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Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
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Friday, January 11th, 2008 Time Event 10:30a Where is this coming from? Has it always been there…just waiting for him? Every day I am feeling more and more. I want something. Something I can’t even name. Something that seems to be driving me to things I don’t even know about, much less understand. Has this always been in me, or has he taken control of my mind…of my body? Last night, for the first time, I read about … things. Things that scared me, excited me, and then scared me even more, BECAUSE they excited me. I was actually very embarrassed when I thought about my attempt to entice him with my tame little fantasy. He probably thought I had made a poor effort to copy something I had read. I hadn’t. I wrote about what I wanted, what I had suddenly craved. Has he taken control of my mind, or has he opened my eyes to see what has always been in me… just waiting….waiting for him? (Comment on this) 11:02a http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=78359 (Comment on this) 8:26p It's the ultimate irony...to finally figure out what's been missing, only to realize you can't really have it. Feeling a little sad tonight. (Comment on this) | | 8:29a |
Saturday, January 12th, 2008
Time Event
2:34p
Sometimes I want to talk to him so badly I feel like I can’t breathe
There is so much about this that is hard, not being able to talk to him, to share what I am doing, what I am thinking. I took a long walk today along the railroad tracks. I could look down and see the river. It was beautiful. I wanted to share that with him. Just walk quietly and enjoy the day. I wanted to at least call and tell him what I was doing, what I was thinking. I knew I couldn’t. I respect the boundaries too much. I don’t want to interrupt his life, his focus, his pleasure. I even feel guilty writing this. I don’t want my words to take him away from his life, but I justify this by thinking, if he chooses to come here, he must want to hear my words.
It was a good walk. The sound of the river, the fresh air, blue sky… lots of space to think. I came to a realization. I don’t think I have ever felt such sadness, such turmoil, but I also have never felt so alive. I have moments of sheer joy. I guess that is what allows me to live with the not so great moments.
I wasn’t completely maudlin…I amused myself with the thought of him walking behind me, watching MY ass as I walked up a steep hill. I thought about the burn in my strong thighs... how I would like to comfort that burn by wrapping those thighs around him, and use that strength to pull him deeper and deeper into me. I thought, if he was with me I would take him farther into the woods and have MY way with him. It was warm enough to remove just enough clothing to lay out a soft place for his body. My place would be on top of that body (which, have I mentioned, is luscious, delicious, and fits so perfectly in my body). I would keep him warm with my desire. I would slide him into me so quickly he would never even feel a chill. I would ride that beautiful, hard cock till we were both so hot the rest of our clothes would have to come off. At which point, a group of senior citizens would stumble upon us and kill the moment… kind of like I just did. | | 8:32a |
Sunday, January 13th, 2008
Time Event
12:32a
Yes please, Sir!
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8:18a
He takes my breath away. He has given me such amazing gifts, but his words last night were the gift I needed more than my breath. They were balm to soothe the ache I feel when I am not with him, when I don’t hear his voice. His words were food for my soul. They will sustain me.
He wondered what my thoughts were when I looked at the pictures he sent…I was not able to answer him…the words would not leave my throat. He probably thought my silence was an indication of fear, or distaste, but my silence was actually embarrassment, disappointment, regret that I could not offer up a body to him as beautiful as the one in the photos. I so wish I could give him that beauty…beauty I don’t possess, but that he deserves. I pray he can be satisfied with what I have to give him. I will give him my soul. Every ounce of my being belongs to him. I will learn discipline, I will behave…I will not risk loosing this amazing gift that has come into my life.
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10:48p
Balance…I need to find balance? The man is so damn irritating I could scream. Even more so when he is right! (Fortunately that doesn’t happen very often).
Does finding balance mean a person can’t fulfill a little fantasy? One where two people, who both happen to have plans one evening, extend that evening a bit? Would it be possible for them to meet, for just a little while, in a private place and discuss this balance? I promise, there would only be conversation. Please sir, please? I’ll be good…I promise. | | 8:37a |
Monday, January 14th, 2008
Time Event
12:15p
I love ice cream! I've often thought I should work in an ice cream store so I could eat my fill, and perhaps no longer crave the sweetness quite so much. Never having tried this theory, I have no way of knowing if it would be successful. I would like to test this hypothesis on my new craving. If I am allowed to feast to my hearts content, then, and only then might I be able to satisfy my cravings...at least to a more managable, BALANCED state.
Too flip? Perhaps I need to be punished!
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11:06p
The man does not have a clue what he does to me. I don't even know what it is he does to me. When I see him it's as if the breath is sucked out of my lungs, but at the same time I feel as though I can finally breathe. I can't describe the feeling. There are no words.
We are beautiful together. When I lay in his ams I cannot get close enough. I want to be under his skin...I want him under my skin. When I'm in his arms, that feels almost possible. I feel calmer tonight. I didn't want to ask too much of him, but I needed him tonight. I thought I would explode if I couldn't be with him. I didn't just need sex, I needed our sex. I didn't just need to be satisfied, I needed to satisfy him. I wanted him to be inside me, to feel what it is I feel. I wanted to drink him in. I wanted to take him deeper and deeper. I wish I could explain this feeling. I wish you could feel it. I want to open myself to him completely. I am not afraid to do that. I want us to continue this journey we have begun. I want to keep feeling this magic. I want him to feel the magic. | | 8:37a |
Tuesday, January 15th, 2008
Time Event
10:30p
I am not wacky. I am like a child tasting candy for the first time, seeing her first snowfall! Because I have no guile he thinks my openness, my honesty, my excitement, is wacky? Stupid, man. He should see me as the treasure I am.
Actually, I think he may. He is just afraid of his feelings. The only thing he need fear from me is if I do learn this discipline he is trying to teach. I may use it to make him squirm. Then we’ll see how disciplined he really is. Up to this point I have made it very easy for him. Perhaps that will change.
The idea of seeing him squirm is very enticing. The idea of driving him mad with desire is more than enticing; I may have to make it my new mission. He doesn’t know me well enough to realize the energy I put into my passions. Discipline! We shall see who has discipline. Be careful what you wish for Sir!
What will I do to make this man squirm? What will I do to make this man weak, from longing for me? What will I do to make him beg? Beg to suck my nipples, to feel their hardness between his fingertips? Beg for me to flick my tongue across his nipples, for my teeth to nip, my mouth to suck? Beg for my mouth to travel lower, and lower. Beg for me to pull him into my mouth, to suck harder and harder, to suck so deeply he feels as though I will swallow him into me. Beg me to lay my body down for him…to open myself, totally… for him.
I may not know tonight, but I will learn. Be careful…be very careful what you wish for…Sir! | | 8:55a |
Wednesday, January 16th, 2008
Time Event
11:27p
Naive, he thinks I am naive? The man is an idiot! Just kidding babe! You walked right into that one!
What a delicious day! What delicious man! The only thing that would make this day complete is to be with him now…holding him, as falls asleep inside me.
Tonight we were talking about my reaction to being touched after I’ve been intimate. Before him, I’ve always pulled into myself after sex. I didn’t want to be touched…kind of withdrew. I’ve always thought it was my body just needing a break from touch. With him I don’t pull away…I can’t pull away. I crave more touch. I can’t get enough of his touch. He satisfies me like I have never been satisfied, but still I want more touch, his touch. What is the difference? I know this may sound ridiculous but suddenly I have this idea. I think my body has been waiting my whole life for him. My body has always enjoyed sex, but somehow I think I knew it was not the sex I needed. Not the sex I craved, not the sex that would touch me to my core. So I would pull away…and wait. The wait is over. My body recognizes the touch it has waited a lifetime for.
I have to go to my bed now, but I go only longing for sleep. Sleep that will bring me dreams of him. I will lie and wait for those sweet dreams, remembering the deliciousness of the day, feeling the memory of it...in my nipples, sweet soreness to remember him…proof of his touch, to sustain me until I feel his touch again. I will think of him reading my words. I hope my words take him to the places he took me today.
Enjoy my love! | | 8:56a |
Thursday, January 17th, 2008 Time Event 8:17a I've been a bit intense with my words lately. Thought you might just need some fun. Enjoy! I did! http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=337300 (Comment on this) 11:32p I’d love to end the day holding him in my arms. I know that can never be, so I think of him. I want him to drift off to sleep knowing that, although he is not in my arms, he is in my head, in my heart. Feel only pleasure when you think of us. Sleep well! | | 8:57a |
Friday, January 18th, 2008
Time Event
7:42a
Too emotional, I know. I think longing for him takes its toll by nights end. I hope he is not put off by my emotional yearning. I don't want to frighten him. He should know that, although I do long to be with him, I am strong. I can bear the the distance, just knowing I will have him again.
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5:48p
What would I do with the luxury of time? How amazing would it be to explore each other slowly? I’ve been remembering the last time I touched him. I loved unbuttoning his shirt. It was like opening a present…anticipating the treasure inside. I loved touching him, feeling his skin beneath my fingertips, looking at him, drinking in his beauty. The memory is so sweet.
Beautiful moments should not be rushed, but I know with us, they must. I accept this. Most of the time I am OK with that, but sometimes, especially at night, it is so hard…my emotions are raw. I am able to handle this. I am; but at night, after I have been away from him, away from the possibility of him…seeing him… hearing his voice … I am sad. It’s in those times, when my guard is down, I want to tell him things. On the other hand I want to protect him. I don’t want him to feel badly, or feel responsible for me. I don’t want him to feel anything but pleasure when he thinks of me. I do want to protect him from these feelings of mine, but I also need him to know who I am…what I am thinking….what he means to me. I must be completely honest with him…I have this overwhelming thought that, by not sharing my feelings, I am being dishonest. I can handle all the hard parts, but I cannot lie to him. Not telling him everything feels like lying by omission. I wish I could protect him from these words, but I can't. I do need him to know, I speak them asking nothing in return. If he wants me to, I will go away. I will… but I have to say it... I’m in love with him. I’m sorry, I am so very sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I don’t want him to be afraid. This changes nothing. I just want to continue being his lover, his friend. I simply needed him to know. I hope that is OK. I hope he can look at this as a gift…one that is given freely, with joy, and with no expectations. I can handle this. I just couldn't handle the deceit. We never have to speak of this, actually, I would prefer if we never did, but I could not go on thinking I was withholding anything from him.
I feel better. I feel like a weight has been lifted from me. I hope to God I have not simply transferred the weight of this onto him. It would break my heart to think that. Please don't feel burdened by this. I am fine.
Now…back to the luxury of time. There are so many ways I would love to spend time with this man. I love playing them out in my head. Tonight, I would lay him in a tub of warm water. I would pour the water over his body and wash him from head to toe. I can imagine the feel of his toes between my soapy fingers. I would massage his tired feet and I promise, I would not tickle them. I would run my hands up and down his strong muscular legs. The slippery feel of my hands would be so pleasurable for him. I know he would begin to crave those hands on other parts, but not yet. I need him to be completely free of his day. Free to be completely, totally with me. I would soap his back, knead those amazing shoulders, his neck, release his tension. I would rinse the soap from his body then lay him back to wet his hair. I would lather the shampoo between my hands, and then gently massage his scalp, lifting away the last of his worries. I would take him from the tub and slowly dry the moisture from his body. By now, the feel of him would be far too much to bear, so I would lay him down, climb on top of his amazing hardness and slide into that sweet release.
The urgency would have passed but the desire would still be there; like a smoldering fire, needing only to be stoked, to burst into hot flames again.
I can see us. He is ready to take me to new heights of pleasure. I am afraid, but I trust him implicitly. I know with every ounce of my being that his only desire is to take me to these places with him, share with me even greater pleasure, a closer connection.
I am ready for him to take me to this place. I am afraid, but I am ready… if he still wants me. | | 8:58a |
Saturday, January 19th, 2008
Time Event
5:09p
Relax! I remembered one of my psych classes...it's simply the psychology of transference! You are just my boy toy!
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Sunday, January 20th, 2008
Time Event
12:49a
What is a girl supposed to do with all this damn desire? She has exhausted the available man, the bunny, and still she craves the UNavailable man. What can she do? If she could talk to him he would help her through her predicament. His voice would stroke her, even though he could not. His voice would remind her of what she needs to reach that place, so she can sleep. Let me try to remember... I think he would ask what I was doing? I could lie, but the heat in my voice would give me away. I have to tell the truth...I am touching myself in that special spot that craves his touch. Ooh, it feels so good, but there is something more I crave. It has been so long since I've had that craving satisfied. I need him inside me. I need that hard, hard, powerful thrust. I need my nipples between those fingertips pulling, pinching, making me hurt so good. I've been bad lately, so I need a little spanking. I need the sting of his hand on my bottom. I've been so bad..won't you please give me a little of what I need... to be good? | | 8:59a |
Monday, January 21st, 2008
Time Event
10:22p
Please...go if you cannot do this. I cannot bear the thought of the turmoil I may have caused you this weekend. I should be more careful with my words. I should not be so honest.
I will not make this difficult for you. Please know that.
I will not have the level of beauty we share cause the equivalent in pain. I will not let you loose the joy...even if you can only find it in a memory. | | 9:00a |
Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008
Time Event
10:08p
Did he arrange for those fortune cookies? If he did, that has to be the sexiest thing I have ever heard. I think I will choose to believe that he did. I choose to believe the whole night was a well planned, calculated seduction. To quote a not so bright heiress… ”That’s hot”.
Speaking of hot…the man missed the best phone sex ever, well, not the Best, but MY best! Can I, Tell you about it? It all started with those words of his, his signature words...” Tell me about it”. He wanted to know what I would have him do to me. Easy enough…there are so many delicious things I would have him do, and hopefully the list will continue growing…but I digress; back to what I would have him do. My nipples need some attention. The lack of tenderness I feel is excruciating. I would beg him to pinch, to suck… I am a greedy girl. Feeling those sensations…who wouldn’t be greedy? I would want him to pull his attention from my breasts and travel down to my hot, wet, core, but I know him…he would not be quite so compliant. I’m learning…he is not being difficult…he only wants me to reach my greatest possible pleasure. But I am not patient. My body knows what pleasure he brings it, and it craves that pleasure immediately. My body has a mind of its own. My hips pull toward him even when they only hear the sound of his voice. The man is a magnet…and I am steel! (I stole that line… I think I heard it in a song) Sorry, I have to break the mood sometimes…it is too damn hard to have this much desire and no way to release it. Not the way you want to anyway.
Back to that phone call…I need to pull away from him. I need to bring this desire under control. I need to make HIS desire spin out of control. I pull my mouth from his, but my tongue still needs to touch. To linger on his skin…to taste his growing desire. I lick my way down his neck. I find that spot where his collarbone juts out of his silky skin… that wonderful sensation again, of hard, but smooth & silky. Hmm, what else does he have that is hard, yet smooth and silky? My tongue will find out. I continue the search. Along the way there are some amazing spots to stop and linger over. His nipples… So taut…I let my teeth gently graze … nice! I could stay here awhile but I think there is something even nicer to play with…something that needs to come out and play with me. Where is it? I must find it. Ahh, I think I just did! I feel the hardness straining to break free of his clothes. I am nothing if not accommodating! I unbutton, then unzip, and out pops my prize. Pop goes the weasel! Just as exciting and thrilling as when I was a child. Now what should I do with my prize. I long to taste it; to feel it move in my mouth but I can’t go too quickly… I too want him to reach his greatest pleasure. So I linger. I lick the bead of wetness from his desire off the head of my toy. Nice…my tongue probes that slit where his ultimate pleasure will spill from. I love the feel of him. The ridge just under the head his dick, feels so good against my tongue. I could slowly suck down the length of him but not yet. I want to savor this, so instead I gently lick my way down his shaft, as though I was licking the drips of a melting ice cream cone. More toys to play with. I love to play catch…I’m good at it. I can catch those balls, gently suck and roll them in my mouth. I’m so good you will always pick me first, to be on your team. I think he is ready to begin the final stage of his pleasure…I certainly am. I pull away from his sack and flick my tongue lower, licking, firmly pressing my tongue against that sensitive area I know he likes… then I lick my way back to the beginning, back to the head of my beloved. I pull him into my mouth… deeper and deeper… sucking so hard, so deep, it’s as though we are one. I feel him tense. I feel him pulse toward release. I want him to cum in my mouth. I want him to know I love all of him. There is nothing he can give me that I would not accept joyfully, willingly, gratefully.
At this point I hear nothing. Can you imagine my frustration in realizing yet again, I’ve had a great sexual experience…ALONE!
Goodnight my Sweet! Until tomorrow! | | 9:01a |
Thursday, January 24th, 2008
Time Event
7:29p
Thank you | | 9:02a |
Friday, January 25th, 2008
Time Event
12:15a
Refreshed by a little sleep I see things more clearly. I am beginning to understand. It's all about discipline. If I can learn this elusive quality, if I can use to to control this emotion...only unleash it with him; if the pleasure, the desire, remain stronger than the pain...perhaps the fantasy can continue.
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7:53a
Bad Boy...your punishment awaits! | | 9:03a |
Saturday, January 26th, 2008
Time Event
1:15a
I'm not quite ready to curl up with the man in my bed. Instead I sit here thinking about another man. A man whose voice awakens such desire that I can't sleep. I will try. I will drift off stroking myself gently, trying to quiet the desire...just enough to sleep. | | 9:03a |
Sunday, January 27th, 2008
Time Event
3:40p
I'm back, but not home. Home is under your skin.
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10:38p
Sweet Surrender...It was a gift meant for you... emotional pleasure for me because I was giving myself to you...completely. That was to be my ultimate joy... but yet again, I am amazed. You take my breath away. You take my body beyond pleasure, beyond anything I would have imagined is physically possible. I can't begin to understand, but I am learning... some gifts must simply be accepted...not questioned. Thank you. You are my gift.
When I look into your eyes when we are inside of each other... what I see...is beyond words. I won't even try. Just know it is my heaven, my peace.
Thank you for sharing your world with me. It is very beautiful. Seeing the places you go challenge your mind, your body... where you find your joy, your peace, is actually a comfort to me. I love having those pictures in my head... I loved sharing a bit of your world...having time... it was magic. Thank you. | | 9:05a |
Monday, January 28th, 2008
Time Event
10:48p
I’ve been bad! I didn’t mean to be…I couldn’t help myself…I’m sorry. I guess I need to be punished. I suppose he will have to lay me across his lap and spank my naked bottom. I hope that will teach me not to misbehave, but I can’t promise anything…sometimes I am just not teachable…I am incorrigible. What can I say? I try…I really do, but I am a willful child!
Shall I tell you what I did? It wasn’t really THAT bad! It wasn’t REALLY my fault. There were extenuating circumstances beyond my control. OK, I will confess…I forgot to ask! I was very, very horny, and I simply forgot. I had a long day and to make matters worse I talked to him not once, not twice, but three times. Three times hearing that voice…what’s a girl to do?
I was good all day long. I stayed in the zone. I worked very hard…accomplished a lot, even with the visions in my head… even with my nipples hard and longing to be pinched, even with the heat between my legs. I think that should count for something.
A hungry family, the night’s activities, conversations to be made, those things should have distracted me, but they actually worked against me. By the time I was alone, I was crazed. I simply couldn’t ask. It didn’t even enter my mind…until it was too late!
I locked myself in my bathroom, stood in front of my mirror…pulled up my shirt, pulled down my bra, reached for my, oh so tender nipples and began to stroke. I was too tender to pinch my hard nipples …I needed his healing fingers for that to be bearable, but I did gently stroke. The sting soon gave way to pleasure. The pleasure had a life of its own…I pulled down my pants, then my panties...the heat…the wetness between my legs…where does all this energy come from? Why won’t it subside to at least a manageable level of desire?
So you see… I couldn’t help myself. By the time my fingers touched that heat, stroked my clit, spread my lips, to reach inside…I was undone. Can’t you understand?
Let me take you there…let me show you what I saw…what I felt…what made it impossible to remember to ask for release! Let me take you to a snowy trail, where the heat between two people will keep you warm…let me take you to a room where the passion is so overwhelming it blocks your memory of everything but the crashing waves of release. Let me take you to a bed where two people ignite fires beyond anything you would think is humanly possible. Fires that consume you! Let me take you back, deep inside of me, deep, in the forbidden place that is yours, and yours alone. Back to my eyes, watching as you took what I so willingly gave. Perhaps then you might begin to understand how I forgot to ask…I’m sorry Master. Punish me if you must, Sir! | | 9:06a |
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
Time Event
7:10a
I cannot clear my head of the kaleidoscope of illusions. At 2:00 AM I woke to see me on top of you...my finger deep inside of you...reaching to take you... watching as your beautiful hand stroked my beautiful dick. At 3:45 I am on my back...my legs, over your shoulders, my hips sinking into the pillows. You are sinking into me. I am sinking into depths I never imagined existed. Is it any wonder I stand here now, wet with longing? Make this manageable. Teach me discipline.
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1:12p
A twist of the kaleidoscope and you are with me again. Your head is in my lap...my fingertips are tracing the curves of your face, storing the memory for another day...a day like today, when I can't be with you.
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11:09p
Last question of the day. Panties tomorrow? Yes or no... I await your answer, Sir! | | 9:07a |
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
Time Event
6:07p
I ask the question again...
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8:45p
Piece of cake...no problem...I's already 9:00 and I only had 1 teeny, tiny, close call. I came home and made a great dinner. Wheat pasta with tomatoes, capers, kalamata olives, fresh oregano, anchovy paste and arugula... yummy! Then the emotional exhaustion took over...nap time. My teeny, tiny little slip wasn't really my fault...I was dreaming of him! It was such a delicious dream. It was springtime... we were at the base of a beautiful waterfall making love. He was on top of me, inside of me, consuming me...I could see the falls, hear the rush of the water, feel the power of him...I woke up! My hand was ever so lightly, just barely, not really touching. So, I don't think that counts against me. I removed my hand, (which absolutely should count as, I don't know...3 days worth of discipline) and here I am! I must go though... I have to work out. I have to focus this energy so that I am successful. And then...I WILL claim my REWARD! | | 9:08a |
Thursday, January 31st, 2008 Time Event 7:50a Good morning! http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=58367 (Comment on this) 4:12p I'll never say Uncle! You've met your match! (Comment on this) 9:13p I sobered up this afternoon…a slap in the face will do that for you. It was just what I needed. I forgot how strong I am. I used that strength tonight. I called home. I knew we had the house to ourselves. I gave him fair warning… I wanted him in bed when I got home. I was driven with anger… and desire. I walked in the house…after hanging up from the source of my desire, my anger. A drink was sitting on the island…I could hear the shower running. I had no intention of joining him. I wanted to keep the smell of my earlier desire...to keep you with me. Not to hurt the man in the shower, but to show you just how strong I am. I sat down, drained my drink, and felt the warmth flow through me, felt my strength, my determination…walked upstairs as he was stepping out of the shower. I took off my clothes, never taking my eyes off him. I wasn’t seeing him…just you…I tried to imagine you in the room…watching…watching as another man kissed away your kiss…I pulled him into the bed…he reached for my breast…the breast that you used to test me…it hurt. Don’t feel badly…I can handle the hurt…you have no idea how strong I am. The pain brought you into our bed…my other breast was his. I had you both. He slid down my body…he reached into your wetness. He licked away your touch…he came back to kiss my mouth again. He leaned against my ear…your earring pressed into my flesh…more pain…more reminders of you in the room, in our bed, watching as I proved to you how strong I am. He entered me. He thrust you further into me. You are in me. You can leave, but you are in me. You can stay, and have your space…I will be strong…I will honor your wishes…I am strong…I think you are too! | | 9:08a |
Friday, February 1st, 2008
Time Event
6:09a
Who is thinking like a man in this relationship? I have been telling you to keep me in my own separate box. You are the one who keeps allowing the boxes to touch.
Or is it because my box isn't large enough to contain me? I promise, if I have enough room, I'll stay in my box...and only come out when you open it!
Just get me a bigger box...and don't let it touch!
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6:45a
I am going to shower now...I need a waterproof bunny! Is there such a thing? Can you get me one? Until then, my hands will have to be yours.
I'll be going now...to touch...to stroke...to cum.
Do you think I will ask?
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8:38a
I have an idea. Something we could do...maybe next time. It's sort of a fantasy that has been developing in my mind. It's actually not a complete fantasy, more an idea brought about by the fact that you are my teacher. I think I need to go back to the beginning...back before I ever knew about sex...before the outside world made its impression on me. Perhaps I could be a complete innocent. Unaware of even the idea of sex...unaware of anything but the strange sensations I was beginning to feel... the first pull of this unknown...completely ignorant to what I was feeling. Perhaps you could be my first teacher.
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10:56p
Flow of conscious thought...I am watching Californication and I can't write, ( AT LEAST NOT WITH ANY ABILITY) but I do have a few things to say. But first I have to tell you a funny line in Californication. David Duchovny (the main character) s screwing around with a married woman whose husband comes home...he said "LET ME HIDE UNDER YOUR CLIT...HE WILL NEVER FIND ME THERE"...OK, you had to be there.
Anyway...I just wanted to tell you about the magic pussy. It was born, February 18, 1958. IT REALLY DOES EXIST!
Sometimes the magic pussy looses some of her magic, but only because the guilty penis robs her of that magic. The magic is still there..it is just tempered by the guilty penis. Just remember that! The magic pussy is even better than the guilty penis can imagine...She is sweet, giving, fun, undemanding, smart, classy, yet dirty at the same time, willing to try all kinds of things, but that damn guilty penis makes her misbehave...feel insecure...become demanding. She doesn't like what the guilty penis does to to her...she wants to be magical. The stupid, guilty penis needs to shut up, and accept that the magic pussy will be around for a long time. She wants to believe that she will bury the shriveled, guilty penis at the ripe old age of 90, mourning its loss with the wife (otherwise known as the not so magical pussy) of the guilty penis! | | 9:09a |
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
Time Event
1:11p
Ouch! Sore tush! That's OK, don't fret. I'm tough. Besides, there's always payback...which is a bitch...or a thrill...depending on your degree of darkness.
Did I make you twitch?
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11:08p
It's really bad when you have friends over and you can't wait for them to leave so you can write to your lover...Tragic...absolutely tragic. Actually, the real tragedy was, they were boring the hell out of me. I thought the night would never end. I entertained myself by thinking of what I would write. I came up with a good idea, Well, I think it's a good idea.. at least it amused me as I listened to them drone on and on and on and on. A ballgag(?) would have come in handy. So anyway, here is my idea...a cooking, sex site...Let me explain my thought process.I made a great dinner, and I was thinking about sharing my recipe with him...which led me to think about sharing other things with him, which me to my brilliant idea. I might pitch the idea to HBO. I will call it... Sustenance for the body...recipes to heat up your kitchen and bedroom! Well, the name might need a bit of work.
All my creativity has made me sleepy, so the first episode will have to wait. Sorry! | | 9:10a |
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008 Time Event 11:06a Here is the promo for my cooking show: Good food is very much like good sex. All the steps involved in preparing a meal are the same steps necessary for a good sexual experience. Hopefully all the best ingredients are available…if not; you may have to go in search of the proper items. This is a crucial step. If you do not have the proper ingredients you will not have the optimal end result. Take time with this. You may have to wait…the food of your desire may not be in season…Don’t rush…patience is critical at this point. Your reward will be well worth the wait. Once everything is in place the process can begin. Turn on some music, open a bottle of wine, relax and enjoy. Do not rush. Savor each step of the process. It is important to prepare the food carefully, slowly, taking the proper time necessary to blend the ingredients, so they absorb into each other; allowing all the flavors to come together in perfect balance. Preparing the food can be just as rewarding as the meal itself. Take time to really feel the food as you prepare it. Let the different textures awaken your senses, the smells wet your appetite, lick the juices from your fingers, nibble as you create…there is no need to deny yourself…satisfy your hunger a little at a time. This will not spoil your appetite…only enhance the rush of flavors, which will culminate in a feast beyond your wildest cravings. (Comment on this) 8:25p Never going to happen...just had a feeling you might enjoy! But, if you could clone yourself... http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=349353 (Comment on this) 10:19p Go Giants! | | 9:11a |
Monday, February 4th, 2008
Time Event
6:47a
Go figure! I must be a glutton for punishment...
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11:18p
I am exhausted…I need to go to bed. It’s time for me to put this hunger I have for him to sleep. It is exhausting, but invigorating, having that man in my head all the time.
I am sleeping alone tonight. I know what I will be doing as soon as I go to that bed. It is the only way I can manage sleep. My heart is racing just thinking about how I will drift off. I wonder if he knows what I do when I am alone, when I have nothing in my head but thoughts of him…thoughts of what we have done…what we will do…
Tonight I will remember the thrill I felt when he came to me at the restaurant. The shock of seeing him open that door sent chills through my body…God, I wanted him. I want him now. It can’t be normal to feel this much desire.
I need to go to my bed…I need to let my hands begin their journey. The journey I wish he was taking with me. My nipples are hard thinking what he would do to them. He would gently stroke, but before long his fingers would become more demanding…it’s almost as if he tries to pull my desire out so that he can see it. The feeling can’t be duplicated, but tonight my hands, my memories will have to do. I will stroke for him. I will pull my desire out so that it can find some peace…so I can sleep.
My hands will travel down to the wetness that is always with me. I know my hands alone will not satisfy me tonight. I really need him inside me, but I will have to settle. I will take my toy to that bed. I will slide it deep inside me imagining it is him, sliding into me. Teasing at first, then thrusting into me with all his power. I’ve got to go…I need to be with him...even if it is only in my imagination. | | 9:12a |
Tuesday, February 5th, 2008
Time Event
7:00a
I've just gotten out of the shower and have to get back in...His gift to me this morning...his words, have made the smell of desire, strong...to strong to not be noticed.
Does he know how his words affect me? Does he know he brings me to the edge with just his words? Does he have any idea how much I desire him. No...he can not even begin to imagine. I do not have his ability to put the words together, to even touch upon the magnitude of desire he stirs in me... every moment , of every day. If he could feel even the smallest amount of this power he has over me, he would realize how much discipline I actually have.
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10:11p
He was right…I would have dropped to my knees and taken him into my mouth…deep into my mouth… happily, hungrily, greedily, stroking with my tongue…sucking with all the pressure my mouth could manage; harder, deeper and deeper, swallowing him into me. Or, I would have hungrily opened my legs for him…I would have begged for him to thrust himself into me, to take, what he knows is his.
My hunger for him goes beyond the physical. I crave his thoughts…his words…his laughter, his joy, his sorrow, his body… not for the release, but to take him into me…to fill me…to fill this void that only he can fill…that only he can understand. I want to be perfect for him…I want his desire for me, to be pleasure, not pain. I want to fill the void in him.
I do things to him, with him, I never could have imagined. He has aroused a passion I didn’t realize could exist in anyone…much less in me. I am struggling with this new me. I don’t want to be demanding I just want…and I know I can’t have, so I pout. I’m sorry for that. I don’t mean to be a petulant child. I want to be perfect …I want him to desire me. I want to get over this constant fear that he will dismiss me. I am learning a new way of life, and it’s hard! It doesn’t happen overnight. I will get there. He once said that if I could be patient, our futures would hold passions only few could ever know. I am learning. I am trying to control the hunger. I hope he won’t give up on me…on the ecstasy that only we can share.
I am in need of a bit of that ecstasy tonight. I wonder if he is too. I wonder if it is hard for him. I don’t think so…certainly not like it is for me. I would like him to have a glimpse of what I go through…the longing, the all consuming desire. I would like him to feel it…to loose control, to loose some of his damn discipline. I would like him to have a taste of his own medicine. I would like to be the one to make that happen.
I am inexperienced but I will learn. I will take this man to the places he takes me. I simply need practice. I wish I could practice tonight. Actually, I guess I could prepare, so when I have him with me, I am ready. What could I do? What would he like? What would make him squirm for me? What would drive him over the edge?
He loves his power…how would he be without it? Hmmm…I might be on to something. Perhaps a little loss of power would be good for him…that might give him just a little taste of his own medicine. How do you go about taking power away from a powerful man? He once said he was willing to receive what he gives. Perhaps he would be agreeable to my little plan.
The first thing I would have to do is physically take away his power. I’ll have to work on how to accomplish that.
Oh, the things I could do if I was in control… if I was able to torture him. First I would need to bring this desire of mine down to a somewhat manageable level. I wonder if watching me tame this beast he has given me, would stir a little beast in him. Would watching me be pleasure? Or Pain? Would he like to see me take away all the layers that hide me… that keep my body from being exposed to his eyes? Would he want to see me touch,what he was unable to touch? Would he long to feel the tips of my breasts as they reached out to be touched, as they tingled with longing to be squeezed, pulled, sucked? He might have to be satisfied with seeing me touch, stroke, pinch, or would I feel generous and come a bit closer to him…perhaps rub up against him…perhaps allow him to take a nipple into his mouth? Perhaps not!
Remember, I am a hungry slut so I probably wouldn’t linger too long on my breasts. I can never seem to control the need to touch myself. The pull between my legs calls out to me, it needs to be quieted. I may have to stroke away some of the desire, or simply plunge into the depths of that desire and rid myself of the unending supply of cream that seems to flow from me. Should I let him taste the sweetness he makes? Should I rub some of that sweetness onto his hard, thick, twitching cock…because by now I’m confident it’s twitching for me… for his pet. Perhaps not! Perhaps by now my beast will have quieted enough to allow me to really begin to torture him.
Perhaps now, the fun could begin! Perhaps I could take my time bringing his desire to a place where he could begin to understand what I go through, without him. Perhaps! | | 9:13a |
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008 Time Event 7:26a A little something to hold your attention, while you wait for me. http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=160342 Arrow of Cupid by Enzian© (Comment on this) 2:52p Just when I thought I would explode, HE beckoned! I really have no discipline. I thought I could wait...I thought... this will be good practice for me. I won't touch myself. I will save all this desire up for tonight. I failed. | | 9:13a |
Thursday, February 7th, 2008
Time Event
1:07p
He is a wizard...or the devil. He is not of this world...the places he took me last night, were not of this world. I know this to be fact. No one has ever been where I was last night. | | 9:14a |
Friday, February 8th, 2008
Time Event
7:44a
She did rest well...the sorceress gave her the gift of sleep. The wizard gave her the gift of his words.
What did she do to deserve such kindness?
Please beckon...she wants to tell you how she came to accept my magic...she wants to please...she lives to please...you!
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10:12p
She is a lucky woman...I hope she treasures you. I hope she is breathless at the thought of the day you have planned for her. I'm sure she is. I'm sure she will love the day,and savor its magic. I hope you will too. I want that for you. I want you to have magic... without turmoil. | | 9:15a |
Monday, February 11th, 2008
Time Event
6:58a
I was waiting to send this to you until after your romantic day. I want the day to be wonderful for you…perfect for you. I want the love you feel for her to be completely untainted by me, a day for the two of you. I want all those things for you, while dealing with the fact that it isn’t for me.
I swear to you, I do not want to take you from your life…I know that sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. I just want you to find a way to let me be a part of your life…I want you to learn to live with your feelings for me. I can’t deny how I feel about you. I can’t imagine why I would want to deny such pure, intense, beautiful feelings. I am sorry if they frighten you.
I am sorry I haven’t waited to send this to you, but your words this morning…they make me loose my self restraint.
I was coming home on the train last night, (I had to get away) and I had another one of my “symbolic” visions. You probably will think this is stupid but it seemed so clear to me. I hope it makes sense to you.
I imagined I was your kayak…the one you take out in the coldest, roughest, most difficult waters. The boat you test…the boat that tests you. The one you take to places to find your most intense thrills, places that are dangerous, risky… places that, with one mistake could leave you churning in the backwash. It may roll over, but between the two of you…boat and master it never fails…it always uprights itself before any harm comes to either of you.
I thought I had been built for smooth waters, but my captain, my master took me into rough waters. Waters that frighten me more than I thought I could ever be frightened, but thrill me more than I could have ever imagined; water that is dangerous, risky and, with one mistake, could leave me churning in its backwash, but feels completely safe, at the same time. Water I want to be immersed in, water that feels like home.
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11:13p
I wish was a very old woman...then I wouldn't have to miss you for so long.
Please don't make me wish my life away. | | 9:16a |
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008
Time Event
11:23p
So maybe I am a little bit of a hot house flower…but think how you felt when you were missing me. Now, imagine how I feel when I leave you, not knowing when I will see you, or hear from you again. You hold all the cards…I understand that is how it has to be, but I just want to feel a little bit secure in this very insecure relationship. I know you think I am demanding, but truly I am not.(Don’t roll your eyes, or drop your head, I’m really not) I just miss you, and I don’t know what you are thinking. You always know what I am thinking…I tell you nightly. I am happy to do that…I love sharing my thoughts with you. The idea that my words bring you even a little pleasure makes me happy. It makes me happy being able to talk to you. I am not asking for you to pour your feelings out to me, (although please don’t let me stop you if you get the urge) just maybe Hi…or even K…just a little reminder that you are out there, and that you are in some way connected to me… something to let me know that you are OK….that we are OK in our very unusual relationship. I really do understand the limitations…I just can’t handle not knowing if the silence is permanent.
If you knew how much calmer I felt when I left you today I think you would believe me when I tell you I understand the boundaries…I could see us in your eyes…I felt our connection…I knew it was strong…still very much alive. That helps me…it keeps me going…it makes me happy… content to wait, (well, not really content…more like incredibly horny, but happy to feel that delicious feeling rather than deep despair) So maybe every now and then you could simply let me know you’re there. Maybe you could grade me…check my punctuation…comment on my sentence structure…OK, now even I agree I need a ball gag. Enough…let the games begin…
I always keep my promises, and tonight I wanted to keep my promise to you. Promises like the one you asked of me today are very easy to keep…especially when I have the heat of the afternoon to guide me.
Could you still feel the heat after I was gone…could you still feel the pull? I felt it all afternoon…I feel it still. Even after I kept my promise, the heat was still there. The tingle in my nipples…the pull in my groin, my god you just don’t know.
So would you like to hear how I kept my promise…the one where I ask you nicely, “May I cum…please Sir, may I cum…for you…Sir?
I couldn’t escape to my bedroom…too many possible interruptions. I was cold so I decided to take a bath. I ran the water in the tub…hot, hot water. I love it hot…so hot my skin burns…so hot I have to get in slowly, adjusting to the heat, to the burn. Once I am in, I run the hot water again. I can handle the heat…I love the burn. It reminded me of us…of the night that went into morning…the night you shared your bed with me… the night I became your lover in every sense of the word… the night I will cherish all my life.
Sorry, I tend to wander off when I think of us. My mind has so many delicious memories…Tonight my memories were of the moment pain turned to pleasure…the moment you claimed the part of me that belongs to no one but you. The place where no one has been before, and no one but you, will ever go.
I was laying in that hot bath…the sweat glistening on my breasts…my nipples remembering your touch on the steps this afternoon…reaching out to be touched again. I love the sensation of my nipples being touched…I love it all…gentle teasing, stroking, building up to harder and harder touching, pinching…god I wish you were here right now. I am so hot for you. I swear can’t keep my hips from reaching for you. Do you know how frustrating it is to want so badly? OK, sorry…so of course I spent lots of time on those nipples…so much time I was actually to hot to stay in the tub. I got out and opened the window…the shock of the cold air was exhilarating. I stood at the window and imagined you in my woods…looking up at me, watching me touch, and so I touched… just like I did Friday night. I stroked my wetness, god I am always wet for you…it amazes me. I’d like to tell you how I lingered, how I drew out my pleasure, but alas…I am a greedy girl. I slid my fingers into the places where I would have wanted you and I asked…Please Sir, Please my Master, may I cum for you?
I have to go to bed now. I want to go to sleep so I can hurry up and see you in the morning. Please be hard for me…I will be wet for you. | | 9:17a |
Wednesday, February 13th, 2008
Time Event
10:44p
It’s funny…I feel better when you are close. I like hearing your voice, even if it is the background of my day. I feel calmer…able to focus, just knowing you’re nearby.
I couldn’t hear your voice tonight, but I could feel it as I read your story…so much better than the edited version. I loved seeing you as a little boy…seeing your passion first reveal itself…getting a glimpse at the first hint of the passion you would have, for all things, when you became a man.
We were good today…very well behaved. I think we could be very good friends…I’d like to think you enjoy my company. I very much enjoy yours. I like listening to you…your stories, your thoughts and ideas… your experiences. I don’t want to think about anything sad right now….I just want to sit here and talk to you…curl up with you. I’d like you to lay your head on my lap. I’d like to run my fingers through your hair…play with your ears, rub your shoulders…I’d like to simply be close…touching you…
I wanted to touch you today. I wanted to feel us. I wanted to shut everything else out, so tonight I would still feel your mouth on mine…still feel the shock, when your tongue touched mine. I wanted to run my tongue over your lips, pull your tongue into my mouth and suck on the sweetness. It wasn’t meant to be. | | 9:18a |
Thursday, February 14th, 2008
Time Event
11:50p
I can’t believe you chose that card…it’s as if you know my soul…do you read my mind… my heart? Were we lovers in another life?
Tonight I need to be with you…tonight there are no words to explain how I feel. I need to show you with my body how much you mean to me… I need you inside me. I need to be inside of you. I want our bodies to create something as beautiful as your gift to me… the beautiful bracelet on my arm… precious metal and stones totally connected…no beginning, no ending…linked together, exquisitely.
There are so many wise words in Winnie the Pooh. One quote in particular seems appropriate tonight...”Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
It fits with the calmness I am trying to feel. The rivers are older and wiser than me…we shall get there some day.
In the meantime I shall linger on your kiss…the sweetness of your mouth…the taste of your tongue. I wanted to taste more of your sweetness. I wanted to drink all of you tonight. To hold you in my mouth would have been heaven. It seems like such a long time since I held you inside of me. I want you everywhere. I am so hungry for you. My body cries out for you. My nipples actually hurt for you right now…It’s as if they are reaching out for you…but you are not here. Let me touch them for you…they are so hard. My entire body is in a heightened state of awareness. It’s the strangest thing. It’s as thought all my nerve endings are reaching out for you. I wish we were together right now. I would make such sweet love to you. I would take you into my mouth… suck you deeply into my throat until you could feel the depth of my devotion to you. I cut my nails back so I would be gentle with you. I don’t ever want to hurt you…in any way. I want you to have the pleasure you give me. I want to be inside of you while you are inside of me. I want us to be like my bracelet…no beginning…no ending…linked together, exquisitely.
“"I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh.
"I wish I were there to be doing it, too."
- Winnie the Pooh” | | 9:18a |
Friday, February 15th, 2008
Time Event
2:20p
He won't read my words tonight...I know he has important work that will keep him from me. I hope he has time to read this before he leaves... I wanted him to know how I wish I could sneak off to where he will be tonight. I would like to find a quiet place in the woods, away from sleeping bodies, and learn the requirements for "wilderness survival". I'd like to be wild in the woods with him...I'd like to get back to the most basic form of "nature" with him. | | 9:19a |
Saturday, February 16th, 2008
Time Event
2:18p
I was given an amazing gift last night... three incredible children gave me a night I look forward to telling you about... | | 9:20a |
Sunday, February 17th, 2008
Time Event
1:00a
I miss you..I do OK for about 24 hours but after that, I am no good. I really tried tonight. I sat at a table with 12 friends, lots of good food, and wine, and all I could think about was you. I kept thinking about you...how I wanted to be sitting with you, sharing a meal, drinking wine and looking forward to what we would do after our meal. I thought about you lying in bed, your eyes covered, your hands behind your head...how your mouth opened for mine... kind of like a hungry bird wanting food. Your tongue kept reaching for me...do you know how hard it was not giving into you. Looking at that delicious mouth, wanting to devour you...Oh, my god you have no idea how I want you right now. I imagine you are in your bed...the moon shining in the windows, a fire burning, your mouth on her breasts, you inside of her...I tried to do those things with him...I wanted to find pleasure so badly but when he touches me all I want is you. I couldn't wait for him to go to sleep so I could come downstairs and write to you. Pitiful isn't it? I don't care...I feel better when I am with you...
I need you inside of me right now...I need...you have no idea how I need you. I am so hungry for you.
Please satisfy my hunger. Please sir, take me to the places only you can take me. Fill me with your magic...Please master, please...I am longing for you...only you.
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11:05p
If he was here watching me, as I write these words, I think he might want me. I am not doing anything that would attract attention to anyone but him, but there is something… if he was here… that possibly, might make him hard, for me. I know I am very wet, just thinking about it.
I remember everything he tells me. I love to listen to him… to get a glimpse into that incredibly sexy mind of his…to take a peak into his memories.
He shared a memory with me that was very hot, the early stages of his developing sexuality. Tonight, those words came back to me…tonight, as I sit here craving him, I wanted to play out his youthful fantasy…I wish he was here to see…I wish he was here to take his fantasy to another level. I wish all his fantasies would become realities… with me.
My very hot lover was a very horny young boy…while all the other boys were just starting to notice girls; my sexy lover was a step ahead… always…a step ahead…today…way beyond all the others.
Imagine a room full of boys and girls beginning to feel the first stirrings of new and strange sensations…one boy experiencing those things more intensely than all the others…his mind, more creative, more aware, than all the others. He notices details no one else notices… thinks things, no one else thinks…feels things no one else feels. Until tonight…tonight there is a girl who knows what he is thinking… feels what he is feeling…will do, what she knows he loves…what she loves.
As she sits here writing these words, the back of her nightgown is not tucked properly under her bottom…it is spread out on the seat, so there is nothing between her and the hardness of the chair, but the cream, that thoughts of him produce. She remembers how he told her how hot he thought it was, when the girls would sit on their chairs and not smooth their skirts under their bottoms. She too thought it was hot. Were they aware of the feelings their actions stirred in him, or were they oblivious? Were their actions intentional…to drive him to desire, or were their actions a result of the first stir of desire for him?
She remembered a time when she first pulled her skirt up for him. For her, it was not to drive him to desire, but a result of her overwhelming desire for him. She needed him to gain access. She was embarrassed at her boldness, but cared more about her need than her decency. She no longer feels embarrassed. She has come to understand that her desire is good…it is a gift…from him…for him. Unfortunately, it is also a curse. Sitting here tonight, wetness spilling from me…it feels like a curse. This desire should be satisfied…
I long to be satisfied by him, but he is not here. I must go…I need relief.
Pitiful, I can’t even write words about him without getting so horny that I need to find release. I see him in my mind and can’t bear it. I have to touch…I am exhausted from trying to fight this desire. Why should I fight it…why shouldn’t I pleasure myself…especially when I have so many delicious memories to use for inspiration?
I feel better…at least for the moment. I have tamped down the flames…for the time being. It is getting harder and harder to cum without him. Even with all the thoughts of him in my head…my body simply will not accept any substitution… for him. Damn this gift, damn this curse. I need him…only him.
My release came from the memory of being with him in his cave. He was my master, I was his slave. He left me to shower… with instructions…to prepare myself for him. It was scary, but so incredibly exciting. I drank the wine he had poured. I took the belt he had left for me. He had instructed me to put the belt on. I was nervous…not really afraid, more concerned that I would disappoint him. He is such an amazing lover…I know I pale in comparison. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I did nothing. I thought, what is the worst that can happen? He will punish me? So I waited… he came to me dripping… that beautiful body glistening with drops of water. I wanted to lick away those drops but was afraid he would consider that to aggressive…I knew he wanted me to submit…I was more than willing to submit…to him. I dried him with a towel. Jesus, the memory of his body, his words, his eyes, burning into mine…it takes me back to that damn desire again. He is right…I am insatiable…but only with him. I’ll never finish this. Again, and again I need to cum. The thought of him makes my body burn…I try…I swear I do, but I can’t bear it. It is too hard to feel this much. I really do have more discipline than anyone…it’s just that I also have more desire…
So I touch…my nipples are so hard…I wish he was here to feel their hardness. I love the sensations I feel when he touches. I try to imitate his touch…it feels good but is not the same. I crave him…crave what happens when we are together…crave the magic of us.
If I look at this differently maybe then I can find some peace… if I pleasure myself for him, not for me… if I picture him here, watching, perhaps there will be pleasure from what I hope he would feel watching me.
So I will touch myself for you. I am stroking myself for you… Can you imagine how creamy I am for you? It amazes me. Do you know how wonderful it would be to feel you slide inside of me? Would you tease me or would you satisfy my hunger? Would you hold back, or give me what I want…you inside of me? I want you more than you can ever know. I want you in my mouth…I want to taste you…I want to lick the first drop of your desire away. I want to suck you so deeply. I want you to pull out of my mouth, I want you throw me on my back and thrust into me… deeply. I want you everywhere…I want you where my fingers are right now…I want you to lick away the sweetness from my fingers. I want you where I could never have imagined. I want you…I simply…want you. | | 9:21a |
Monday, February 18th, 2008
Time Event
7:28a
“If there ever comes a day when we can't be together keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever”
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10:53p
I am YOUR pet, YOUR plaything, YOUR student, YOUR lover. I will come to YOU...fully ready, to completely SUBMIT, to YOU, SIR K.
Please beckon...soon.
And of course... as you know...I am wet! | | 9:22a |
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008
Time Event
3:58a
Could you feel me? Could you smell me? Could you feel my mouth around you?
I took him into my mouth, but it was YOU that I was pleasuring! I closed my eyes, I licked the first drop of YOUR desire away, I sucked...deeply, but not as deeply as YOU like, because alas...it was not really YOU. That is a treat, saved for YOU, only YOU!
He pulled away...he wanted to be inside of a different wetness. He wanted to be between my legs...he wanted to plunge into the place I was touching, I was stroking. I climbed on top of him. I took him into me. He came quickly...I did not. Not until much later, when I slipped out of my bed...when I crept down to MY cave...when I stroked my nipples, when I pulled them, twirled them between my fingers...when I stroked the heat between my legs...when I slipped my fingers into that heat...when I thought of YOU...when I asked YOU...May I cum for YOU...SIR ? YOU answered...yes, you may cum...for ME.
I did...Thank YOU, MASTER...it was good!
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6:59a
Imagine…3 days, 3 evenings, of flirtation…with all your other girls. I won’t mind. I would love to see you work your magic with the ladies. Ignore me…stay focused on all the south has to teach you. New ideas for your work, stimulating conversations with your professional counterparts…relaxing meals with your lovely ladies…but later…deep into the night…when everyone else is asleep, your true work begins…
The teacher…his student…learning the art of complete and total submission…Imagine…
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9:36p
I came hard for him tonight. I could hardly make it home. I was actually in agony all afternoon.. desperate to find some relief...desperate to quiet the intensity of my desire for him.
Just when I think, OK...I have survived this day...this day is as bad as it will ever be...I could never feel anything stronger than what I felt today, he takes it up a notch.
He asked me what I liked about his story.Yesterday, I was thrilled to anticipate his words. He uses his words like foreplay...He teases, entices, makes me long, makes me desperate to be touched...with his body...with his words. He plays my mind, just as he plays my body...he pulls me closer and closer to the edge...just when I think I will fall, he is there...to catch me!
I'm very sleepy. He exhausts me. My desire exhausts me, my mind exhausts me...can you understand my exhaustion?...so much going on in my mind...so much going on in my body...I need some sleep.
Before I can sleep there is one thing he must know...it could never be for anyone else. It is for him...only him. Never doubt that. | | 9:23a |
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008
Time Event
7:28a
He doesn’t realize my craving comes from so much more than the need for our sex. He doesn’t realize that I would lay with him, and love his softness…
My comfort comes, in being with him. His presence…when I know he is present for me, is as lovely as the feel of his tongue searching for mine. His smile…when it touches his eyes…like the shock of his fingers stroking my wetness…his voice…when the words are for me…like wave after wave of pulsating pleasure.
I would lay with him and love his softness…run my fingers through his hair...massage the worries from his brow…knead the tension from his shoulders… lick the world away from his body with my tongue. I would take his softness in my mouth and kiss his silky warmth. I would love the softness…
The weight of his softness would never be too heavy for me.
I would lay with him and love his softness.
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10:04p
I seem to have misplaced my glasses...can't see a thing! | | 9:24a |
Thursday, February 21st, 2008
Time Event
10:59p
I don’t want to desire him the way I do…I can’t believe I allow him to see how much I want him….but then again…it is not in my nature to be coy. I am not one to play games. I don’t want to ask things of him he is not willing or able to give, but I seem to do just that…time and time again. I do so wish he wanted to spend the time…we have so few moments, and the thought of passing up those delicious moments is very disappointing.
It is hard not to want …it is hard to not think of the magic…especially when it is fresh in my mind…
Last night, as the sweet juices we created left my body, I couldn’t help but feel sad. It was a reminder that the sweetness is only temporary…it is not really mine.
Not knowing when I would again feel that trickle down my legs, makes me loose any pride I have left…I hate how I ask things of him he is not able to give, yet I can’t help but to ask…come away with me? Please let me feel you inside of me for more than a moment…
Please rip the clothes from my body …render me unable to stop you… from doing whatever it is…YOU desire. Please…use me for your pleasure…for your pleasure is my pleasure. I so want to submit…to please…to show you the things I have gathered…to learn all you have to teach…to be frightened…to be thrilled.
Please…let me suck that beautiful dick …Do you know what a thrill it was looking over to see that lovely surprise? Do you have any idea how I wanted to pull over and take you into my mouth…to take you in any, and in ALL the ways you would allow me to take you…into me?
Please…take me over and over… make me so sore I can barely walk.
Please… make the south go down in flames! | | 9:25a |
Friday, February 22nd, 2008 Time Event 12:19a I want you to know that I am sitting here in the dark touching myself...so hot for you right now...I want to sneak into your cave...I know that is where you are right now...I see the room where you took me to such ecstasy...I feel the tingle in my nipples just imagining your fingers...those thick fingers...I knew when I looked at your hands I would have to have you one day...I never had those kind of thoughts before I looked at you. Do you know how badly I want you right now? Do you know what I am doing right now? Can you imagine how I am touching myself? My fingers do not satisfy like yours...they work so hard...stroking, reaching into my desire, trying to cool the heat...Can you feel my heat? Could you feel the pull when you sat behind me today? The pull is amazing... Touch yourself for me....I will feel the pull. (1 Comment | Comment on this) 11:52a Lazy morning...I woke up STILL so horny for you. I can't believe how wet I was. It amazes me how I want you...even in my sleep. What's a girl to do? Quiet house...empty bed...lots of delicious memories... I never knew a desk could be so inviting...What did you see in my eyes when I looked back at you? Do you know what I saw in your eyes? I saw the raw power of you... fucking...me. The intensity of your thrust was in your eyes. It was very hot. Was it hot for you? Did you like taking me over your desk? Did you like the possibility of being discovered... or do you just like knowing you can have me anywhere... anytime... in any way? This morning I indulged myself...I stayed in my bed and thought of you...I was so wet I couldn't keep my fingers from sliding off my clit...too wet not to share...I had to get my bunny out of his hiding place...mmmmm....not nearly as nice as you... I hope you don't mind...remember...imitation IS the highest form of flattery! I played for a long time...I wondered what you were doing? I pictured you with her...It was surprisingly hot...I would love to watch you fuck. I would love to see you thrust...I would love to see your power... I won't lie...I would rather FEEL you fuck ME , but I am learning...I can't always have what I want...or CAN I...please...maybe? If I promise to be very, very good? http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=63784 http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=90133 (Comment on this) 11:47p He asked…”What did you like about my story?” I don’t know why I couldn't answer him.The words would not come. Was it shyness? Considering the things I do with him, shyness hardly seems like a possibility. Was it fear? If so…fear of what… showing him too much, or admitting too much to myself? I don’t want to think about that tonight…instead I’ll tell you what I liked about his story. First of all, I loved the anticipation of the story…it was such a thrill to discover that I was actually going to be given the gift of his words. It filled me with pleasure all day. I loved having something to look forward to. He is such a sweet, sensitive man…his words… so kind, so thoughtful… And then…the words changed…the sweet man was still there, but there was another side…a dark, sexy, dominant side. His words thrilled me...frightened me...just like the man himself. I love to play his game…I love what he has chosen for me to be… an innocent. I am an innocent…but I am also a slut…I love to be HIS slut! Cover my eyes…bind my arms…rip the school girl clothes from my body, revealing the truth …the woman under those clothes who wants to submit to his every desire…his every fantasy, who shares his desires…his fantasies! She is desperate to learn all her master has to teach…she wants to be the teachers pet. How is it that I so easily succumb to him…I am a woman who has never submitted to anyone…how is it that I so eagerly, willingly, longingly, submit to HIM? How is it that I am filled with this exhausting desire, day, after day, after day? | | 9:26a |
Saturday, February 23rd, 2008
Time Event
12:05p
I am leaving now...I wish it was you...I am going to pretend it is... | | 9:27a |
Sunday, February 24th, 2008
Time Event
10:47a
I am swallowing what little pride I have left. I promise...this is the last time I will ask.
Please, come away with me? It is just for a moment...
They have a lifetime with you...I only ask for moments. Please...give me just a moment.
I promise...I will never speak of this again.
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5:39p
Sorry...I didn't mean for that to sound quite so desperate. You know I have a tendency toward the dramatic!
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11:01p
Would he like to hear about my day? Probably not…but I think I will share….perhaps my friend,
" indeliblyxplcit" will appreciate my diversity!
My afternoon began listening to the music of Bach, Beethoven, and Handel. As I listened to the children playing their violins, the passion of the music made me think of him…as the music flowed through the instruments... thoughts of him, flowing down his river. The crescendo of the music… water churning into rapids…
I couldn’t help but look around at all the parents. I wondered what their secrets were. Did they have any? Were their lives uncomplicated…simply being lived for their children? Were they happy…satisfied? Did they have secret desires?
All right, enough culture, enough longing…time for the basic pleasures of life.
Back home, kneading dough for my French bread, (I can always entice him with food). The feel of flour, yeast and water turning into dough beneath my fingers is quite erotic. Imagine, 3 simple ingredients, coming together to create something warm, delicious satisfying…mmmmmmmmm! This is a process that can’t be rushed. Your hands should be warm and covered in oil. Gently mix the ingredients…as they come together to form a ball... increase the pressure…over and over your hands press into the dough. Using the weight of your body, push down and away…then firmly fold the dough over and back toward you. The rolling motion of your hands creates a mound of smooth, elastic dough. This mound needs to be set aside to begin the slow rise that is necessary for the perfect end result.
Now the preparation for my Lentil soup…I sautéed bacon until the juices ran freely from the crispy meat. The smell of bacon made my stomach clench in anticipation of its deliciousness. I removed the bacon, added garlic, onions, carrots and celery in to the hot juices. When these ingredients reached their desired tenderness I added lush, red, ripe tomatoes, a variety of fragrant spices, fresh herbs, wine, and chicken broth. Finally I added the lentils which I had so carefully prepared. As each lentil passed through my fingers, I made sure every seed was clean and firm to my touch. It is important that these seeds be properly prepared so they may absorb the flavors of all the ingredients. The proper absorption of flavors creates a most pleasurable experience.
All of this preparation left me in a somewhat heightened state of awareness. I decided a road trip was in order. I had recently been told of an erotic store that might be of some interest to me. After looking into the background of this store I decided a visit to this place would not be too intimidating…after all a yuppie store, run by Lesbians couldn’t possibly be frightening! I was not disappointed. It was a very comfortable experience shopping with attractive, “normal” people, interested in enhancing the most basic form of pleasure.
After my successful shopping trip I came back home to my perfectly risen dough. I prepared the pan, placed the dough in the oven and anticipated the taste of fresh bread on my tongue. My simmering soup filled the house with delectable aromas. There was nothing left to do but make a nice salad, open a bottle of wine and…oh yes…hide my recent purchases. All in all, quite a successful day… | | 9:27a |
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Tuesday, February 26th, 2008
Time Event
11:22p
I am struggling tonight. I want him so badly I can’t even put these thoughts, these desires into words. The thrill of knowing that I will soon taste him has been my undoing. I don’t know that I can wait.
I need to feel him in my mouth…between my thighs…where I am so wet right now.
I need him to feel this burn.
I need to take hold of him…pull him into my mouth; lick his beautiful head, suck, slowly, pressure building…deeper and deeper… into my mouth…deeper and deeper…into my throat…
I need more…I need him to thrust into my wetness…deeper and deeper…harder and harder. I need him to take me out of this agony…Please Sir, may I cum?
I need him to make me feel this agony over and over. He does that so well…so easily.
I hope he rests well…he will need his energy. | | 9:29a |
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
Time Event
11:15p
I am so confused…after all I am the picture of refinement. I have always has a good sense of fun, but was ultimately a very proper woman. It’s not that I simply know how to behave properly... I am proper.
I would have been horrified to imagine anyone behaving the way I am behaving, but here I am. What’s worse…I am not as horrified as I should be. Sometimes I feel very embarrassed, but that has more to do with what I imagine he must think of me. I am not a tramp. I don’t know…maybe I am. I can’t justify this but; I really can’t help myself…
This craving, this desire, this obsession…whatever the hell it is…it’s bigger than me…stronger than me. I have totally given into this…unabashedly, willingly, completely. I know we both belong to other people, but at the same time we belong to each other. Our connection knows no bounds…we connect…mentally, physically…should we deny that? I’m sorry…but I can’t. (Maybe this is a spiritual experience. If it falls under the definition of spiritual, could it be considered a religious experience, and then could I be considered a martyr and ultimately end up in the New and Improved New Testament? Too much of a stretch?)
I struggled to go away on Saturday. I felt so dishonest, so disgusted with myself, knowing the man I was going to be intimate with, was not the man with whom I wanted to be intimate. I knew that although he was to have my body, he would not have my mind. That seemed like the ultimate betrayal…to both men. Sharing myself with one man while thinking of the other…I felt as though I was cheating on them both.
He wanted to know about Saturday? He couldn’t feel it? I was with him. I tried to stay in the moment but I kept slipping out. I thought if I had a little bit to drink I could relax enough to stay focused but I kept going back… to him. I could see him, but I couldn’t feel him. My body would not respond the way it does with him. Actually in a warped way, that made me feel better. I didn’t feel as though I betrayed him, and I know I pleased the man I was with. Don’t ask for the details…just know that I give myself to you…completely.
Do you know that simply looking into your eyes across a table can bring me close to orgasm? If you knew how close I was today just staring into your eyes…it was amazing. The things I do with you…I know I should feel ashamed…but honestly I don’t. I worry that you think I am a slut… if I am, I will accept that, but it is for you, only for you. Does that make me any less a slut?
I kept opening my eyes when I was in your car. I thought I could resist you if I could see with my eyes that we were not alone…in place where we could taste each other, enjoy each other. Listening to your voice telling me to touch myself, seeing you watch me, knowing how hard you were…it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Why am I so unable to resist you? I have to assume it’s because I am not meant to resist something so amazing. Do you know how much I wanted you tonight? Do you know that taking you into my mouth, tasting you, loving you would have been enough…even for my insatiable appetite? Do you know how much I love to pleasure you? Do you know that even though it is hard for me I would tell you what you want to hear? If I know that you would find pleasure in the details…well… the details are yours. Just ask, if that is what you want…
Do you know how amazing it felt to feel you thrust into me? It was like the first time I felt you…I can never get enough of you. I swear…I was not even a mile down the road and I wanted you again. I want you now. Before I sleep tonight I will again stroke myself…take my fingers and plunge them into your juices…I will ask, and I will cum hard, knowing I am touching something that is yours…knowing that I carry your pleasure…your release.
I went out tonight…I bought a little something… I will wear it tomorrow. It will be wet. | | 9:30a |
Friday, February 29th, 2008 Time Event 8:25a Did he come hard for her? She wanted to send him something lovely to help him come, but nothing was worthy of him. She wants to bring him pleasure in all ways. She wants him to have the same the delicious pleasures he gives her. She wants him to get lost in pleasure, and be able to go to that pleasure at any given moment...just as she can...just as she does. (Comment on this) 9:19a Mmmmmm...I found something! I hope you enjoy this...I so want your pleasure...Sir! http://www.sextails.com/sex-stories/publish/My_slave.shtml | | 9:31a |
Saturday, March 1st, 2008
Time Event
11:38a
I feel the need to share…to tell SOMEONE about the extraordinary restraint I am showing today. Mere mortals would never be able to show such restraint! For this reason, and this reason only, I feel the need to share. After all, when such an astonishing feat is being accomplished, it is news worthy!
He is alone…in that big bed…a fire burning…snow falling outside his windows… He is beautiful…inside and out. He takes me places NO ONE else, HAS ever, COULD ever, take me. We go to these magical places together. There are no words to describe the heights of passion we experience. There are no words to describe the longing I feel for him…so anyone reading this should appreciate the depth of my discipline! I am not being vain when I say a lesser person could never manage the level of restraint I am showing. A lesser person would be too weak…they would be on their way to him…but not me…I am showing him the amazing ability I have to wait…until he beckons.
Perhaps later I will describe what I would do to him in that bed… In the meantime, I think I shall finish gathering for my MASTER!
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11:42a
I feel the need to share…to tell SOMEONE about the extraordinary restraint I am showing today. Mere mortals would never be able to show this restraint! For this reason, and this reason only, I feel the need to share. After all when such an astonishing feat is being accomplished, it is news worthy!
He is alone…in that big bed…a fire burning…snow falling outside his windows… He is beautiful…inside and out. He takes me places NO ONE else, HAS ever, COULD ever, take me. We go to these magical places together. There are no words to describe the heights of passion we experience. There are no words to describe the longing I feel for him…so anyone reading this should appreciate the depth of my discipline! I am not being vain when I say a lesser person could never manage the level of restraint I am showing. A lesser person would be too weak…they would be on their way to him…but not me…I am showing him the amazing ability I have to wait…until he beckons.
Perhaps later I will describe what I would do to him in that bed…In the meantime,I think I shall finish gathering items for the next time…for my MASTER!
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2:29p
While you are waiting to hear what I have planned for your entertainment, I thought I should cook for you.
Imagine you've come in from the slopes, your cold, a little tired and hungry so I help you out of your clothes, rub your chilled feet, slip on some warm sweats, a T-shirt, and hand you a glass of wine I have poured for you. While you sip the wine, I ladle some hot soup I have prepared... cream of mushroom...very light, but very satisfying. I think the soup, and a piece of crusty French bread should hold you until dinner.
You look sleepy...I suggest you go to your special room where I have put on some soothing music to lull you into sleep. I follow you up the stairs, lay you down, cover you up and kiss your brow. I kneel at your head and stroke your face, your neck, your shoulders...before long your breathing has slowed and you have fallen into a restful sleep.
I quietly leave you to attend to the meal I have planned for. I pour myself a glass of wine and begin my preparation. I have decided on grilled salmon, homemade tartar sauce, (I've noticed you like that) ratatouille and potato's anna. I rub the salmon with a little olive oil, squeeze the juice from a lush lemon and sprinkle some fresh dill over the steaks. I set the salmon aside to peel and thinly slice the potatoes. I layer them in a pie pan, sprinkle some fresh ground sea salt, black pepper and drizzle a tiny bit of melted butter over the potatoes. I place them in a hot oven to cook until they are tender, but crispy. Now on to my ratatoille...I slice my zucchini and eggplant into nice chunks and place into a casserole dish. To the vegetables I add red, green and yellow peppers, crushed garlic cloves and fresh basil. Nothing left to do with this dish but add it to the oven with the now sizzling potatoes. While I am waiting, I make up your tartar sauce...a bit of mayo, lemon juice, chopped gherkins, capers, fresh parsley, and chives make a delicious sauce for the salmon. I so hope you enjoy your meal...
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6:32p
The only thing left to do is put the salmon on the grill…I want to let him sleep a bit longer so I will wait. I stare out the window, sipping my wine, thinking about our night together. I am so hot with the thoughts of what I will do, what we will do. I can’t help but reach down my sweater and gently touch my nipples. It is amazing how hard they are with just the thought of him. I begin to gently stroke first one, then the other. Before long I can’t seem to fight the need to pinch, and pull. God, I am wet…I really want to wait, to save up for tonight but I can’t…I reach down, unbutton my jeans, then unzip to gain better access. Oh I am so wet…My fingers slide across my clit, oooh that feels so good. I rub, and rub my swollen spot, mmmmm that’s nice. As usual I feel the need to have something inside. Just as I am ready to go over to the sofa to continue my play, I feel his breath on my neck. Damn…I’ve been caught! He is so quiet…he can enter a room without a sound. He says nothing, just looks sternly into my eyes and asks, “What are you doing?” I am ready with excuses but he stops me before I can speak. He grabs me, pulls me toward him and plunges his tongue into my mouth. It is delicious... his tongue continues to plunge into my mouth, licking sucking. Just as quickly as he started kissing me, he stops. He says, “Is that not worth waiting for? Again I start to make excuses but he silences me. “I will not punish you…yet. I am hungry…I see you have prepared a meal for me.” I have Sir… please sit and let me bring you some wine while I finish preparing the food.
I am relieved…perhaps the food will make up for my indiscretion. I pour the wine, take it to him and go back to put the finishing touches on his meal. | | 9:32a |
Sunday, March 2nd, 2008 Time Event 1:45a He looks relaxed…the meal was a success. Perhaps now I can satisfy this desire that has overwhelmed my body. The last of the dishes have been put away. I suggest we sit in the hot tub and enjoy the beautiful night. The snow that has fallen earlier in the day is glistening in the moonlight. The air is cold, but still. I change into my suit…he strips down to nothing. I grab the remaining wine and we settle into the heat. The water envelopes my body, relaxing the tension I have been holding as a result of the intense desire. I slip out of my suit, slip under the water to look for my treat. MMMM…I am not disappointed. He is so hard…I hope it is for me. I pop out of the water and ask if I may kiss him. He is kind…he gives me what I need…his mouth on mine is heaven. I take his tongue into my mouth and suck… so good. I reach under the water and take him into my hand…I rub my fingers around the sensitive rim of his dick and form a ring with my thumb and middle finger. I can’t quite wrap my fingers around his thickness but I am able to apply enough pressure to bring that look to his eyes. The look that can bring me to the edge…the look that tells me he wants me. I want him out of the tub…I want him in that bed…He knows what I want. He rises out of the water…I follow his lead. I dry his body, and then mine. It is cold. We go into the house…into his bed…he is mine…for the moment…I love the moments… http://www.sexklip.net/videoplay.php?pic_id=160 (Comment on this) 10:57p 24 hours...I am impressed with myself...especially given the fact that I started to pack tonight. It was hard putting those 3 little outfits in my suitcase. 3 outfits you ask...when only one was requested? Well, I thought my master might enjoy some variety. I do so want to please my master... So wet...so hard to not touch... I must put this desire to sleep...Goodnight SIR! | | 9:33a |
Monday, March 3rd, 2008
Time Event
6:36a
NOW you decide to respond... knowing I read your words over and over...
I'll be good...anything worth having is worth working for!
I hate you!
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11:35p
The days were passing with excruciating slowness…she did not know what lay in store for her but she knew there was no turning back, she was out of her mind with desire.
She was an innocent when it came to sex…she had fooled around with her boyfriend…let him touch her breasts, play with her nipples. They had even begun to touch in other places… she had let him put his hands down her panties. It felt good, made her ache for more…but she wasn’t sure she wanted it to be with him…lately her thoughts were going to another.
The first time she saw her professor she felt an overwhelming attraction for him…she had never experienced anything like it in her life. Her mind was filled with thoughts she didn’t even realize she had any awareness of. She would try to focus on class, but her mind would play tricks on her. One moment she would be taking notes, the next she was imagining him coming up behind her, lifting her hair and kissing her neck. His hand would slide down her shoulder; reach for her blouse…slowly, one by one, unbutton it to expose her bra. His fingers would dip into that bra…he would fondle her breasts…gently at first, then more forcefully. His mouth would travel down to her nipples… sucking them into his mouth. He would remove his hands from her breasts and place them on her thighs…telling her to spread her legs. His thumb, rubbing the seam of her jeans would begin to cause her clit to tingle…He would sense that she was getting hot for him and unbutton her jeans…slide them down her legs. He would them slip his fingers into her panties… slowly, slowly sliding them over her bottom…revealing the desire she had tried to hide.
It was no wonder she received the failing grade on her midterms...was his invitation a chance to improve her grade , or something more... | | 9:33a |
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
Time Event
5:38a
Thank God... time to get up...another night finally over. How is it that the moments with him pass so quickly... without him...time stands still?
2 more days...I can do this...
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7:47p
She liked his story...the characters reminded her of them. The perfect blend...strong personalities coming together to make magic. She would have loved to have made babies with him...to have something of him inside of her for all those months would have been heaven. They would have made beautiful babies together... a piece of their hearts, joined together...forever!
She was very excited to go to HIM today..She had a toy she hoped he would enjoy! He seemed to like it...he was so cute...his eyes twinkled with mischievousness as he played with his toy...she enjoyed it doubly...
Seeing HIS pleasure...FEELING her pleasure...
As usual, she loved her time with him...he asked what she was most excited about... what she was most looking forward to...she couldn't pick...too many choices...too much excitement. Her answer now...time... the time will be wonderful...regardless of what they do. Curling up in his arms...sleeping beside him...bliss!
Playing their games...well, she can't really think about that too much! You see she is working very hard to keep her promise. Too much thought about their games makes it so very hard for her. She already went to hell and back this afternoon. Simply looking across a table at him stirs her desire...watching his mouth as he speaks...desire...feeling his hand on her nipple...she can't discuss this...too hard...have to stop.
She does hope he enjoyed their private time...she certainly did. After all, there is a limit to what he can expect from her...she can refrain only so much...to have him that close and not have him...IMPOSSIBLE...even for her...a woman of GREAT RESTRAINT!!!! | | 2:27p |
Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 9:04 am Happy Birthday! http://www.someecards.com/upload/birthday_n/youre_only_as_old_as_you_feel_while_getting_wildly_fucked.html How about I make you feel like you are 18 again, big boy? I really NEED to make you feel like you are 18...soon...REALLY SOON! It's been too long...way too long! I had my alarm set for 5:20. I was so excited, looking forward to talking with you this morning. I think I woke up every hour! It was a long night. Now, after hearing your voice...it's going to be a long day! Do you know how much I want to climb on top of you right now? I want to fuck you wildly! I am so horny I don't think I can make it through this day! Nothing will satisfy me but you, K. I really NEED you! (Comment on this) 1:22 am They were in California…her birthday gift to him. No one knew them…they didn’t have to hide their feelings, at least for a few days. It was heaven! They were staying in a beautiful little house overlooking the ocean… something she found on the internet. Lovely, quaint, private…very, very private! The days started sweetly… waking up in each others arms…slowly; gently, he would slip inside of her. What a perfect way to start the day! He would then drift back to sleep… he was very tired after their long, passionate nights. She had much more stamina, so she would get up, walk to the market, and then make him a lovely breakfast. The rest of the day was theirs to share… hiking, swimming, strolling through the town…making love on the secluded beach! She knew he needed time alone…she too liked having her own space, but he did not want to be away from her…he hung on her every word…couldn’t seem to get enough of everything, and anything she had to say! (Understandable, she is a fascinating woman!) Fabulous evenings...spent sharing good food, wine, and then leisurely strolls along the beach back to their hideaway. The nights, beyond anything you could imagine…their sex, like no other sex…they share a passion few, if any share… The heat between them…amazing! She desires him like no other…he takes her places she never knew existed. He is her master, her teacher! Thoughts of him start her juices flowing…the sight of him; the sound of his voice...well let’s just say, she has been insatiable since his first touch! They like to play…he is the master of games…she is just a novice…but very eager to learn…very eager to please. He has taught her much about herself through these games…awakened desires she never could have imagined. She loves his games, so imagine their nights. Uninterrupted time to play those games…time to savor all the delicious feelings…time to feel every inch of him inside her…time for her to be inside of him…to taste him with her tongue, to feel his pleasure as she gently pushes her finger inside of his tightness. Time to take him in her mouth…to suck him deeply into her... to hold him…time to properly wish him a very Happy Birthday! (Comment on this) Monday, March 24th, 2008 1:08 pm California is very beautiful! San Diego is a nice city, but I prefer La Jolla! The town is incredible. Everyone is so nice…not at all superficial, even though there is an incredible amount of wealth. Its small town meets wealth… but handles it well. The people seem to have small town sensibilities….very friendly, open, really eager to tell you about fun places to go off the beaten path. They seem genuinely interested in listening…not just talking. The homes are gorgeous…but not glitzy… built to be a part of the landscape and capture its beauty…not stand out in it. A great mix of people... very outdoorsy…everyone is out doing something…the beach is incredible…there were scuba divers all over the place, surfers. Kayaking, hiking, and biking! Outdoor cafes all along the streets…adorable shops…multi generational…really cool old people…so you would fit in really well! The ocean is amazing…not the light blue of the Caribbean…more a dark turquoise…the cliffs overlooking the ocean are covered in beautiful plants & wild flowers. Evidently there has been more rain than usual this year, so the plants are exceptionally beautiful. When we kayaked, sea lions were swimming around us…so cute! We were literally able to paddle right up to them. OK…I must go enjoy the last day…hiking at Torrey Pines! (Comment on this) Sunday, March 23rd, 2008 6:50 pm Back from kayaking...I am in love! I know there is no comparison to your white water, but riding those waves was so exhilarating. Sitting on top of a wave, then feeling the drop as you are propelled into the rush of water...SEXUAL! Speaking of sexual experiences...I need one...in a bad way. Any chance you are willing to accommodate me...SOON! I think you should go to your hideaway next weekend...ALONE...and I think I should just happen to be in the area. Perhaps I could have a kayak lesson, along with a music lesson! Off to Hotel Del Coronado ( http://www.hoteldel.com/) for dinner. I wish you were here! I miss you! Sorry, I can't help it. You just have to appreciate my honesty as part of my charm! Oh...I know you are a man of few words, (AT LEAST WHEN IT SUITS YOU) but do you think when I come back from dinner I could at least see, I don't know, maybe two or three words? Thanking you in advance! Happy Easter! (1 Comment |Comment on this) Saturday, March 22nd, 2008 6:25 pm The daughter is catching me up on youth culture...funny site... http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/ (Comment on this) Friday, March 21st, 2008 7:17 pm Here in sunny California! Everyone is napping, trying to rest up from the early morning travel. I, on the other hand am writing to you...think I need therapy? I guess I should try to nap as well. We are going to the Gas Light District tonight! Looks like fun...Oh wait...I can't go to sleep. Mt St. Mary's is playing UNC! What a thrill that has to be for Mt. St. Mary's... I hope your week was good...in spite of the early stress! Happy 16th to Cory! Have fun at the circus...better you than me! OH, how is your thumb? (Comment on this) 12:04 am Professor, it has been two weeks since I started my lessons. Two long, agonizing weeks. Did I bring up my grade? I hope not, because I need you to see how much more I have to learn...how much more you have to teach. Don't you realize your student needs more lessons? I so need another lesson. (1 Comment |Comment on this) Wednesday, March 19th, 2008 9:05 pm God I am missing him terribly…I can’t believe I have to wait an entire week to see him! I loved hearing the sound of his voice yesterday…such an unexpected pleasure! I opened my email this morning to see pictures sent from one of my co-workers. The first picture in the album was of HIM. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I saw it. So many feelings all at once… the thrill and joy at seeing that face, sadness because I miss him so much, heart palpitations, because that is what happens when I look at him…tingling in my nipples, because they seem to be connected to my heart, a jolt in my stomach that I can’t begin to describe, and that damn pull between my legs… then the never ending wetness… it flows from me when I think of him. Needless to say, I had quite a long day at work. Home! Dinner made, dishes done, finally some time to myself! And now... here I am…missing him…hungry for him! I can’t wait to see him. I hope he is free for lunch on Wednesday. I have a little something for his birthday, which, I am sorry to say, I will miss! I hope he can make some time after work as well. There is a Happy Hour he has been invited to. Perhaps he will go for a bit; then make a little time for me...let me add a few more footprints, or take a few more records! Just thinking about the possibility is a bit more than I can take. A little relief! If he knew, he would say, “Tell me about it!” Sometimes I am more open than others…sometimes I am too embarrassed to tell him, or maybe because I share so much, I need to hold back a little…to protect myself from completely giving all to him. I don’t know…but sometimes the words just won’t come out. It’s easier here…his eyes aren’t penetrating into my soul. I don’t feel quite as vulnerable. So…I will tell you… no one was home. I went to my bed… took off my clothes… laid down and began to stroke, and then pull on my nipples. I wanted to touch the wetness, but I was trying to hold off…trying to get myself to a point of no return. You see, it’s getting harder and harder to cum without him…my body accepts no substitutions. I couldn’t wait any longer…I had to touch myself…to feel the silkiness…to find some relief. I stroked gently at first, then harder…I just could not get there…I sat up on my knees…looking in the mirror I took both hands… pulled and then twisted my nipples between my thumbs and two fingers. It felt good, but it was not his touch, not his breath on my skin, his lips on my mouth…I leaned back on my heels and began to stroke again…I put the back of my hand on my heel and raised two fingers…I imagined opening myself for him…taking him into me…I gently rocked back and forth, up and down, as though I held him inside of me…I took my other hand and stroked my clit…again, not him, but I have to learn to be without him. Finally, I made it over the hump…the shock waves of relief…then the sadness of having to wait… a week… an entire week! Please be in Dallas! I will look for you in the bar! (Comment on this) Tuesday, March 18th, 2008 9:32 pm Let me catch you up! You will enjoy this! We went to dinner Saturday night with some friends. Our plan... to go to a little spot in Canton...Jack's Bistro. No reservations...too long of a wait. Someone suggested Helen's Garden! I said Nooooo, I would rather go somewhere else. The majority ruled...Helen's Garden it was. My thought process...Oh my God, please don't let the same waitress be working...Oh, I'm sure even if she is, she won't recognize me. I was imagining the scene. "Princess" (our waitress the other day) would be there. She would wait on the table...she would make eye contact with me...recognition would set in...she was a woman scorned...her significant other had recently left her for another woman...she wanted to make someone pay for her heartache...I was that person...she would announce to everyone that I had been there for lunch a few days ago. She would share the experience with the table....I was with a very hot man..the chemistry between us had been unmistakable...the air crackled with electricity...something was going on under the table but she didn't know what ...she left us alone to give us some privacy...that had not been enough...she watched as I followed the man into the bathroom...that man was not at the table tonight... By the time we got to the restaurant I was a wreck...we walked in...my worst fear realized... just kidding...she wasn't working! So, tomorrow I am having lunch with the other, other woman! We have to prepare for an upcoming staff meeting. She requested sushi...excuse me, but the woman hates sushi. She always complained about two certain gentlemen and their love of the raw! She acknowledged this change...said she has developed a taste for sushi recently! ASIAN BY INJECTION? See, don't you miss my rambling? Goodnight...I miss you! (Comment on this) Monday, March 17th, 2008 11:14 pm They talked for hours, both ignoring the fact that they had missed their flights. He was the first to acknowledge the situation. He asked if she wanted to try to catch the next available flight...she said," No, I have another plan." She walked to the information desk, spoke to an attendant, took out her cell phone and made a call. As she walked back toward him he felt himself get harder than he had ever been in his life. It was though his dick had turned to marble. He was in pain, he wanted her so badly. She seemed to sense this. She took his hand, walked him out of the terminal, and to a waiting taxi. Not a word was spoken. As soon as they got in the cab she pulled him toward her, took his face in her hands, and kissed him with such passion it took his breath away. Her tongue was like fire in his mouth. She was hungry for him. She couldn't get enough of him. She sucked harder and harder, pulling him deep into her mouth. Suddenly, she pulled away, and looking deeply into his eyes, began to unbuckle his belt...her fingers moving quickly to unbutton, then unzip. She pulled her eyes away from his gaze, and looked down to see the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. She was overwhelmed with desire. She needed to take him into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his thick, hard, cock, and took him into her with such hunger he felt as though she would swallow him alive...MMMMM....heaven! (Comment on this) Sunday, March 16th, 2008 7:25 pm Do you know how I loved waking up beside you? Do you know how perfect it was to feel you slide into me? It was so easy, so natural... as if that is how we started every day. (Comment on this) 1:41 pm I realized something I've known for a while, but somehow today, I felt it fully. I completely comprehended my feelings. Other than the love I feel for my children, I have never felt such unselfish love for another person. Oh, I want him to myself, but I want his happiness more. I miss him when he is not with me, but I do feel better thinking he is happy and enjoying himself. I have such a dichotomy of emotions...joy; sorrow...such confusion. What is so totally clear and completely out of my control...I must have him in my life, regardless of the pain, conflict. I hope he feels the same! (Comment on this) Friday, March 14th, 2008 10:07 pm Lunch was nice... Thank you! I so love spending time with you. I'm sorry if I overstepped. I just nee | |