4.28.2016: Sinful



On my knees I waited. It seemed to be that I’d never earn his touch. I knew that he was nearby because his scent drifted to me with every breeze from the open window. My eyes were shielded by the thick material that he’d placed around my head to cover just my sight. Even then, I’d been deprived from his touch. I’d whined but he continued going about his way. The leather restraints were lined with the smoothest material and the only caresses that I’d endured.

I wore only a red sheer sheet that covered everything but left nothing to his imagination. Why was red chosen? Not because it was his favorite color but because I looked sinful to him in it. The kind of sin that drew people back to it repeatedly, that’s what he always said. I was happy to know that wherever he was, he was struggling just as much as I. That is what gave me the strength I’d sought. I rested back on my heels just before griping my restraints and lowering my top half to the floor with my hands in front of my head. There, I waited.

I heard the hiss from his lips and my swollen with need cunt began to throb essentially. More dripping nectar displayed just how badly I wanted him. He approached me slowly, so slowly that my nipples tightened in anticipation. Ached. When he finally reached me, he lifted my head until I met his lips. He took from me what I desperately gave, abusing my lips with his frenzied kisses. Reveling in his attentions, I whimpered needing his touch more than I could ever explain. His hand found my neck and griped it, pulling me to my feet. I followed being led more so by his lips and hold than any reality.

His hand parted my thighs, his fingers my folds. He groaned into my mouth feeling just how much I needed him. He pulled on my clit, spanked it, and pinched it. My legs went weak but his hold on me kept me from falling. Again, he repeated his actions until my cunt was so sensitive that each action pulled me further under his command. I trembled, distraught and painfully aware of how close to the brink he was drawing me. He griped my cunt in his hand, holding on to me while he spanked my ass until it too was tender. My hands rested against his chest and my head was thrown back in exotic misery.

I was shifted and sat on top of a hard surface. The sheer material was pulled from me awakening the skin in its path. I sat awkwardly, a bit drunk until I felt his mouth around my nipple. I groaned loud and he teased and taunted it until its peek was stiffened. When his lips were removed I felt a bite replacing it. I squealed and squirmed trying to fight the clover from its hold. The firm slap against my thigh stilled me. I felt the other nipple as he pulled it into his mouth. It was hard to enjoy it as much knowing what was to come but the sinister bastard was prepared for that. He sucked and pulled my nipple with his teeth drawing my aroused state to the front of my mind.


I wreathed against him panting. Just when I thought I’d tip the scale, he removed his mouth and attached the second clamp. It took everything in me not to squirm. He pulled the connecting chain and the tears spilled forth. The space around my nose allowed them to stream. I felt his warm tongue as he licked my tears from my lips before they reached the crease of my lips. He groaned in approval before placing the chain between my lips for me to hold.

I shook harder and hoped that I could remain still. He pulled me from the table and then bent me over it. I raised my head pulling my nipples unintentionally, wincing. I had no time to recover as he entered me hard and in one go. My orgasm reemerged and rode me hard. I held on tightly hoping to last. My ponytail was grabbed and pulled at the same time that his hand wrapped around my throat. My orgasm ripped through me and I lost conscious thought of anything as pain and pleasure filled me. I gripped my hands into fists that would probably leave bruises, my nails drawing blood. I flew, riding the endorphins and the clouds that distorted my sense of reality for who knows how long.

Strong hands massaged my muscles, I moaned wondering if this is what heaven was like. I struggled to open my eyes but I felt my lips being pulled. I opened for a kiss and tasted him along with something chocolate coating his tongue. I moaned trying to get more. The combination was wicked and I knew now what he meant about being sinful.

“More.” I begged when he pulled away.

He chuckled. “My ravenous girl.”

I nodded and waited. I wasn’t disappointed when he kissed me again. When I realized my hands were still cuffed, I put them around his neck locking him in place. He chuckled against my lips and rolled on top of me. I moaned in approval. Sinful!


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4.25.2016: Spank Me


Inspired by: Masturbation Monday


Spank Me

The angle was all wrong, there wasn’t enough bite, and my frustration was making the moment cold. The sigh that escaped my lips sounded just as defeated as I felt. I turned the vibe off and sat down on the bed that I’d been arched over in a sour mood. I’d tried to create the same high that I’d experienced with Him and it fell flat. The spanking wasn’t the same. I growled and turned suddenly when I heard chuckling behind me.

“How’d that work out for you?” I glared at Him and then without a second thought it transformed into a pout.

“That won’t help you either.”


“No buts… you know how I feel about brats.”

I sat quietly toying with my hair.  I looked up to see him looking at the vibe on the bed. I blushed and looked away.

“What exactly were you doing?”

I knew modesty and lies would get me nowhere. I looked him dead on and spoke. “I wanted to be spanked while masturbating but when I tried it, it didn’t feel the same as when you do it.”

He chuckled. “Poor girl. And you didn’t ask me to join because…?”

“You were busy.”

“Bend over.”


“Bend. Over.” His command registered in all the right places.

I bent over slowly and put my ass toward him, holding on to the railing. He took his time sliding his fingers over my body. I relaxed into his caress closing my eyes.

“Turn your vibe to the highest setting. You’ll have to your count of 20 to come. You will count off every spank. If you lose count, no orgasm.”

I groaned and grabbed the vibe. I placed it on my clit on the highest setting. I began moving it over my lips and folds awakening my cunt fully.

“Hold on, wetness.”

I prepared myself but when that first strike was delivered it was more than I’d imagined. I gasped as the pain radiated into please.

“Are we ending so soon?”

I whimpered. “1, Sir.”

“That must have been good. We know how much you hate Sir.”

More strikes landed. “2, 3, 4, 5, 6!”

My cheeks were aching and I still had 14 more to go. The vibrator slid over my cunt through my dripping folds. This was what I needed. I moaned riding the vibrator and bucking against it. His hands wrapped around my throat and I shivered. I closed my eyes zoning everything out but him.

“7, 8, 9, Mmm… please. 10, 11, 12 oooooh!”

I pressed the vibe harder against my clit and the pain from the over-stimulation made me spiral into a fit of orgasms.

His hand was waiting. “13. 14. 15.” I panted. Must. Keep. Counting.

“16. Sir! 17. 18. 19.” I ground out through clenched teeth.

“YES! 20!” I screamed. I collapsed dropping the vibe from my cunt. The spasms shook every cell in my body making me a babbling, moaning mess.

I cuddled my pillow and let my body process as it may. I hummed in relief.

He crawled in bed next to me pulling me into his arms. I snuggled closer welcoming his embrace.


I cooed in response. “Yes.”

“Good. Next time…” He paused.

“Next time I’ll ask.”

“Good girl.”

4.21.2016: And Then There Was Eight



And Then There Was Eight

The room is huge. Almost the size of the entire building. People are arranged all over the room doing whatever filthy things that their minds have conjured up. When I say filthy, I mean it in the most complimentary of ways. But I’m not focused on those people. I am sitting in a corner that gives me the vantage point that would make photographers jealous. I am in a red plush Swingrest that’s shaped like a tear drop. It’s large enough that three others could sit with me but I’m lying across the center focused on three couples surrounding me.


The first couple is a man and woman. They are delicious separately but together they downright sinful. I watch as his head moves rhythmically between her legs as he licks her expertly. It can’t be anything but expert because she’s moaning, arching, and begging for more. He keeps her on the brink, teetering on the edge of insanity.

The second couple is two women. One woman is sitting at an angle feeding her breast to the second woman who is multitasking. She is sucking and fingering the first woman that is trying to hold herself up with one hand. There is a bead of sweat that is making its way down between her breasts that I want to lick but I don’t interfere.

The third couple is now a trio. The woman is sucking off a man in front of her while the second guy is inside her from behind. The woman kisses up the body of the man she was once sucking and ends at his nipples. The pre-cum dripping from his shaft only speaks of how turned on he is. A display of appreciation of the good job that she’s done.

While aroused, the scene is more like a movie that has you wondering how it’ll end. My mind wandered off a bit but when I heard slaps my interest peeked and I turned towards the two women. The woman that was once being fingered was now on all four. Her body was different, more alive. She closed her eyes and I could see the appreciation on her face as her partner paddled her with the leather studded paddle in her grip. She faced me and I could see the pain pulling her further into the moment. Unable to pull my eyes away, I watched as the passion between them grew with each strike. She panted and I could feel my own temperature rising. I parted my legs pulling my white dress over my hips exposing my thighs. I spread them and stroked my moistened folds.

I glanced over at the trio to see her riding both men. I watched as both hard members went in and out of her. With one man’s fingers in her mouth, all three entrances were filled and she loved every minute of it. The man inside of her cunt was creating the most intoxicating sounds as he pounding inside of her audibly wet tunnel. I bit the side of my lip as my clit drummed in need.

A loud groan pulled my attention to the male-female couple. He had his hands fisted in her hair and ruthlessly fucked her mouth. She held on to his thighs shivering. Every once in a while, he would smack her face and she would moan loudly. It was hard to explain how erotic and non-harmful the smacks were. It was the most degrading-loving thing I’d seen. You could tell that she was close to having an orgasm but something told me that she wasn’t allowed. The denial was powerful and pulled me further into their scene. I dipped my fingers inside and closed my eyes at how good they felt. I slowly explored each and every curve as I twisted my fingers inside of me. My chest rose and fell in quick succession as I fell victim to my own torments.

I used my free hand to reach into the top of my dress, pulling my breasts free from the confines of my bra. I pinched and pulled my nipples setting my body ablaze. I moaned freely appreciating the knowledge of my own body’s needs. I slipped my arms from the straps of the dress and bra giving myself more space. I shivered as the need to be fucked rocked my core. I felt a kiss on the inside of my knee and I melted into the cushions. Another kiss was placed on my thigh as my nipple was sucked into a hot suckling mouth. I arched my back then I felt kisses on my hand before it was pushed away from my sopping cunt.

I whimpered for more and my request was met by another nipple being sucked at the same time as the other. I whined unable to open my eyes, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My legs were spread and I felt my entrance spread by a thick erection. My cunt was fed inch by inch while my clit was sucked. Little kisses rained down my sides and lastly my mouth was taken. Another cock breached my lips and I opened willingly. When my hair was pulled, I moaned into him. I knew just who he was and that he would use my mouth for his enjoyment.

I trembled in exotic euphoria but I didn’t want it to end too quickly. At some point my dress had been lowered to my hips and I felt mouths sucking at my sides. I was about to object when my mouth was fucked ruthlessly at the same time that my cunt was used just as relentlessly. My first orgasm was riding me and I closed my eyes trying to channel it into submission but my clit was sucked hard making me buck as it took over my body. I tried to recover but the two men never let up. The kisses all over my body turned to hard sucking eliciting bouts of pain that heightened my experience. I gagged a few times causing my oral seeker to pull out and back in. Growls echoed around me and I was powerless to do anything except take. I opened my eyes to see the man from the trio inside me. The one that had been inside of the woman anally was still fucking her as she sucked my nipple. Her teeth pulled and I gasped and then moaned. The two women were on the opposite side, one on my nipple, one at my clit. I hummed as the woman nipping my hip reminded me that she was present too.

I closed my eyes thinking that the sensory overload would prevent another orgasm until I felt teeth pulling at my clit lightly but precisely. Passion flooded all of my senses and everything came alive at once. The second orgasm hit quickly and the third was right behind it. The men filling me bucked and panted letting me know just how close they were. The first to cum was the one in my mouth. He pulled out before he erupted and his partner was there instantly to milk him dry. The room dimmed and then brightened as the third orgasm shook me to the core. Tears rolled down the side of my face when more spasms followed. I gripped the sheet underneath me afraid to let go. Sparks flew behind my eyes and I knew I was flying. I drifted welcoming the endorphin rush to take over.


When I could focus and all of my energy was spent, I opened my eyes to see seven bodies around me just as taken by the moment. I closed my eyes letting the high take me where it may and I flew.

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4.19.2016: Not Love 101


Not Love 101

Today has been spent discussing various degrees of love and relationships. Discussing affairs of the heart isn’t my strong suit if you are looking for a “How to 101” guide. But when it comes to experience, I’ve got that in aces. My issue has never been finding love. It’s learning to keep love or maintaining it. That lesson was one that my heart missed out on. I am truly a romantic, but everyone has their limits. Unfortunately, mine has caused me to be resistant to it recently. I’ll explain.

I know that when I fall for someone, it’s usually hard and fast. I stopped asking why a long time ago. I enjoy being in love. I enjoy relationships of all variety, by this I mean with family and making friends. Love is no exception. I’m naturally a social butterfly despite my quirkiness, or maybe “in spite” is a more apt description. So finding people to love is never the issue. It’s the quality of love that is.

I need the kind of love that understands my needs and works to meet them. Not because they have to, but because they want to. It’s necessary for me to feel the other person’s presence even when they aren’t around because they care. Respect for my ideas, wants, needs, and desires even if they aren’t shared in view. Communication should be a given, but it too has to be discussed. Feeling valued by the other person seems excessive in the list because it’s a summary of the previously mentioned list. To me it has its own set of purpose here. Value can’t be learned, coaxed, or taught. It’s something that either depreciates with the experience of the relationship or grows into something beyond measure.

Every heartbreak comes with a lesson and you can choose to ignore it or embrace it fully. My theory is that for every time you ignore a particular lesson, you have to learn it at a greater expense. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m guarded. The tutorial was missed or ignored subconsciously. Either way, the exposure to the smaller lessons weren’t completely dismissed. (I keep separate bank accounts, thank you very much for that lesson. lol) I try to grow and walk away a better woman. I also make sure to spread the word. (Seriously, having your own bank account is always wise. J)

Lately though, I have to wonder how I’m supposed to approach love. I’ve been hurt too many times not to deflect away from cupid’s arrow. Running seems easier and comes at a lower price. Or does it? How do I know that I haven’t already passed by MY love on the street? How do I know if I had it in my grasp but let it go because I didn’t fight hard enough? Did they fight hard enough? Were my needs dismissed? Were theirs? Is the person reading the words on your screen them (No, I’m not flirting! Maybe.) Are they minutes away? States? Countries? Planets? (Okay, not really but you get my drift. J)

More importantly, though I’m guarded and hopeless, I’m still open enough to explore my issues. Everybody comes with their own set of baggage. You either find somebody to help you unpack it and wear it proudly or you zip it up and move on to the next destination. What most people want, at least in my fantasy world, is the first option. You have to know when to unzip and when to buckle back down. I’m still looking for that person that wants to share their baggage with me. Maybe we can buy a matching set to make it more fun and organized. This isn’t an ad but a very long letter to the broken hearts to say, “Love is out there and together we can conquer it one post at a time.”

A very dear friend asked me to share this today and I have. Who knows what may come of it. Maybe it’ll inspire stories. Maybe it’ll inspire questions about coping. Maybe this is wasted space. Maybe I’m asked for advice on the color palette that you should choose for your kitchen. Either way… my Comment Section below and Email are always open! Until next time… Welcome To My World!

4.18.2016: The Way He Likes It


Inspired by: Masturbation Monday

The Way He Likes It

I sat my things down on the table and walked up the stairwell to my room. Just as I reached the top, I heard moans coming from my bedroom. Approaching the door, I saw Him on the bed. Legs spread, hips thrusting, and his hand pumping at his cock. His grip was strong and unrelenting as he pleasured himself.

There were growls, moans, and even groaning echoing through the room. I said nothing as I disposed of my shirt, dropped to the floor out of sight, and crawled over to his spread legs. I kissed his thighs before sucking his sac into my mouth. A loud hiss was my reward and I continued licking and sucking. I twirled my tongue around the base of his shaft watching his hand move faster.

When I heard panting, I slid my hand over his to catch his rhythm. He removed his hand and I took over. I jerked him the way he loves it. With a tighter grip, long strokes, and my tongue meeting the top of my hand to lick the tip. His cologne perfumed the air, accompanied by lust and desire. My need to pleasure him overrode the throb between my own legs. Watching him always aroused my body, but I had no plans to sate the building need. I was focused on him.

His pants drew my attention to him. It was my cue that he was close. He gripped the sheets at his side and my strokes shortened, moving from the middle of his cock to the end. I leaned forward and sucked the sensitive vein underneath. Strangled cries filled that room and I continued eagerly. His lungs wouldn’t fill quickly enough or fast enough. He gasped for air needed it to center himself.


The one word affected him deeply, prompting jets of cum to rain on my shoulder, hand, and neck. I milked him until his hips stopped seizing and his hand released the sheets. I leaned upwards and looked at his content face.

“Good girl.” He said smiling.

I nodded, stood, walked off to wash, and came back to him passed out in bliss. I kissed his hips softly and headed to make dinner, riding a satisfied high.

4.14.2016: To Move, Or Not To Move


To Move, Or Not To Move

I stood looking inside the room that was deemed His. The office was organized in an “I know where everything is” kind of way. There were notes, pens, highlighters, and such lying about; just where he’d left them when I’d crawled in here last night. I’d had the thought to crawl up to his lap and give him the perfect distraction. My lips wrapped around his shaft, the perfect solution. As always, when things got heavy, we moved from the office into other quarters of his apartment. There was one rule that stood out more than any others. “Don’t move my stuff.” Little did he know I itched to move everything half a centimeter to the right.


I looked toward the bedroom and heard silence. My feet were glued to the spot but I knew that if my plan was going to work I would have to act quickly. I put my foot down over the threshold and my anxiety turned into productive adrenaline giving me the boost that I needed. I stood in front of the desk and the grin on my face was just as wicked as I felt. I reached out to move the ink pen in front of the monitor and when no booby-traps were activated, I squealed inside. I proceeded to shift things over when I heard a throat being cleared. I paused turning my head slowly to see Him in the doorway, leaning on the door-frame. I bit the side of my lip and then looked down to see the stapler that I was about to move.


The warning was a direct stimulant to my clit. I licked my lips nervously and looked over at him as I slid the stapler over from its original post. I then moved the keyboard but before I could reach the monitor, he was pressed up behind me. I groaned feeling the rush of the moment. His hand snaked up my body, parting the bathrobe that I was wearing. My breathing was heavy, labored. Anticipation of his next move kept me on edge. His other hand caressed my neck before he wrapped it around my throat holding me.

I swayed overwhelmed by Him. My heart raced but my breathing slowed, hallowed as he applied pressure. My hand moved knocking something to the floor and the growl that I heard vibrated through the room. Air hit my ass just before two blazing spanks were delivered in quick succession. I moaned needing more. More of Him. He bent me over the desk, spreading my legs, and entered me quickly. I heard another growl and grunt before he spanked me again. I trembled already on edge.

“You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“No.” I admitted.

“And now you’ll pay the price.”

I clamped my muscles around his shaft fighting back in my own way.

“Harder.” He grunted.

I did, unable to deny him.

“That’s my fuck-doll.”

I moaned loud as my body trembled. I shook hard. Not able to withstand the spasms I held onto the desk, supporting me. My legs were shaky and my vision blurred losing focus.

“No, no, no… Not until I tell you to come.”

I whined knowing that I’d hold it as long as I needed to. I could. I knew I would. But things got complicated when he spanked me hard and long just before he began moving inside me. I couldn’t tell you where one pleasure began and one ended. I didn’t know if the orgasm riding me was being held at bay or if it was coursing through me to completion. The one thing I could tell you was that I was His and for however long it took I granted the use of my body.

Loud growls, grunts, and strangled moans were like music to my ears causing me to lose even more focus on reality. He was finding pleasure in my submission in the same way that I found it from his dominance. The experience was exhilarating and as my high faltered a bit, I knew that my orgasm was still at bay, painfully waiting for one command.


“You want me to come for you?” He asked hoarsely. Sarcasm dripped from every word.

“Please!” I needed him to come just as badly as I wanted to.

There were no words that followed just his wild, bucking, hard, and deep strokes that grew shallow. Warmth flowed from him to me and I gripped the desk a little tighter. The lesson was obvious, but I had hope still as my body shook fighting back the orgasm that teetered on the edge. He withdrew from me and cum dripped down my thighs further marking me as his.


“Bad girls who move my things don’t get rewards, baby girl.”

I hung my head, knowing that he would retaliate. After a moment of recouping, I felt a warm cloth cleaning me. I smiled still floating a bit. I’d earned every bit of this and though I should be disappointed, satisfaction burned through me. I’d pleased Him with my body and myself with mischief. It was a win-win.

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4.8.2016: Declaration

This story was written for the Brain to Books Cyber Convention (B2B CyCon). Sit back, relax, enjoy, and Welcome To My World…



                I lay in bed, staring at the wall, wondering why I get myself into these situations. I looked over to find her getting dressed. I shook my head and rolled my eyes as shame and anger coursed through me. Yes, I’ve done it once again. Gotten my hopes up that today would be different. Today, she would see my worth and things would be picture perfect. I allowed myself the pleasure of watching her carefully put on her clothes. Every article of clothing was perfectly put into place as if I didn’t exist. Like I’d never touched her.

I heard my own moans echoing throughout my mind, ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes trying to shake the sound, instead I was transported back three hours. We laughed and talked on my couch about things that would never happen. She didn’t make promises to keep, yet I felt like she could. Should. I wanted her to confess her feelings for me so that I could come clean. Feelings that shouldn’t have festered had and there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do about it.

She leaned closer, laying her head next to my arm on the back of the couch. Her hand made lazy circles on my thigh and I felt every lazy swirl as if she placed it directly on my clit. It was hard to concentrate and the sexual tension in the room grew to a level that made it hard to breathe anything but lust. She reached up with her lips, connecting them with mine. All reason vanished, giving her the upper hand. She inched me backwards on the couch taking all that I gave plus more. She captured and invaded my mind, body, and soul. I was doomed and knew it.

Between the kissing, stroking of parts, licking and even fondling, I forgot that I was supposed to be protecting my heart. Reason kicked in to detour her plans, but then she bit the inside of my thigh causing me to shudder. I placed my hands behind her head bringing her to the spot that I desired to be touched the most. Clothes were disposed on the floor and the only thing that separated us from one another was air.

Her tongue divided my folds giving her access to the nectar stored there. She moaned her delight at tasting me. I knew how much she enjoyed it because she often expressed how bad she craved my sweetness. It made this moment more sensational, fulfilling. I lifted my hips to give her better access. She moaned loud and long while inserting her fingers inside me. It was now my turn to moan my pleasure to her. Fingers twisted, stretched, pulled, pumped, and stroked me into a frenzy.

“Did you miss me?” She asked.

I nodded trying to keep some semblance of respect for myself.

“How much?”

I sighed and her fingers moved deeper causing me to tremble with need. She wasn’t going to make this easy.

“Tell me how much you missed me.”

I held back not disclosing another word. But all that did was fuel her into making me pant, moan, and finally beg for release. My orgasm was mounting and the fear of her finding out just how much I cared for her drove me back into silence.  Her stubborn nature refused to let me hide away, so I turned my head, moaning into the couch. Her mouth closed over my clit at the same time that she twisted her fingers sending them deep inside of me.

“Yes!” I screamed.

“Now tell me how much.”

“So much!” I cried.

She pushed me right to edge of my orgasm and kept me suspended until she was ready to finish me off. My body shook and convulsed in shock of the generous amount of pleasure radiating through me.

“Tell me you’re mine.” She whispered hoarsely.

Tears conveyed how much of my heart was being exposed and how I felt about it. For her, this experience was purely sexual. To me it was about wanting to be loved and treasured by this one particular person. I wanted her feelings to be just as strong as mine were. I wanted her to end my misery and to claim me as hers. It was more than what would ever happen. It was more than she could ever comprehend. I was hopelessly in love with a woman who would never reciprocate the feelings that I had at the intense level of forever. I was a pawn that she used when she had not another left. This was the way that I tortured myself every time that she glanced in my direction. It was this small amount of pleasure that she would give to me that would keep me hanging on until the next time.

“Tell me!”

Her voice was commanding but there was no hiding the lust that rode her. She needed this just as much as I did. It was my job to make sure that she got everything that she could possibly want in my time with her. Despite the fact that she was incapable of demonstrating her feelings, I knew that on some level she needed me. A quick screw was something that she could get from anywhere, but the way that I gave into her was something that she couldn’t find anywhere else. Here with me, we made love. We both knew it. It started off hurried with lust but at some point before she left, emotions would flow without words. My body would show her how much I loved her. Her body would show me how badly she wanted to love me, but something prevented it. I didn’t have the power to unlock her heart so that the love would pour freely from her. It was locked away for another.

“I’m yours!” I screamed as I shattered into a million pieces.

Just as I knew, she put me back together with her kisses and how she tenderly stroked my body. When I could focus again, she led me to my room where she did it all over again. Slowly. Surely. The wild and ravaged torture slowed to something that tore at my heart. I was in too deep and didn’t try to block my feelings for her. It felt delicious as our skin caressed one another’s. Her lips touched every inch of my body leaving nothing untouched. Every plea was met by a quantum of worshipping that lead to more and more.

I was pulled out of my memories by her movement around the bed. I blinked knowing that I was moments from breaking down into a mess of emotions. I just had to hold it together for a bit more. She would be gone soon.

“Thank you.” She graciously told me.

I nodded unable to get the lump from my throat. She leaned down and kissed me thoroughly. It was her silent apology for not being able to be what I needed. Her seal on what she could give. I savored it and when she tried to pull away, I followed her dropping the sheet and exposing my body. I didn’t care about hiding it since she knew it better than anyone else in the world. My arms wrapped around her neck and she held my face pouring her emotions into me. Like each departing kiss, I felt that spark, that thing that she tried so hard for me not to feel. I held on to it and gave her more of me until I felt a surge of emotion coming from her. When it became too much for her to bare, she withdrew and nibbled my lips letting me know that it was time to bottle things back up. I closed my eyes letting her go. Immediately, I felt the loss and I stayed still, frozen in that spot. I touched my lips, still feeling the grazes of hers. I didn’t make another move until I heard the door to my home close.

I held my mouth trembling for another reason than I had hours ago. When I heard her car start and pull away, the flood gates opened allowing my heart to cry freely. I spoke the words that she would never hear loud and clear.

“I love you.” The declaration tore my soul to shreds and I collapsed onto the bed yearning to be loved back.

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4.11.2016: The Storm


Story Inspired by: Masturbation Monday

The Storm

There was something about it that always drew me to the window. I parted the soft thin drapes and watched as the drops of rain cried over the city. Each drop drummed its own tune on to each surface creating the song of storm. Thunder shook the moist air and lightening made its debut somewhere off in the distance lighting the sky in its path.

I sat for what felt like an eternity just listening and watching how the drops transformed the world into a wet mess of awe. Each time the thunder clapped, my nipples tightened as if feeling the strike directly. The cool breeze stroked my skin, leaving raised skin from the chill. I reached over to grab my sweater to distract myself from the liquid pooling, and I didn’t mean the rain. Ever since I could remember, I’d been a slave to the rain feeling it’s call. Today was no different. I was being disobedient, but I knew that I would pay the price.

The thunder roared at me and I stumbled backwards away from the window. I reached toward the curtain and lightening flashed brightly, pushing me back again. Another roar sent me backwards onto the bed and the wind blew fiercely uncovering my legs from beneath my skirt. Trembling in brazen lust, I untied my halter tank and threw it to the floor. The storm calmed a bit but the wind blew the curtain keeping it open.

My hands caressed my thighs as if they had a mind of their own while they put on a teasing show. The thunder rumbled low and menacing, warning me about stalling. My fingers slid into my panties and the long moan that rang free was appreciative. My fingers awakened nerves as it parted, caressed, and stroked. I was drenched and my cunt mimicked the sounds of the rain. The growling thunder warned me again, louder this time and I penetrated my heat.

The wind kissed my thighs, sucked my nipples, and forced shivers from my body. I twisted my fingers, pumped, caressed, stroked, ground my hips, clenched my muscles, and still I wanted more. Arching, the cool air nipped my folds pushing me closer to the edge while it pulled at the tips of each nipple. Lightening sparked and I panted in submission to the inevitable. Whistling winds cranked up the tempo and I begged.


Thunder groaned in disapproval taking me higher into its grasp.


My body took over making me grip the sheets as lust blinded me. The whirling wind hallowed at the same time that the rain beat down harder. Lightening flashed repeatedly, signaling the storms overwhelming desire coming close to combustion. Air left my lungs and I was suspended in time until the thundered roared, blasting my orgasm through over limb as it sought release. The scream that poured from my throat was drowned out by the storm. I knew its power was greater and this was just another way that its dominance was demonstrated.

The shocks lasted for an eternity but when they calmed along with the storm, I was spent across the bed. Clothes in a disarray, I was used and disposed until the next time; passed out from another hard session initiated by the storm. The light kisses of approval were placed every where at once, before the storm vanished, leaving me craving its energy and feeling more captive than ever before.

4.7.2016: Desperation



On the wide leather padded table, I lay waiting. I was strapped to the table spread, the entire top of my body available for his use. I knew that he could very well release the straps holding me in place and demand my ass to him. I knew that he could demand anything and I wouldn’t be opposed. But this was His taste for today. With the blindfold in place, I couldn’t see what was coming. I should feel fear at the unknown but my muscles clenched, dwelling on the fact that I was His to use.

“Baby,” The endearment was whispered into my left ear. “Slut.” My eyes shifted to the right hearing his whispers in the other ear. Silence surrounded me again and my ears searched for any sounds from him.


Warmth enclosed over my left nipple before he sucked the sensitive peak into his mouth. I whined searching for more but the tormenting stopped before it had ever really begun. I whined needing more. Coolness circled my clit just before his mouth sucked, making me arch as much of my body as I could off the table. Just like that, he was gone again. I groaned cursing him. My nipples had tightened into a frenzy of nerves bunched to elevate the sensitivity at the tip.  My clit was throbbing insistently that I satisfy it with more from Him.

My brain short circuited when I felt teeth pulling on my right nipple. My body was flooded with enough desire that my cunt flooded. I was seconds away from an orgasm when he released it from his hold. I panted, seeing stars behind my eyes. The throbbing between my legs escalated to a solid continuous pounding in my groin that spread out to my thighs.

“Baby,” I heard in my left ear. I moaned wanting to please him. “Whore.” The word sent shivers down my body. When I was good, putting his pleasure first, I was his baby. It melted my heart making me the happiest girl on earth. Whore was what he called me when I did things that good girls didn’t do. I loved surprising him with kinky manifestations that he’d never expect. Licking his cock in the shower with my clothes on, cuffed, and a tongue vibrator does that to a guy. Question was, which was I right now?

“Baby.” I heard again in my left ear. “Cunt.” I moaned as I felt my earlobe being pulled between his teeth slowly.

My cunt shivered and perked at the mention of the word. My nipples were teased repeatedly and his mouth moved from one to the other building the fire inside my steadily. Expertly, he tormented my body into a hypersensitive state with each pull of my breasts. My thoughts tunneled into one continuous chant. “More!”

I felt something on my nipples that I couldn’t place at first. I felt a pull on my nipple that only intensified until I thought I’d cum and then it held steady. I knew then that the suction cup pulling at my erect nipple would have me a crying mess soon. I waited for the inevitable as the other nipple was forced to submit to the same torturous bliss. I felt fingers on my cunt stroking the juicy folds. Fingers penetrated me and I moaned loudly needing to cum.

“Not yet.” His voice was steady, controlled.

His fingers twisted and pumped inside of me making me ache for release. I held on to his words but my body trembled, longing to come for him badly. I felt the suction cup on my cunt and groaned. It pumped against me pulling at my already sensitive parts until the blood pulsed just beneath my skin. And then… nothing.

My body ached with need. I was desperate.

“Baby.” I heard again. “Whore.”

The decision had been made for me the moment that he denied my first pleas. All that was left for me to do was experience. Feel. Become. Detonate. I felt a lubed item parting my butt cheeks and I doubted that he’d get anything in. He lifted me the bit the restraints allowed and then there was a plug inside. I shook with the necessity to release, unable to fathom anything surpassing the pleasure causing havoc throughout my body. I could easily be tipped but I’d never fall without a fight. This was for him. His pleasure was my fate.

The cup was released on my cunt and he slid his fingers over the hypersensitive flesh. I bucked against his hand moaning. The urgency to come was more than I could bear. My moans, whines, and begging did little to get me what I wanted. I could feel his smile as he watched me writhe for him. The slaps of his hand to my burning cunt was what took me over the emotional edge pouring down my face. Tears streamed as I continued begging for release. To be touched, used, and finished.

“I’ll let you come when I’m ready.”

I moaned loudly calling him, begging, and promising anything that he wished of me. He didn’t respond. I felt a thud to my clit with a rod like item. It wasn’t one that I’d felt before. The thuds continued and after a while, I felt the thuds radiating through my cunt. They continued, increasing in speed until all I could do was feel. My body convulsed to the tempo of the music that this thing played. My clit was being punished for demanding attention and the tears flowed in silent submission to him. The begging from my lips never let up as I expressed how much I wanted to please him. The thuds grew harder and less frequent creating a deeper urgency. My begging festered into a mumbling mess of requests.

“You can come when the pencil stops torturing your clit.”

I gasped at the knowledge that it was pencil bringing me to my wits end. Shame washed over me but instead of it putting a damper on my mood, I was empowered by it. My begging became insistent and the pencil drummed to the rhythm of my demise. My body lightened and the room became quiet. Everything changed letting me know that his control over me had reigned supreme once again.


The damn flooded and sensations poured in from everywhere. Overwhelmed with ecstasy as endorphins rapid fired away in my brain, I drifted seeking the comfort that lay in the fog.

“Baby.” The word stirred warmth and I sought to hear it again.

“Baby, come back to me.”

I took the endearment and snuggled towards it. I heard chuckling.


I opened my eyes to look into His. I smiled and blinked trying to focus.

“Ah… no no no. Come back to me, baby.”

I opened my eyes once again. This time I could focus on him. His kiss pulled me into the moment and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His beard grounded me letting me know that I was where I needed to be as I reveled at the feel of it.


“That’s my baby.” I nodded and snuggled closer loving the pleased tone in his voice. It was the perfect ending to His scene. I blushed knowing that regardless to which persona I chose, I’d happily submit to His will and I had.

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© 2016. Jade Royal. All Rights Reserved.


4.4.2016: His


Story Inspired by Masturbation Monday


Bound. Helpless. Used. Open. His. I threw my head back as another orgasm ripped through me. I panted, moaned, and cried out to Him. He laid in our bed watching. I could feel his hardness pushing, begging to be let out of his pants. He only stroked himself through the fabric dedicating his attention to me. I was strapped; ankles, wrists, and thighs to the St. Andrews Cross.

He’d told me that I needed to feel his control over me so he’d clamped my nipples. He used the chain that hung between my lust swollen breasts to connect the second set of clamps that he graciously had attached to my cunt lips. When I stretched His body, it pulled on both sets of clamps. But he wasn’t done. Around my neck was a collar, one that he’d recently purchased. Across the front his name was beautifully displayed confirming what I knew. I was his to do as he pleased and in return, he’d take care of all of my needs. And still none of that was enough.

He’d inserted a medium anal plug and told me it was the only hole deserving to be filled today. He then explained that the reason was because it’s what he wanted. He then strapped a butterfly harness to my waist with the bullet directly beneath my clit. The tip touched the very bottom of my clit so that when he activated the vibrations, it teased it so. Afterwards, he’d sat in the very spot he was in now and pulled the remote from his pocket. I’d been given permission to cum and that gave away his evil Sadistic plans.

Here I am. Four orgasms later, writhing with need. I was drugged on the endorphins and barely able to focus. My desire to come had been sated but yet I needed more. I knew the reason, just as he. I wouldn’t be sated until he was. I’d allow him access to His vessel as long as it was needed.

I felt him move and I became hyper alert. He slid his hands to his waist and freed his erection. It was swollen, dripping, and finally ready for use. I’d been a good girl for him and it showed. He stroked his erection slowly and I felt the desire building in me. He’d powered the butterfly off and was now fueling me with him. I panted, needing this more than he. When he gripped his shaft tighter I knew he was getting close. I moaned and licked my lips wanting to crawl to him and lick his cock until it was sated.

His back arched toward his hand and my moans grew louder. I shook and trembled fighting the orgasm that had wound so tight that it hurt. I waited, needing his pleasure to cum before mine. His hand movements moved quickly and I could see his unbridled lust breaking through his control. He growled, moaned, groaned, gasped, and even howled his passion until the room echoed nothing but his sounds. I saw the first spurt released from him and it pushed me over the edge in the most intense orgasm forcing me to pass out into the most satisfying feeling of being his.

When I awakened it was into his arms on the bed. He held me tight. I tried to move but was restricted by his legs,arms, and the rest of his body. I sighed reveling in the fact that he is and always will be mine, and I His.