Ahhh…Heaven! (Comment on this)
Friday, May 9th, 2008
9:44 pm	I really can't drink at all any more. When I do, I simply can't stand not being with you. We went out to dinner with friends. Mexican...cute...sexy, bar atmosphere. Music playing, people dancing, and I just want to be with you.I want to feel you next to me...I want to talk to you...to touch you...to laugh with you...to dance with you...and of course...to sleep with you. Did I ever tell you how hot it was when you told me not to wear panties to the Xmas party? You took my breath away...you still take my breath away. Can I take your breath away...at least for a moment? The dance was disappointing...we always knew Jessica was not mentally stimulating...now we knew she was she was not physically stimulating... I knew I had to do something to save the evening! (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 8th, 2008
10:08 pm	She knelt down in front of my master. She smiled seductively, took his hands and pulled them toward her luscious breasts. I was confused by my reaction. I felt insanely jealous, but at the same time strangely aroused. I could feel myself getting wet. I reached down between my legs and gently stroked, until I found my throbbing clit. I rubbed tiny circles round and round, and watched, mesmerized as my lover touched this beautiful woman. His hands were stroking, and pulling her nipples. I could see the desire building in her eyes. I was overwhelmed by the need to have my master inside me. Just when I thought I could no longer bare to be without his touch I felt his hand on my thigh. I looked around to see if anyone was aware of what was going on under the table, and noticed that the Asian and his go to girl were no longer at the table. Where had they gone? The room was suddenly quiet. The music had stopped. I turned my attention back to the stage just in time to see the beautiful woman walk away. I was strangely disappointed, however the music soon began to play again. On walked another woman. The stage was dark. It was hard to see anything more than an outline of her body, but she seemed a little larger than the beautiful brunette who so recently left the stage. Even though it was dark, there was something strangely familiar about the woman. Her back was to the audience, when the lights came up. She was a large girl...she looked as though she had eaten a few too many crispy creams. She turned around...oh my God...it was Jessica! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
9:23 pm	The “Asian Sensation” is turning 40! His “Go to Girl” wants to plan a special surprise for the big event. An evening of fun for 4.The older, wiser, woman does not think this would be such a good idea, but she can’t help letting her imagination run a bit wild… They start out at a trendy restaurant…just the 4 of them. Dinner; drinks...they have a good time. The gentlemen think the evening is over, but the two ladies have a special surprise planned. They leave the restaurant, to pick up their car from valet, and the first surprise waits. A limo pulls up to take them to their final destination. The gentlemen are a bit shocked when they discover the car is for them, but they are very eager to go along. The ladies want to keep the final destination a secret, so they blindfold the gentlemen to not spoil the surprise. The limo is stocked with a nice white wine for the Asian sensation; for the more sophisticated, OLDER gentleman, a delightful red blend. The absconded gentlemen were very curious, but seemed willing to sit back, enjoy the wine, and the delightful conversation of their lady companions. They would not be disappointed…the evening was sure to be filled with pleasure. The blindfolds are removed. It takes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but when they do, it is a feast for the eyes… They are in a strip club! The ladies are very pleased with themselves…they have pulled off the surprise! Let the games begin! As they were being seated, the lights dimmed. The table was perfect…they were right in front of the stage. The gentlemen seemed pleased when a gorgeous girl appeared on stage. Dressed in only a red g-string, she had long slender legs, beautiful full breasts, and silky, long brown hair. She began to dance. Her hips swayed to the music. She danced her way over to their table... Exhaustion is setting in…to be continued… (Comment on this)
Monday, May 5th, 2008
7:52 pm	She made him chicken soup. He was not feeling well and chicken soup cures everything. A nice warm bowl; a fresh baguette, and he was beginning to feel a little better! Still he needed his rest, so she put him to bed, and tried to make him more comfortable. His cough was keeping him awake so she decided he need an old, fashioned cure. There was nothing like her grandmothers herbal chest rub. A nice deep massage to soothe and warm his aching chest was just what he needed. That, and a little bedtime story! She was waiting for him...entertaining herself with the smartest, most beautiful, perfect, MEDIUM to LARGE size dog. (The most perfect small dog was unable to make the trip.) She looked up to see him come into the room. Amazing...the way her body reacts to the sight of him. So much more than a physical reaction. Every cell in her body, in her mind comes alive when she sees him. It's the most exhilarating feeling. She drinks him in with her eyes, with her soul...she reaches out to touch him...they kiss...my god...she wants him so badly...she cannot wait, but she must... She wants to talk to him... wants to hear about his day on the river... imagine his pleasure. He has been without his river too long. She is happy he is finally back home They share some food, a bit of wine...She really must touch him now. He feels so good...She really shouldn't have touched. It is so hard to touch, and not need more...she must have more... she must have him now! She wants him desire her, to have just a glimpse at what her desire feels like so she leaves him. She wants to make herself desirable for him. She takes off her sensible clothes... pulls out the lacy things she bought for them... She can't help but touch her SOON to be voluptuous breasts, as she puts on the bra. She runs her her fingers over the tips of her nipples..she lingers just a bit longer, adding more pressure to her touch...She must stop. She pulls on the tiny slip, then slides her legs into a pair of silky stockings. As the silk slides up her thighs, she can't fight the feeling that is stirring between those thighs. The ache, the throbbing...she must touch the wetness. Her fingers slide into the wetness, touching her swollen lips. She strokes her pussy...takes her fingers and thrusts them inside... She must stop. She pulls on her panties...brushes her hair. She is feeling naughty...dirty...devilish. She decides to darken her eyes...to make herself look as slutty as she feels. She pulls out the lipstick... Red! Slutty lips, slutty eyes. She is a slut...HIS SLUT! She looks over at him. He is asleep. Good...he needs his rest...She hopes he soon feels better. Goodnight babe! (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 4th, 2008
1:05 pm	AMAZING! Thank you. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, May 2nd, 2008
6:34 pm	She had plans…She wanted him to feel the desire she lived with daily…feel the need she felt…feel how hard it is to want and not have…she would let him taste her torment. She told him to undress…slowly, so she could sit back and enjoy. She wanted to savor the sight of his body. She planned on enjoying every moment…she wanted to see exactly what she would soon be hers…hers to have however she wanted. He was naked, standing in front of her. He was hard! She said, “So you are a horny little boy! Is there something I can do to help you with that?” He answered, “Yes, you can let me fuck you. No, she said…I have other plans.” She told him to lay on the bed…she placed the blindfold over his eyes…put his arms behind his head and tied them to the bed. She spread his legs…tied them as well. She couldn’t resist…she had to have one little taste…a little something to hold her over. She reached out and took his cock into her hands. She told him how much she loved sucking his thick, hard dick…she felt him twitch. She ran her tongue under his balls, taking one, then the other into her mouth... sucking ever so lightly, she rolled them around in her mouth….mmmmm. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him…stopping only to lick the slit…to taste his sweetness. She took her hands and began to stoke…he was so hard…She stopped…”That’s enough pleasure for now” she said. She left the room…time to get ready…time to prepare …time for him to taste her torment… It seemed like hours that he had been waiting for her return. He had no idea what she had in store for him. He heard her coming toward him. She was not light on her feet… she was a heavy walker. Even had he not heard her coming toward him, he would have smelled her… smelled her desire. He heard the noise…It sounded like a drill…It was! She loved power tools! It was her Dewalt. She had used it earlier in the day…hanging HIS damn hooks… (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
10:47 pm	Her fantasy tonight… She is tied and blindfolded, laying face down on the bed. She can smell him as he moves closer; hear his breathing. She jumps a little as she feels his tongue lick her ankle, making a wet path up her calf to her thighs. She shivers just a bit as her nipples begin to harden. Her legs start to spread all on their own, but he takes her ass in his strong hands and spreads them apart. She is open and exposed as he first licks small circles around her clit. Wetness seeps from her swollen pussy as he sticks his tongue inside her. She feels his weight and the hard muscles of his chest against her back as he climbs on top of her. A brief flash of pain, or is it pleasure, and he’s inside her, his cock making long, smooth strokes in her ass. She opens her mouth to say something, but as his hands cover her breasts and squeeze her nipples, no words come emerge. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of her ass is exquisite. It sends shivers through her body… He whispers in her ear, “you like it in the ass, sweetie?” “Yes,” she moans, “so much.” “You like being my little whore, feeling my hard cock fucking your ass?” “Yes…I want to be…need to be your whore.” She feels the sharp crack of his hand on her ass. “Yes…,” she cries, yeeeessssss.” She feels the sting, again…until it blends with the dreamy feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her now willing ass. Her hands reach down to spread the lips of her pussy. She strokes her clit and feels the first quiver of her orgasm… She came hard for HIM… Thank you SIR! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 29th, 2008
10:42 pm	She could feel him twitch in her hand. She brushed the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and massaged it into his flesh.She stroked up and down. He felt so good in her hand. She knew how good he would taste...She did not know how she could wait another moment to feel him inside her, but she was trying to learn his lesson;” to want is good.” She loved learning all his lessons, but not that one. She knew they must stop. He was disciplined…she was not. If he continued to play…if she continued to touch, she would not be able to wait…she would be begging him to take her right there…right in the middle of that restaurant! Perhaps that was not such a bad idea…perhaps there was a way… She sipped her wine, trying to keep her expression normal as her mind calculated the possibility... His hand continued its journey. The insides of her thighs were now wet from her desire for him. She wanted his fingers inside her…she moved toward those fingers, so he would enter her. Finally his thumb pressed against her clit, his finger tips slipped inside of her. She managed not to groan from the pleasure she felt at the shock of him entering her…she tightened her grip on his cock, stroking up and down the length of him. She moved a bit closer to him. She had to resist the urge to bend over and suck him into her mouth. She wanted so badly to lick away the wetness she could feel spilling from him. She wanted to suck hungrily until he came into her mouth. She looked him in the eyes and licked her mouth. He knew what she was thinking... how desperately she wanted him… how undisciplined she was. He knew how she longed to take him into her… to feel him split her open…fill her with his hardness. She couldn’t bare it any long. She lifted her skirt, scooted her bottom over and up, and impaled herself on his dick. AHHHH….heaven. She sat very still. Anyone looking would think she was simply an affectionate, enthusiastic, dinner partner. Her skirt was wide enough to hide them. He was very quiet…she turned to see his face…he was expressionless. What was he thinking? She opened her mouth to speak but he put his hand to her lips and said… (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 27th, 2008
9:59 pm	They met at the restaurant. She was in a black dress…very demure at first glance… high neck, simple lines, but it had a surprise… a deep plunging back…He wore her favorite…black shirt, jacket…just the sight of him made her so hot. The whole night was theirs to share… The Maitre d’ seemed to know they needed privacy and seated them in a little corner off to themselves. It was perfect…they had the sense that they were alone, but could still watch all the people around them. The restaurant was trendy; stylish… had a sexy feel to it. The music pulsated through the room and she could feel her body respond to the rhythm. She longed to be in his arms dancing to that music. She had not had him for so long and was fairly desperate to feel him inside her, but she was so looking forward to the evening, she did not want to miss a single moment. They ordered drinks…took time to catch up before looking over the menu. The waiter brought them their drinks and took their order. He suggested a bottle of wine he thought they would enjoy. As they waited for their meal, she looked around at all the people around them. She liked making up stories about everyone…who they were, what they did. While playing her little game she noticed all the women looking at him. It didn’t surprise, or bother her. She understood their attraction…he was very hot...a very sexual man…so hot, that her desire for him made her do the most shameful things. She reached under the table, and without anyone being aware of what she was doing, removed her panties. She slipped them into his hand. He was not surprised. He knew how her mind worked. He brought them to his face and deeply inhaled the scent of her...the scent of her longing for him. She wanted him so badly…He reached under the table…under her dress and touched her bare thighs. His fingers climbed higher and higher. She trembled at his touch…she was dripping for his touch. She spread her legs so he could stroke that wetness… My God she wanted him now! She reached over to him…she needed to touch…she loved touching him. He was so hard…She couldn’t take it another minute. She reached under the table, unzipped his pants and released his cock… so nice! She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked…She took her wet fingers and squeezed the tip of him, never taking her eyes from his. She began to stroke the length of him. He was magnificent…. (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 26th, 2008
7:26 am	She woke up this morning realizing what it is. He feeds her! He feeds her mind....he feeds her soul...he feeds her body! No one has ever been able to do that before. She could listen to him forever. She loves his words. She loves to hear him tell her about his passions. She does not have his talent, but she understands his need to create...the need to take something from your mind, something abstract, something that does not exists except inside of you and turn it into something tangible. To take what exists only in your head, and make it real. Something to see... touch, enjoy! Such pleasure...so satisfying! She loves the way his mind works. She loves how he is able to show her with his words. She can actually see him creating when he shares his words... she is able to see the process in his brain. She sees the spark... the moment the idea pops into his head...it slowly forms as he is working. She sees what drives him to stop what he is doing and explore his new possibility. She loves to hear him tell her. She stores his words and pulls them out for later. She recognizes his soul. She too wishes her soul did not long for more. She wishes her soul could be satisfied with all the wonderful she has in front of her. She wishes her soul did not cause his, such pain. She wishes she didn't need something that comes at such a high cost. But she does... He feeds her body! He awakened a hunger in her that only he can satisfy. He opened her eyes and she now recognizes that yearning she could never understand...that she was afraid to understand. His spark ignited the flame! They make beautiful, amazing sex together. He has taught her how to see... touch... feel, with every fiber of her being. He DOES treat her like a princess. After all, it was HIS kiss that woke her from her sleep! (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 24th, 2008
11:12 pm	She could hear him talking to her but she didn’t really know what he was saying. She was so lost in her feelings. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. She felt relief…she needed a break from him. He walked away, poured himself some wine, and slowly sipped. She was so thirsty, she wanted some of his wine, but she would not ask. She wasn’t sure who this man was, what would make him angry. She thought it would be better to just wait…see what he would do. He came back to her…brought his delicious mouth to hers and shared his wine. It was so sweet….much sweeter coming from his mouth, than the glass. She thought, he was actually quite kind. She soon discovered that was not the case. He thrust himself into her mouth… down her throat. He said he loved hearing her gag on his thick, hard cock. She wanted to please him… she wanted to make this man cum hard for. He would not allow that. He would not give her that power. He had much more planned for her. He sat down…pulled her on top of him, slid himself into her. She was so wet for him…He split her open...filled her with his amazing cock. She thought she would cum right then and there. She rode him hard…she wanted to cum. She loved him inside of her… loved his power. She did cum…she came hard… but she hid it, because she realized she did not ask. This man was here to teach her discipline and she did not even have the sense to ask. She forgot…she was so lost in her desire, she forgot to ask. She is such a greedy little slut, but it’s not her fault. She can’t help that she cums so easily for him. He is just like her lover in that way. He did many things to her that afternoon. Things she remembers, but in the way you remember a dream. Pieces of memory, a vision in your head but the sequence of it all is off. She remembers him throwing her to the floor. She can still feel the slide of her face across the carpet…the burn, then the intensity in which he thrust himself into her. She came hard…very hard…very fast. She could not hide it this time…he knew how hard she came. She remembers the slap of his hand across her face. The shock…she must have done something…but she can’t remember the moment before that slap…before the contact of his hand against her cheek. She was confused, shocked, angry, but it was as if he pulled her out of some place she had slipped into. Maybe he did not want her to be in that place. Perhaps she was not to go there quite yet. She remembers sucking his balls. They were so nice in her mouth…so heavy against her tongue. She ran her tongue across his ass… slipped her tongue into his tightness. Nice...very nice. She remembers him asking her if she needed to use the bathroom. It was hard for her to move. She could not get up easily with her hands still tied behind her back. When she finally was able to get up he walked her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. He stood and watched…waited…she tried to relax her bladder…finally. He ran is fingers under her as the hot liquid poured from her body. He seemed to like that. He fucked her hard on that toilet…my god he made her cum again…so soon…this man with the intense eyes…She remembers at one point staring into those eyes and literally being drawn into him. It was the strangest feeling. She almost felt like she was inside of him. She can’t explain it but it was as though she was in his head, feeling what he felt. It was amazing. It is so hard for her to write this. She wants her fingers to be somewhere else right now. Not stroking the keys, but stroking her clit. She wants to slide her fingers deep inside of her…to feel the wetness. She wants him to read this. She wants him to squeeze the tip of his cock… to spit on his hand and stroke his dick like she would if she was there. She wants him to imagine his hand is her mouth…sucking him so hard…feel me suck your cock babe…can you feel my hips reaching for you. I want you inside of me so badly right now. Jesus I wish you were here fucking me Please I need you to fuck me. I really need you to fuck me babe. Please, I need you. I HAVE TO GO. I HAVE TO CUM. Please master may I cum for you. Please sir…please make me cum. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
11:32 pm	She needs his mind...He makes her cum with his mind. She can’t explain….She does not have ability to explain this power…this intensity that has overtaken her…that drives her… that allows her to breathe… that keeps her from breathing… that wakes her up in the middle of the night… that makes her want to sleep because she is exhausted from it… that scares her…that thrills her… that makes her cry because she is so afraid of him going away…that makes her wet, a never ending wetness for him…only him. “Run an errand for me.” Pick me up 5- 10 foot lengths of rope.” She stopped moving, couldn’t speak. What was he planning? She was scared…she was thrilled. She had not really looked too long at the pictures he had led her to. She saw the women tied…she didn’t want to think about the strange feeling it gave her, so she didn’t look to hard…think too much. She would wait…follow his lead. She loved him leading her…she loved giving herself to him completely; totally innocent, completely unaware of what he would do, and where he would take her… but having such complete faith in him. She trusted him implicitly. He had already taken her places she never dreamed of. Places where reason and thought disappear. Places where no one or nothing exists but them, what they are feeling, and what they are sharing. The intensity, the experience…I cannot explain. I cannot put words together to let you see. If you are lucky enough to ever feel such an amazing thing, then you too will see, there are no words…only feelings. She would just wait. Was this the moment? Was this the next place he was taking her? He wrapped the rope around her wrists. He tied her arms to the bed. She was on her stomach, in her skirt, in her blouse…white tights, black shoes…an innocent! He wrapped the rope around her ankles…tied her legs to the bed. How innocent did she look now? How innocent was she when he made her cum so hard; so very hard. He thought she had learned her lessons well. He was wrong. She was difficult case. She would require more…something more… She was on her way to see him. She could hardly wait. Her desire for him was so overpowering. She needed to see him, to touch him, to hear him…to just be with him. She shopped for their food. She loved cooking or him. She loved being able to take care of him…even for a moment. She thought they might go for a walk. He had other plans. He asked if she would like some wine. She thought that would be nice. He asked where she would like to share the wine. She chose his mountain cave. She loved being around his things… loved seeing his work, loved knowing she was in the room where he relaxed, where he created, where he could loose himself in his pleasures. It gave her comfort knowing he had such a place. He chose the music she liked. He was so sweet. Did he remember her telling him she loved Neil Young? She loved watching him. She could watch him forever. She felt such pleasure just being with him…seeing him…not having to be aware of anyone else but him, and their time…their moments. He sat next to her on the sofa. They shared some wine….enjoyed the music. He was so sweet, and then… he was gone. There was a different man with her now. He seemed distant, removed, yet very present, very powerful. He said her lover called upon him for his help. He said he was not the same kind of man as her lover…not as kind, not as patient….not as gentle. He was not a man who would be tolerant of her defiant ways. He had heard she was a difficult case and she needed to learn discipline, and she would need to learn from him. He was intense, controlled, but she had the feeling that control could snap at any moment. The idea of that intrigued her…made her hot… made her curious how this man would teach her…what would he teach her? She was still feeling a bit defiant…but not for long! He made her undress…he watched her with those intense eyes. She was intimidated. She felt uneasy…she felt his coldness…and his heat. He stood up, undressed…He was beautiful…she wanted him. He made her drop to her knees. He thrust himself into her mouth…so hard, so silky…like her lover. He thrust further and further. She gagged on his cock, too big, too much for her to handle. He didn’t seem to care…he continued to force himself into her. He held her head when she tried to pull away; she couldn’t breath his cock was so far into her throat, her face pressed so tightly against him. She had no air. He finally released her. She was choking for air, but she was still defiant. She was never going to show him her fear. He sat on the sofa…told her to join him. He would not let her sit, he told her to kneel next to him. He made her touch herself…He told her to stroke her clit, play with her nipples. He watched …She touched. She stroked her pussy. She was so wet. She seemed to have the same desire for this strange man that she had for her lover. She wanted him…wanted his fingers where hers were….wanted him to be pulling on her nipples, wanted his fingers stroking her wetness…wanted to feel those fingers slip inside of her. She was watching him watch her. He was so intense…It was very hot. She had lost all of her earlier inhibitions; she could feel herself getting closer. She was going to cum. He asked her if she was close. She thought he wanted her to ask his permission. She was wrong…very wrong. Her fingers were slick with the creaminess that was flowing from her pussy. She was ready to cum hard…mmmm… it was going to be nice….this stranger watching her cum. She was just beginning to feel the first quiver of her orgasm. He asked if she was going to cum…her first mistake…she told him yes…he slapped her hand away from her wet pussy. She was shocked. She was angry…she needed to cum…she was not one to be that close and be denied. She tried to put her hands back…he slapped them away again…got up, grabbed something and roughly pulled her hands behind her back. Damn…the rope. He tied her hands behind her, forced her over the back of the couch, and stood before her. He thrust himself into her mouth again. She was still so close…he tasted so good….she liked this game…liked the loss of control…or did she…? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008
9:12 pm	Don't worry about a gift for me for the Hallmark Holiday...I've got you covered! Would you like a hint? I won't be wearing any panties tomorrow! (Comment on this)
Friday, April 18th, 2008
7:44 am	http://channels.isp.netscape.com/men/package.jsp?name=fte/thinkaboutsex/thinkaboutsex&floc=wn-nx WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? HAVE I BECOME "MALE BY INJECTION?" My God, that's it...I have absorbed your testosterone! Don't get any ideas that you can help me by controlling my absorption rate! GREATER minds than yours have proven that once this scientifically documented phenomenon has occured, there is no way to remove "said" testoserone from the body! Consider this mix of your testosterone with mine,... throw in the effects of my estrogen, (see article) and I am behaving admirably! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 16th, 2008
10:17 pm	I slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. My heart was pounding. I sat there for a moment, frozen with fear. I jumped in my seat when the officer knocked on my window. Slowly, I rolled the window down and looked up at him. Great... mustache, twinkling eyes...he looked very much like the stupid man already in my head. "License and registration please." Good voice, and thick fingers too. I stared at the fingers gripping his little notebook for a moment before responding to his request. Fumbling in my purse and glove compartment, I swore at myself again. I'm getting pulled over, and all I think about was that the cop was hot, like my lover! What the hell was wrong with me?? As I handed my license and registration to him, I noticed his eyes narrow. Look calm, I told myself. Look innocent. But I was having trouble looking the police officer in the eye. "Do you know why I pulled you over ma'am?" I shook my head a little, worried. The cop gestured back down the highway. "No? You swerved across the lane, and did it while speeding." Really I was speeding and I swerved across the lane? I cringed as he glared down at me. No wonder he pulled me over. "Have you been drinking..." he paused to look at my license, He stared at me intently, head cocked to the side to better see my face. "N-no, officer." Great...that was convincing. Even I heard the tremble in my voice. "Wait right here." He headed back to his car. I can't believe how stupid I am! In a few minutes he came back to the side of my car. "Ma'am are you sure you haven't been drinking?" His body was imposing, one hand resting on the roof of my car as he leaned down to hand my license back to me. "No, officer." "Great, then you wouldn't mind stepping out of the car, would you?" His face was stony; he wasn't joking. "Um...no, sir." I unbuckled myself and got out of the car. "If you'll move to this side, please." I followed him to the passenger side, the part furthest from the road. Ma'am, may I ask why your slacks are unzipped? Shit, I can't believe I didn't zip up my jeans. Um, officer I have a long drive and I was just trying to relax...my jeans are a little tight and I wanted to be comfortable. He didn't look as though he believed that! He had me do the standard drunk driving test; walking in a straight line, asking me questions. I thought I had convinced him that I had not been drinking, but I was shocked as he instructed me to place my hands against my car. "What?" "Please place your hands on the roof of your car," he repeated, all business. When I did so, he kicked my feet further apart and stepped close to me. "I'm going to pat you down, then take you into the station to do a Breathalyzer test." What?! No, no, no. I turned to face him directly, gazing up at his face. "Officer, there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not drunk! I haven't had any alcohol at all! I'm just driving home from a night at a friends. I am just a bit tired...that's why I swerved a little. "Ma'am, please turn around." This time he forcibly turned me. "This will go smoother if you just cooperate." I couldn't do anything, and fighting was obviously going to make this worse, so I faced my car. I felt his hands on my shoulders, moving up my neck, under my hair, over my scalp. They felt more like a caress than a grope, and I relaxed a little. They traveled back down to my shoulders, around my neck, down my arms. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hands back up then across my chest, just grazing my nipples. I shivered a little; my nipples were still hard from thinking of HIM. The office's touch sent shivers through my body.This wasn't so bad. I felt him hesitate a little, then press his hips against me. Oh my god, he was hard! I felt it against my ass, which I realized was thrust outwards in what must have been an enticing pose. I jumped, but one hand spread out on my belly and held me still as he rubbed himself against me. "Shhh. Calm down. I'm going to continue an on-sight investigation, and if I'm satisfied, I can let you go. Otherwise, if you resist, I'll handcuff you and take you down to the station." On-sight investigation? What was he talking about? Shouldn't this just be a traffic violation? I had been pulled over before but had always gotten away with a warning. This wasn't the proper procedure when pulling someone over, was it? I felt him shift, and he placed his handcuffs on my roof, directly in front of my face. He was trying to make his point. A jail cell in a town where I knew no one was not how I pictured the rest of my day going, so I stood still. "Just relax," he whispered into my ear, laying his hat beside his cuffs. He started his 'pat me down' again. His hands once again moved across my chest, but unlike last time, they lingered on my breasts. Ever so lightly, he moved his palms over my hardened tips, back and forth, back and forth. No other part of his hands touched my breasts, and he took his time teasing me. I felt my pussy grow moist. I could not believe my body was responding. What the hell was wrong with me? "I saw your nipples poking through your shirt... They are begging to be touched." I groaned, my legs closing. I wanted to rub them together, rub my clit, but his feet stopped me. He adjusted my hips so they stuck out more, so they were cushioned against his own. "Uh uh, ma'am. You are not to move from this position, do you hear me?" One hand left my breast to slap against my ass. I let out a yell and he smacked my ass again. "I asked you a question, ma'am. Do you understand?" He pushed my unbuttoned jeans down over my hips then settled against me. I realized he had either removed or pushed his pants down his legs, because his erection was now between my legs. "Y-yes, officer." I murmured. I could feel the heat from his cock through my silk panties; any earlier hesitation on my part was now gone. I wanted to feel him in me so badly that I wasn't going to jeopardize my chance. Both hands now moved back up to my tits, massaging, stroking my breasts, pinching my nipples. "I can already feel how wet you are. I can feel it through your panties." He moved down my body, his fingers running over my ass, down my legs. His hands gripped my ankles, moving them further apart, and I realized I could feel his breath on my pussy. The idea made me burn. I was so hot, my body so tense, waiting his next move. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, wanted to feel him fuck me, my mind was only focused on fucking. Every other thought left my mind. Suddenly I felt his tongue running over the wet spot of my underwear. A fine tremor was moving through me, and he must have felt it, because he laughed. "Now you're ready to obey, hmmm?" Casually, he spanked me again, then tugged my panties down my legs, stretching the material. Moving quickly, his mouth met my pussy, and he devoured me, lapping up the wetness, his hands alternately squeezing my ass and rubbing my clit. I felt his tongue dip in to me. He reached around with his other hand to slide a finger in to me, pumping a few times before pulling out. I groaned, first because I wanted to feel something thrust into me. I realized my eyes were closed, so I opened them, looking downwards, and was rewarded with the sight of his cock... so hard! It was long,thick and beautiful; just like my lovers. The thought of him plunging it into me, along with the sensations of his mouth and hands, made me crazy. Standing swiftly, he gripped my hips and shoved himself into me. He slid in to me so quickly, my wetness making it easy. He set a rapid pace and I pushed back to meet him. He gripped the back of my neck gruffly, twisting me so his mouth could settle on mine, his tongue parting my lips, his hands stroking the entire front of my body. They moved up to my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples, before rubbing my clit. "You will not speed any longer, will you, Ma'am ?" He spoke against my mouth, fucking me harder. "No, officer," I managed to mumble, resting my head against his shoulder, his arms encircling me tightly as he leaned over me. One hand moved down to my pussy, first slapping my clit lightly, then rubbing it fully with his palm, over and over. I cried out as the orgasm rocked me, and I heard him grunt, moving in deeper than before, till finally he began to cum. I felt his cock spurt again and again... (Comment on this)
Monday, April 14th, 2008
10:43 pm	He has had a long day. I wish I could help him relax, and feel nothing but pleasure. He gives me such pleasure…I wish I could pleasure him tonight. Perhaps I can… You are such an amazing lover. You give so much. Tonight let me give to you. Imagine my hands on your body... massaging away all the tension. I am leaning into you pressing my breasts against your back. You feel my never ending wetness against you. You smell my desire, but this is not about my desire. This is only for you. Let me touch you. Imagine my hands reaching to take your cock. You are so hard…your dick is straining to be released. It needs some attention and I so want to give it the attention it deserves. So silky…I have to take you into my mouth. I have to lick the length of that beautiful cock, suck you into my mouth and press my tongue into you and taste you. Please take your hands and touch. I love to watch you wrap your strong fingers around that thickness. I wish I could be there to see you.I love to watch you stroke yourself. I do feel a little greedy, a little jealous when I see you stroke...because I want you in my hands, but it is so hot to watch you. Now stroke for me… squeeze for me. Imagine my mouth; imagine all my wet, warm places craving you inside of them. Imagine the power you have to make me feel every inch of you and I do feel every lovely inch of you. So nice...so amazing. I am so wet. How is it that I crave you so much? The thought of you is so hot… I have to touch.My fingers are glistening with my desire for you. I have been touching. I have been dipping my fingers inside imagining they are yours. Remember watching me touch? I hope you liked seeing me stroke myself for you. Did it make you hot? Did you want to touch, or were you satisfied just watching me come closer and closer? Did you like making me stop? I know you did that to make me cum even harder…you need not have done that. Don’t you know how hard I cum for you? My body would be so happy to feel you inside of me right now…to feel the weight of you pressing into me, thrusting deeper and deeper. I love your pleasure. I love to feel that pleasure as you fill me with it. Find pleasure tonight. I will drift off to sleep imagining your pleasure. Goodnight, sweet dreams… (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 13th, 2008
9:32 pm	I am living proof there is a G spot. Actually, mine is a K spot. I knew it was going to be a long drive home when I felt that damn tingle in my nipples. …I swear I think I have a switch inside of me that turns on all the sensitive spots in my body as soon as I think of him. I tried to ignore it…I focused on the drive, the scenery, the music…anything but the sensations in my body. I failed…I could not ignore the ache. I could feel my panties getting wet. Where does all the wetness come from? Where does all this desire come from? Why, after all that delicious, fulfilling sex, do I still crave more? How does he make me cum over, and over, and over? I knew I wasn’t helping myself. I tried to clear my head. He kept coming back in. “How many times did you cum?” “Which was the best?” Stop, don’t think about him. I made some phone calls. I planned my week. He would not get out of my head. I looked down at my hands on the steering wheel… my wrists …red, sore. My arms tied behind my back…his beautiful, hard dick, in my mouth… fucking my mouth. His mouth on mine, sharing his wine… his eyes staring, as he made me touch. I looked in the mirror to tell myself to STOP. It was all over…the mark on my cheek. The slide against the carpet as he thrust into me from behind…the power of that thrust…so deep, so hard… the intensity…the surprise! I came so fast…so hard. It was so unexpected…just intense immediate release. The walk in the woods. His hands sliding down my jeans, sliding down my panties. Leaning me into the tree. The darkness all around us, as he thrust into my darkness. I had to touch…I unzipped my pants…I reached into my panties…so wet! I really should stop. I have to stop. I CAN’T stop. I have to touch…so I touch. I feel the swell of my clit…so sensitive. It fells so good. I need to stop this. I need to focus on my driving. I should pull over…take a break. I can’t pull my fingers way. So nice! I look in the rear view mirror. . Jesus, there is a cop behind me. How fast am I going? I move out of the fast lane. He pulls up beside me. He points his finger at me, signaling me to pull over. Damn! (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 12th, 2008
12:22 am	She was filled with that damn desire all day. She kept thinking about that moment when he took her hand and pulled her from the room. She tried to distract herself with all the things she needed to do, but she kept going back to that touch. She imagined him at home, in his bed, enjoying her, hoping that would curb her desire. She craved him even more. Picturing him doing what he does so well...even though it wasn't with her, did nothing to dampen the desire...if anything it made it worse. It was enticing...the thought of watching him... She wondered if that was why he always asked for her to "tell him about it." She was ready to explode...she needed release...she needed him. But she was trying to behave. She called the man with whom she could be with. She let him know she needed some attention. She made it through the rest of her day...cooked dinner, did a little shopping. They came home and he turned on the television. She went upstairs and put on something sexy. She came back downstairs and walked passed him to the other room. He followed her and came up behind her. She did not turn around. She needed to clear the other man from her head. He reached out and touched her. He rubbed her shoulders, ran his fingers down her back, lower and lower... She finally turned around...she kissed him. His taste was not the taste she craved. She tried again to clear him from her head. She kept kissing him. She turned and took his hand. She took him up to their bed. She laid down on her back. He reached for her and pulled down her panties. He turned her to her side and began to kiss her backside. He ran his tongue over her...he turned her back and spread her legs. He kissed her thighs...licked her thighs, moving higher and higher until he reached her heat. His mouth did not feel like her lovers mouth. She tried not to think of him...tried so hard to stay in the moment. She took the man in her head and put him out into the room, because she could not completely clear him from her head she thought she would let him watch...She had enjoyed imagining him earlier...perhaps he would enjoy watching her. The man between her legs was trying to bring her the release she craved. She wanted that release. His mouth was not the mouth she wanted. She told him she needed him inside of her. She thought that would feel more like him. She pulled him into her. She pushed his hips so he would thrust deeply into her. She kept thinking of the other. Did he like what he was seeing. Did he want to pull the man from her and thrust deeply into her himself? She reached down to touch herself. She touched him as well. It felt so different... not what she wanted, but she needed to cum. She was ready to explode from her need to cum. She rubbed herself as he thrust into her. She could not cum. She rolled over to let him ride her from the back. She continued the play with her fingers. She rubbed, she stroked...finally she came. Will he beckon? Will he let her out of the box if she promises to go quietly back into it? I know she has been noisy in her box, but she so needs to stretch her legs...just a bit. (Comment on this)