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8.18.2016: Angel

Angel was ready, spread. I’d flogged her until she was nice and tender. The whimpering was a side effect of a submissive in a good place at the right time. Not much of reality registered for her. Being prone to her drifting off into a surreal place, meant that I was better equipped for this sort of thing and I knew how to make it count.

Angel was primed and ready for a good fuck and that’s exactly what she was going to get. I teased her mouth with mine until she returned my kisses with the enthusiasm of a wanton girl. Her nipples were painfully decorated with clothes pins and so was her clit. It was time to relieve her of some of the tension coursing through her body.


Freeing her ankles, I disrobed and lifted her legs around my waist. She was positioned perfectly for me to thrust inside her, so… I did. A deep sigh left her lips and her eyes lost focus once again.

“Stay with me…” I urged.

“I’m trying.” She breathed.

I moved inside of her building speed with my pace. Angel was hot, wet, and tight around me just like I wanted. Her cunt muscles clenched and spasmed as I rode her hard.

“Yes, please!” She screamed.

“Not yet my girl, hold on a bit longer.”

I watched her fists as they tightened around the chains holding her upright. She suffered in blissful silence holding on to something she couldn’t control. The orgasm at bay would be more than her fragile state could handle. The thought alone was a delicious reward.



“Please!” Angel cried.

“No darling girl. I’m not ready to put you out of your misery. Suffer for me. Give me your pain and tears.” I watched as the tears continued pouring from her eyes as she shook the chains begging for strength.

The Sadist was alert and ready to strike. I gripped her ass and she hissed. She shook her head silently communicating to a force that couldn’t hear her pleas. Chuckling, I leaned down and licked her nipples that were sensitive and begging to be freed from the clothes pins. Wetness covered my shaft and thighs, letting me know just how much she was enjoying herself. The grip of her legs was tight and steady so I let her go of her ass and removed both clothespins from her nipples. The silent screams persisted as her body succumbed to my will. Trembling, she fought to hold on to her sanity but her face contorted as the first release rushed at her and exploded.

She continued begging for mercy while I sought refuge inside her. I’d enjoyed her every reaction to my action. Before the sensations calmed I gripped her ass again waking yet another orgasm.

“Please no!”

I grunted falling under the spell of us. I was hyper aware of every move. Her needs were the air I breathed. I needed her just as much as she needed me. Only I could take her to these heights. She was my angel and she knew it. She was so close to drifting away that every move had to be planned, calculated if I wanted her to fly at just the right moment.

I kissed her and she leaned into it with her all. Her lips moved lazily as if she were drunk. The delayed response created a hunger from being teased. Pulling away from her mouth, I moved to her ear. I growled at how wonderful she felt and I knew how much she loved to hear about it.


“You feel fucking wonderful gripping my dick with your pussy.”

She whimpered. “Do I?”

“Yeah…” I grunted my affirmation. “So hot. I could be inside you forever.”

“Hmm… Please!”

“I can’t wait to come inside…” She interrupted.

“Sir, please! You fill me so much. I want you deeper… Harder…”

I couldn’t deny my favorite girl, right?

“Fuck yes!” I shouted. I was close and the thrust of my hips was wild, hurried. So close. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

“For you. You make me this needy. I’m yours!”

Trigger pulled. No going back. I came hard, shooting off like a rocket. I removed the clothespin from Angel’s clit just in time for her orgasm to set me off again. I held her tightly knowing that her roaring and continued howls were signs that she’d hit subspace again. I bucked and jerked until my explosion finished its torment.

Angel’s head tilted forward, spent and weak. Carefully, I withdrew from her body, struggling to right myself. The hum that clouded my senses felt like raw power and it was addictive. I managed to get Angel free and into bed where I crashed alongside her.


Morning came too soon. I was greeted with the smells of coffee and beef. Angel walked in the room with a tray and I sat up ready to devour her and the ingredients on that tray.

“What’s all this?” I asked.

“My Sir needs his energy too.”

I chuckled. “You’re too good to me.”

She smiled and kissed me. “Thank you for last night.”

I held her still deepening the kiss and taking what I wanted.

“Anything you want.” She muttered. Her eyes stayed closed as she savored the taste of us.

“Good to know.” I winked and took a bite of eggs and steak. Fantastic. “Go shower. When I get done there’s something else I want to eat.”

Angel whimpered, then stood. “Yes, Sir.”

I watched as she fled the room in the direction of the bathroom. I chuckled amused at my girl. Yeah, she was in for a treat when she came back. I knew it’d be a nice long one too because I was famished and it had nothing to do with the kind of hunger that this steak would cure.

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8.15.2016: Sh!t

Inspired by Masturbation Monday


He rolled off of me onto his back and I could see how hard he was. He’d stopped just before I came and he hadn’t either. What was going on? We’d both been into it. Both needed this. It’d been months since I’d seen him and I hadn’t been able to find release since. 

He was still on edge and stroking his cock while I laid here in shock. What was the deal?


“What girl?” His voice was gruff letting me know just how close he was.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Shh… be a good girl and come here.”

I moved between his legs and watched him bring himself to the edge. I leaned down to lick him and he pulled away.


“Give me your hand.”

I did and he wrapped his hand around mine jerking his shaft. I continued where he’d ended and he let my hand go, enjoying  and taking his pleasure. I leaned closer feeling his thighs on my stomach.


I did and he stiffened just before he growled his release all over my hand and stomach. He pumped his hips finding completion. I stayed still waiting for his next instruction.

“Go clean yourself.” I nodded and stood feeling dazed.

When I came back he was asleep so I cleaned him with the warm cloth I had. After disposing it, I climbed in bed to relax next to him.

“Remember when I told you that I don’t forget infractions?”

I froze. Shit! About three weeks ago, we’d talked on the phone and I’d been rather bitchy to him when he told me he needed to reschedule our play session. At first he was understanding but I’d taken it too far. He warned me that another word would result in punishment. I’d figure he would forget and so I’d responded anyway.


“Yes, Sir.”

“Now you know. We’ll see if I’ll take pity on that needy cunt of yours by the end of the week. Otherwise, you’ll be a needy girl when I return home.”

I whined in defeat. “Yes, Sir.”

He pat my thigh and then I heard him snoring. A lone tear rolled down my cheek as I suffered in silence.

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8.11.2016: Something About

Who says that fantasies can’t be made from memories? I certainly didn’t. I have a memory that I can’t shake. One that won’t let me lose sight of it. I’ll tell you about it.

We’d decided to meet at our hotel room and walk down to the ballroom together. His plane had arrived hours before mine giving him time to prepare. I’d had to get dressed at the airport to make sure that I was at my best friend’s wedding on time. He was my plus one and though there was nothing official about us, he was the only man I was seeing.

I walked down the hall heading to our room when the finest specimen of man emerged from it. I stopped in my tracks trying to decipher the panic that was rising. The palms of my hands were moist, my heart rate accelerated, and I was speechless. He was immaculate and beyond sexy. The throbbing between my thighs persisted making this moment surreal.


Our eyes locked and I was powerless to look away. I walked toward him and when I reached him, he pulled me inside the room and closed the door. Against the nearest wall, he kissed me passionately. It was so hot that my clothes began to melt away. Dress, bra, and panties dissolved from my body. His mouth trailed kisses along my shoulder before lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist provoking him to follow through.

He’d looked better than I ever thought he would in a suit and I knew that I was lethal in my dress. That energy is why clothes were being shed to the floor. Hours of preparation disrobed in a matter of moments. I didn’t care. All I wanted was his beautiful and lethal dick inside me. I literally burned for him, that’s how bad the ache was.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since last night.” He said.

His cockhead stroked my folds teasing me. He wanted in, what in the hell was he waiting on? I surely wasn’t holding back. I grabbed his head and kissed him, letting him know that I didn’t want to talk about it. He pulled back and stared at me. I was confused until I felt him penetrating me. I leaned my head back and moaned a slow drawn out note of satisfaction.

“I fucking love that. You make the sweetest fucking sounds.”

I mewled. It wasn’t poetry but I’d take it any day.

“Fuck me. Take it.”

I moaned again, a sucker for sex talk. I put my arms around his neck and leaned back to give me leverage. I then rode him like the wildest stallion holding back nothing. Digging my nails in, I heard him groan. He bucked meeting my hips. Skin slapped skin. Moisture intertwined. Moans. Grunts. Cries. Hissing. I leaned up to kiss him and to feel my favorite part of him. That fucking beard. It was the sexiest thing and I couldn’t deny it or him.


He walked us over to the bed and laid us down without breaking the connection. Lips on lips. Thickness inside wetness. The angle had adjusted a bit and he was deep inside me making me so full. I pulled my mouth away to verbalized how he was affecting me.

“Deep!” I cried out.

“Feel me.” He moaned in my ear.

He moved his face against mine and I shivered. He knew what it did to me. I snuggled my face against his feeling the soft hairs on his face caressing mine. It sent a direct signal to clit making it throb as I was fucked. His hips flexed and my eyes crossed. What was he…?

His fingers strummed my clit and forced a strangled cry from my lips. It was too much, too fast and I wasn’t ready for the moment to be over. I tried to move away from him but he followed. His strokes were fiercer and more determined. My eyes widened in disbelief. He’d been holding back! I tried again to move away by grabbing the sheets and trying to pull upwards. He growled, literally, at me. He slid his arms underneath mine and gripped my shoulders holding me in one spot while he took his frustrations of me running out on my deserving pussy.

Air was foreign. My senses were overloaded receiving too much pleasure to ignore. I quivered around him and he reveled in it. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly trying to find some sort of anything to ground me. I felt as if I was being lifted, floating. My body was weightless and I was prey to a predator that was pursuing me relentlessly.

“God!” I screamed.

“Yes!” He grunted back.

The world as I knew it exploded leaving me to fall apart into a million pieces. Was I even alive anymore? Damn insane. All I could feel was the pulling apart from reality and then a billion tingling sensations trying to reassure me of my existence. I heard hard, heavy, and satisfied breathing in my ear and I leaned toward it. I was welcomed by the softness that melted my resolve every time.


I pulled his face closer and leaned into him. The world had been righted and I could stay in this spot forever. He pulled away to look into my eyes and I met his stare head on.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I needed you, don’t be angry.”

I smiled. “How can I be angry at that? You were amazing.”

“Good. I’m not finished, though.”

He smiled back and lowered his body down mine slowly. Kisses marked his path and I felt that damn facial hair as he neared my now throbbing sex. I grabbed the hair on the top of my hair. Would I last? When his lips met mine I sighed in relief. I could feel that damned beard and it was going to be the death of me. Why?! The first lick was delivered and I knew that I was doomed. Question was… what wedding?

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8.8.2016: Self-Love


Inspired by Masturbation Monday




Self-love is a powerful thing. It allows us to see what’s best in situations, preventing negative situations. I do love myself. Maybe too much. I’m not just talking about the clothes that I buy, the house that I love, or my car that has all of the amenities that I want and more. The ways that I spoil and pamper myself are just the beginning of ways that I self-love. Taking care of my mind and body are just as important, which brings me to this moment.

Sex is great. Amazing. But I still crave my own touch. It’s another way to love myself and I am not a selfish lover. Shouldn’t I reap the benefits too? Today, the itch is more intense than it has been in a while. I’d awakened from my nap caressing my body better than another lover could. I knew all the right places to touch and I didn’t have to say a thing.

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My pulse was racing, nipples hard, sex throbbing and soaked, and my skin was moist with the perspiration of need. I felt damn good and I didn’t want to chance moving my body to lose the delicious feeling that my body had worked to orchestrate. I licked my lips and it too added the sexual frenzy. I was in too deep to walk away from the call to self-love.

I pinched my nipples and pulled them while rolling them between my fingers. I gasped not expecting it to feel so insanely good. I purred for more and as I obliged, my body hummed, summoning the stirring and blending that would create something powerful. I moaned for my lover not to finish. No, not this soon. Each manipulation of my body welcomed, encouraged.


My thighs parted and my slickened folds wept sending moisture down my ass. It felt naughty in the best of ways and I embraced it. My fingers lazily caressed and explored before I inched my fingers inside. Hot! My moans were mixed with cries and I threw my head back beckoning deeper thrusts. I wanted to take it slow. I did. But I was powerless to deny the frenzy that was taking over. My fingers did the talking and all I could do was respond.

I moved my hips, timing them to meet my fingers. The friction was amazing and I wasn’t shy about expressing it. I trembled and but I pushed passed it searching for something harder, wilder. An orgasm approached and I gravitated towards it, captured it and held on tight. I wanted it fierce and letting it take control of me prematurely, wouldn’t do this justice. I gripped the sheets beside me hold on while my fingers worked inside me. Stronger it brewed and taunted it for more.

Control was being taken from me as the spasms and tremors took over. There she was… I screamed begging for her, that tornado whirling through my body to give me her best shot. And she did forcing me to roar with abandon. Power surged through me, rendering me speechless as the most intense feelings left me forged and battered.

I gasped over and over with my eyes closed trying to catch enough air to calm my heaving lungs. Fuck! I lay still limbs tingling, body entranced. Slowly, I pulled the pillow from beside me and held it tightly, seeking comfort. The cold fabric did the trick and I curled around it pulling the sheet over me as I tumbled into a deep slumber.

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8.4.2016: One More

You quivered around me and I fought to hold on to the orgasm that ached to be free. Three orgasms and you owed me two more. You were tired and whimpering but I couldn’t back off now. Besides, we both knew that you loved to be pushed. Your back was to me and I took a moment to kiss up the column of your neck.


“Please,” you begged, “I can’t.”

“You can and you will.”

You sounded almost regretful. It stirred the sadistic urges that threatened to take over but we both knew you didn’t want that. I pulled each of your nipples before stroking over your body. You purred and I knew that you weren’t really done. You just needed some help getting there.

“I’ll make a deal with you. If you come once more, and I mean a good hard orgasm, I’ll forgive the last one. If not, I expect both of them.”


“No. Buts.”

I picked up the wand that lay on the table beside us. I turned it on low and moved it over your body.

“Ah!” Your body shivered in shock. It was close to its limit and I recognized that, but there was more to give.

I placed the wand on your clit and stroked it lightly. Your hips bucked towards it forcing you to ride my hard shaft.

“Yes,” I whispered.

The sensations were sweet and longed for more. The wetness sucking me in and out of your body had me gasping for air. You gripped me tightly making every stroke of your cunt over my erection painfully good. I felt every quiver, every thrust, and just how wet you were. It was fucking amazing, damn near bringing me to my knees. When you gave me that orgasm that I craved, it would set us both off into a whirlwind of pleasure.


Indescribable sounds left your lips like the sweetest melody. Strangled moans, half groans, and pathetic cries implied just how much your body loved this. You needed this just as much as I. I clicked the wand up two speeds and those sounds grew louder. I wound my hips into you as you pushed into me. The spasms shook you so hard that you could only hold on to the cuffs that kept you in place. Without them, you’d have collapsed long ago. Your hold onto my hardness loosened a little and I knew it was because of the greed that I’d stirred. Your pussy was a needy girl and loved my ruthless charm.

“It. Hurts.” You cried out.

Aaaaah. Now we’re getting somewhere. “Good.” I turned up the speed on high and you screamed. “Time to make you cry.”

I held the wand firmly in place as your body shook hard. There was no need for me to move since you’d tightened around me again and the spasm massaged me in the worst way. It was time. Your moans took everything out of you leaving you gasping for each breath. Fuck! I gripped your hip holding on to the last of my resolve.

Your orgasm ripped forward and you growled like the fiercest cat in the wild. I’d tamed you into embracing that animalistic nature when it called. You took hold of the beast and didn’t let go. Your hips moved violently fucking me without abandon as you took that ball of lust and rode it hard, good. I gave you as you gave me. My body was a mess of matching spasms that manifested and released into you. I howled letting go of everything and it was fucking unreal how good I felt.

We were soaked in everything us and I cared not. I removed the wand from your clit and slowly withdrew from your folds. I stumbled backward realizing I was just as fucked up. You were floating and it gave me the time to find some sort of balance. Beautifully spent, I carried you to the bed and pulled us under the duvet. Off on my on high, I let us ride out the feelings until we were both competent.

I woke to you nibbling my lips and I smiled. “Hey there.”

“Mmm… Hello, Sir.” You paused to respond and then went back to your kissing fest.


“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Well used.” You laid your head on my chest and I cuddled you closer.

“Good. You wore me out.” I confessed.

“That makes two of us. Thank you, Sir.”

I rumbled in approval. “Welcome. Sleep with me, pet.”

You nodded and mumbled. “Yes.”

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8.1.2016: Pretty P*ssy

Inspired by Masturbation Monday 

Pretty P*ssy 

He just kept staring at it. I’d seen it plenty of times and didn’t know what the big to-do was. 

“It’s… so… pretty.”


I smiled accepting the compliment. I guess every girl wanted their pussy to make someone speechless and in awe, but I was horny and wanted him to do something to it already. I opened my mouth to speak and he laid the gentlest kiss on my clit. I sighed, happy that he was able to move again. His tongue caressed my folds and swooped upwards as he kissed my clit again, open mouthed this time.

I whimpered for more hoping that he wasn’t teasing me. He was on to something good and I didn’t want him to lose focus. He inhaled and pushed his face into my cunt. Licking, sucking and sending vibrations throughout my body. I felt his fingers working inside me until he reached that spot. 

“Oh!” Some of the best tinglings worked it’s way over my sex. 

He licked and sucked on every fold. He nipped around zinging everything to life. Pulsing sensations rhythmically pulled me further under his spell winding me tighter and tighter. The muscles in my thighs twitched and still I moved my hips fucking his face just the way I liked. He hummed and encouraged me with positive affirmations. My breathing hitched more and more conveying just how difficult it was to breathe.

He opened my legs wide and held them spread apart. He tongued me licking new places and sucking my clit into his mouth. The suction he created pulsed to the same drumming  beat of the pending orgasm. I gripped the sheets tight trying to gain some control. I was loudly moaning his name and begging him not to stop. I’m sure the neighbors heard but I cared, not.  His fingers worked deeper and deeper until I was suspended awaiting the doom I was destined to meet. He removed his finger and mouth and stroked my clit with his soaking wet fingers. Closer and closer I came to tipping the scale. I waited for him to do something, anything to make it all come together. 

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“Come.” He said as he pinched the most sensitive part of my clit. Not too hard, but just enough to shock the nerves into submission. 

I came hard and loud. Shaking so badly that sweat poured from my body. My voice was hoarse and I couldn’t breathe. What in the hell had he done to me? I’d never…

Fingers entered me and the spasms continued. I felt as if my body was contorted, splitting into two as he pulled more pleasure from me. My body was seizing and I was powerless to stop it. Was this the price I paid for having a pretty pussy? 

I felt feather light kisses along the lips of my sex while I laid limp and almost lifeless. I was afraid to move, afraid to speak. What if he did that magical thing to me again? Would I die from orgasmic bliss? Would I have to confess that sin as I approached the gates of heaven? 

“Pretty Pussy.” He murmured between kisses. 

I sighed and closed my eyes hoping that I was prepared for the time that someone called my pussy pretty. 

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7.28.2016: Addictive

The longer that I stood looking out the window, the stronger that the pull was for you. The shirt that barely covered my body irritated my skin hyper aware of any and everything. The breeze that should have soothed my skin as it rushed through the window only helped to sensitize it. My hair blew this way and that as my scalp too breathed, searching for your fingers. Flames dance along my body and the heat was too hot to contain, too hot not to extinguish.


Light whimpers more than indicated that I was closer to the edge sexual sanity. I’d gone six whole nights, seven whole days maxing my body to the breaking point. Glancing at my phone only emphasized how easy it could be to just give in. I touched the glass pane and the coolness that I felt pulled the rest of my body against it begging for that little bit of relief. Though the alleviation that I craved was more satisfying, I took what I could get. Fingers trailed across my neck down to my shoulders and I closed my eyes wanting my own hands to be yours.

Addicting, that’s what you are and I needed to fight the habit I’d formed. I wasn’t afraid to be your everything and you weren’t afraid to tell me what you desired. That was toxic and we both knew it. My thighs squeezed in anticipation when I looked over to the phone that was lit. The message indicator was lit and I wasn’t strong enough to walk away. I opened the message and your name displayed in the corner as I read words that sent me to my knees.

I need you now.

The air was removed from the room through some sort of imaginary contraption because suddenly it was hard to breathe. There was no way that the single message had caused me to need air desperately, on my knees, shivering for a dose of… YOU. My phone had been the catalyst that set my fingers typing a quick response to the best high I’ve ever experienced. My phone beeped again and I dropped my phone. Trembling fingers retrieved it and I stared at the words as my head began to swim.

I’m close.

A moan welled up from so deep inside that I felt the vibrations all over when it finally escaped my lips. I sat on the bed rocking waiting for my next fix.


I heard the car door slam and I bolted down the steps to meet you. You walked in already half undressed, threw your shirt aside, and began unbuckling your belt and pants. We met on the bottom step and the force of our bodies connecting like two magnets surged my arousal into overdrive. Needle in vein injected with a drug so potent that I could barely stand.


Knowing your own toxicity, you held me firmly as lust pumped through my veins. Moaning and whimpering for more… I deepened the kiss, not caring about overdosing. Heroin had nothing on you. And to think that you hadn’t even given me the good shit yet. You set me on the edge of the step somewhere in the middle of the stairwell, staying between my legs. Breaking contact with your lips for the first time, I threw my head back screaming in ecstasy as you entered me hard and fast. You pulled my hair keeping my head anchored as you bit into my neck. Drops of the sweetest joy pooled behind closed eyes and then slid down my face. Damn, you were masterful.

My hips met yours quivering for each thrust and you didn’t disappoint. I cried out over and over thanking you for enslaving my body against my will. I hated that you were the only person that could make this sole act so perfect and so wrong. My sex accepted you with ease, no questions asked while my brain told me I was doing this yet once again.

Wet kisses trailed over my chest and you growled at me when you were met with the fabric of my shirt. I pulled it up between us and pulled it over my head. I could see anger spike in you at having to let go of my hair even for a second. Once it was off, you gripped my hair harder and tighter. Fuck if it didn’t add to the sucking and licking you were doing sending me into an orgasm. That never stopped you.

I quaked and my walls pulled you in deeper held you tighter. Another growl from you, through the sucking of my shoulder, made your pelvis pump harder. Thunder echoed through the hall at the storm that you created. I relaxed into the tidal wave of spasms, losing count of the orgasms my body accepted and then released. I wrapped my arms around your neck and you let my hair go and gripped my shoulders with both hands pounding me so hard that the world went white as lightning struck between us. Your hold was tight that my breathing shallowed even more but the act was as intimate as the deepest kiss.


Darkness surrounded me but I knew where I was in an instant. The wind blew through the room and I stumbled to my feet to the window to reduce the chill.  Leaving the window cracked, I made my way to the bathroom to assuage my bladder of its painful cry. Done with that, I stood in the mirror to wash my hands and turned on the light. Red blotches were all over my neck and shoulders. I knew some would leave temporary bruises from the injection of his willpower over me. Like a junkie in true form, shame washed over me at my behavior in the heat of the moment. And I knew I’d do it again. A figure appeared over my shoulder and I stared sin in the face.550ab694943b0b2b2cfe4dced2dc6947

That hum started low and worked itself into a frenzy. I turned the water off just as his body connected with mine from behind. He bent me over the sink and was back inside. All thoughts of rehabilitation left as I succumbed. The grip on the sink was more for my slipping mind while he shot me up with another dose. It’s how he kept me coming back for me. Lots of him at once until the next time that I fell prey.

When we were both spent, he pulled out of me letting his seed mark me in the dirtiest of ways and I loved every moment. Eye contact had never ceased so when he backed out of the bathroom to leave me to clean up what was left of his spank, the symbolism wasn’t lost on me. Just as I expected, when I walked into my bedroom there was no trace of him. I heard his door close to his car and I moved to the window and watched him pull off. He never looked up to acknowledge me there. There was no point.

“This was the last time,” I said out loud.

That empty feeling of doubt surfaced and I hoped like hell that I’d keep the will to survive another withdrawal spell.

“Lord give me strength.”


I swear he was laughing at me because thunder rumbled and the strongest pour of rain washed over the city. Preparing myself for the side effects, I climbed in bed getting under the blankets to fight the first long night of many.

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7.24.2016: For You (Mystery Man Part 2)


Inspired by Masturbation Monday


This is Part 2 of the story Mystery Man. To see how this began, Click here.


For You

I’d never felt such primitive thoughts about any man before. The laptop was facing me and the cursor blinked as if the impatient flashes would inspire me to type something, anything. We’d talked since last Saturday when he’d played my body like the sweetest symphony, but the light chatter that didn’t give any insight into that night. I was dying here and he didn’t even know it.

I needed more of what had happened. I needed to breathe again. Did he know how he’d affected me? I took off my clothes and caressed each of my thighs. He’d done the same thing before he’d lowered his head between my…


Him: Why are you so quiet today?

Me: I’m not

Him: What’s on your mind?

I paused. You see, we didn’t talk about these things online. The last time when I’d agreed to meet him, he’d never mentioned any of the things that he’d done to me. He’d simply told me that he wanted to see me. I’d received an email on the day of with the details of how I would be displayed for his perusal. Sex was never discussed. But it wasn’t an issue because I wanted him and now he knows it. So how do I answer his question without discussing sex?

I typed a response but heard my friend’s voice loud and clear though she was many miles away. “Be bold.”

I held the delete key until the blank canvas stared back at me. How bold was bold? I held my breath and began typing.

Me: You.

Him: What about me?

Me: How much I want you again.

There was a long silence on his end that made me nervous. I exhaled and lifted my leg to caress it slowly. My skin was so aware of every graze and touch. I was sexually charged and even his quiet pondering aroused me. I trailed my finger along the edges of my already stiffened nipple. The light caresses only stirred it to tighten more. I inhaled sexual energy and exhaled everything else. My eyes closed to take in the sensations and a light ding prompted me to open them to see a box on the screen. He was asking me to activate my video. I should have hesitated. I should have said no. But he’d seen it all anyway. Tasted it too.

I accepted the request and as I expected access to his was denied.

Him: Good god you’re beautiful.

Since my microphone was also activated, I didn’t bother typing.

“Thank you.”

Him: Welcome. How does that feel?

I’d forgotten about the fact that I was teasing my nipples.

“Not as good as your hands.”

I pulled my nipples, between my fingers, away from my body. My back arched conveying just how good that felt. I closed my eyes for a second and let one of my hands travel between my legs. I was primed and ready and all it took was knowing that he was watching to push me into finishing what I’d started.


“I want to feel you inside of me.” I moaned while teasing just outside of my sex.

I heard a low grunt and turned toward the laptop. I turned up the volume and swore that I heard skin sliding over skin.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.

Him: No.

The rhythm of the sound I’d heard sped up and I giggled. “You are!”


It was too late. I knew that I affected him now and there was no going back. “You sounded so good.”

I knew I was baiting him and I didn’t care. I reached over and grabbed my vibrator. It was time that I gave back to him. Yes, I’d have an orgasm, but this show was all about him. I angled the laptop so that he could see both my hands and my face. Then I went to work. I parted my folds with the vibrator and slid it inside. I stroked slow and deep at first and as I grew more excited, it became hollow and faster, less precise.

I heard him fisting his cock again and I knew I was having the desired effect. I moved to his rhythm and even called out his name a few times. His breathing was heavy and the grunts were strangled as if he was holding back waiting for something. I glanced at the screen and saw that he was telling me to come for him. Who was I to refuse him?

I did and when the orgasm took over I heard his own moans and groans as he came as well. Was that my name he’d called just as he’d finished? I whined hoping my ears weren’t being deceptive. Even his damn orgasms were sexy. I giggled at how foolish my thoughts were and waited for him to calm. He panted a bit and I moved closer to the screen and blew him a kiss.

Sensual girl in bed

“Talk about sexy.” I murmured.

He laughed and it was music to my ears. It was the first time that I’d heard it and there were no regrets. Maybe we were on to something, you think?

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Part 1 Mystery Man can be found here.

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7.21.2016: Mystery Man

The softest fur hugged my restrained wrists and ankles. My hands were above my head and my feet stretched to meet the corners of the foot rail. I was bound to a bed wearing nothing more than I was born with. The room was warm enough that I didn’t feel much of a chill. My eyes were completely covered, worrying me about what I’d gotten myself into. I had a trusted friend as my safe call and she would make sure that I was safe. I just needed to breathe.


He, the man I’d never met in person, seen, or even heard his voice, was coming to see me. The mystery behind the man had everything to do with keeping his identity a secret from everyone. Even the woman that was starting to fall for him. That woman was me. I wanted us to experience the joys of getting to know one another, letting things grow as they may. Something held him back and the mystery added to the intrigue that was he, and yet I still wanted him. Maybe even more than I should because of his secrecy.

When I’d arrived, a woman had been here ready to follow the orders of a man she’d never seen either. He was her boss and as his assistant she carried out his instructions well. I couldn’t get free, see, or even save any modesty for myself. Unlike him, he wanted me open to his perusal. I’d consented to this if it meant I was one step closer to solving the puzzle.

The door opened and I felt a slight breeze as he entered. I was alone, his assistant long gone. I heard a very sure and masculine “Mhm…” as I felt him coming closer. I was nervous and didn’t want to ruin the moment with nervous chatter so I chose to remain silent.

The silence stretched on making me wonder if I’d imagined the entire thing. I listened. Waited. Wondered. Anticipated. Where was he? What was he doing? I searched with the one sense that was hypersensitive hoping for success. Listening for any movement, a breath, or the click of his shoes, I again wondered if I was alone. The silence was a bit eerie but I held my ground for as long as I could. I opened my mouth to speak but a finger was pressed to my lips, silencing any protest.

A lone finger slid from my lips down the center of my body. Heat trailed down following his invisible brand. His movements sure and precise. Chin, neck, chest, between my breasts, along my stomach, across my… His fingers stopped and a kiss was placed just at the top of my pelvis strategically. I gasped at how quickly I’d fallen for his charms. My skin burned from his touch and each labored breath was taken out of need. I closed my eyes trying to reel back. I was giving in too…

My nipples were massaged at the same time before they were teased. Thumb and finger rolled them back and forth stiffening them into dull aching points. Pleasure pooled between my thighs and the ache spread from my clit to the entire sex. One hand left my nipple and was replaced with his hot wet mouth. My back arched and a cry slipped past my lips.



He chuckled and the sound was the sexiest thing. His lips nursed my breast wringing want with each pull. His fingers replaced his mouth and he shifted to the other breast. His shirt, cotton and soft, caressed my torso as he leaned over me. His tongue circled my nipple painfully slow forcing a whimper out of me. I sighed needing his mouth there. I didn’t know how long I would make it at this point. He’d barely touched me and I was getting near the edge. No words had been spoken from him and I was under his spell, lock and key. What in the hell was he doing to me?

I opened my mouth to speak and he pulled my nipple between his teeth. The bit of pain was new and delicious. I could feel the moisture beneath me soaking the sheets. We hadn’t discussed what would happen here today but I guess some things just couldn’t be conveyed with words. His mouth trailed another blazing trail along my body. This time, it was sporadic. My shoulder, my neck, my nose, my earlobe… He lowered his mouth just beneath my ear and I trembled. He licked the spot and then kissed it again. It was sensitive and he gave it just the right amount of attention to make it erotic. He kissed the underside of my stretched arms, my forehead, my nipples, my hips, around my belly button, beneath my breasts, between them… He ran his hands over my thighs and I melted a bit more. They were rougher than mine but not calloused. They were masculine yet smooth. Big, but just right. They dipped between my legs but never came into contact with the aching, pulsing, and needy place that wanted him most.

“God, you’re killing me!” I shouted.

He kneaded my calves, rubbed my ankles, and then massaged my feet further turning me into a puddle of mush. A gentle kiss to the sole of each foot should have sent me into a fit of laughter but it was perfect, light and sweet like him. He stood to give me a brief reprieve before I felt the bed dip between my feet. My attention was once again focused on this conundrum of a man. Deep, passionate kisses started at my ankles and made their way up my legs. Left then right alternating the entire way up. The searing kisses awakened something new. Something paramount. Closer and closer he came to my sex and I held my breath hoping. It was wishful but…

Tongue parted folds to suck and lick. Ffff—! I arched my back bearing down on him as I threw my head back. His tongue lashed awakening more and more nerves. He pulled my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it persistently. I couldn’t tell you about the things that I screamed out because it was all without thought and abandon.

I gripped the cuffs wanting to be free but enjoying how he took control. My thighs shook from the muscle spasms that wrecked. He groaned and the sound vibrated through me. More moans flowed from my mouth and his too. Tasting me affected him and it fed my desire. Closure he pulled me to the edge. I followed his lead, but I was afraid to tip it. My chest heaved and my heart beat accelerated. My wisps of hair stuck to my face from the perspiration. He was creating an inferno and seeming to love my response to it all. I know that I was.

Closer and closer I grew. Finally, I hovered on the edge suspended. Tensely, I held back but relaxed into the tingling of the orgasm that licked feverishly at my skin. The pinpricks grew in speed along my skin and my body grew weightless. All of my senses faded out to focus on the one task. I felt every lick, suck, and pull with his lips through the fierce shaking. I saw the stars racing towards me behind the mask threatening to take over the darkness. I could hear my wetness being coerced from my body and his moaning in response to my compliance. I smelled the lust in the room and it tasted like sin. My abdomen tightened, aligned perfectly with the contractions in my sex. It was too much together. My body was aligned perfectly with the best sensations. Still, I held on refusing to fall apart.

My folds were parted again, lower. Fingers stroked the sensitive skin and then they penetrated me. Arched fingers found that spec-tac-cular… I came hard. Screaming loud and releasing my hold on everything. I floated along the best of feelings. And then it happened again. The tightness came quicker this time, but I was too weak to fight it off.

“No… no… oooooh!” I protested but there was no way that I could avoid it.

I was flooded with more spasms just before I exploded again. Lights flashed behind my eyes repeatedly as he took me higher and higher after each orgasm. His mouth now gone from my sensitive bud, he pumped his hand as he kissed up my body. Drenched in my own sweat, wrung, my eyes were heavy and yet I was still controlled by him. He pulled at my lips with his teeth and I whimpered. Lips that I craved to taste teased mine. I mustered the energy to move my head trying to get even the small taste of him. He avoided me and only gave me what he wanted me to have.

I whined. “Please… Just a little… Please!”

He pulled away and I protested. His lips crashed against mine and sparks rained over us setting off the orgasm that shook my soul. He tasted magnificent and the flavor of me complimented him. I followed his lead as he devoured me taking my breath away. When he pulled away, I rode the best high as the air filled my lungs again. I faded until no sound could be heard. Darkness resumed. Remnants of us lingered on my tongue. I felt every bit of the cloud that I floated on. The smell of him embedded into my memory.

In my dream, he’d removed the cuffs and held me in his arms. Kisses were placed along my face and lips. He’d cuddled me and wrapped us in the surrounding blanket. We’d lain together and he’d fallen asleep with my arm draped around him. He’d allowed the small vulnerability because he trusted me. I could have removed my mask but I wanted him to reveal himself to me. The stolen moment of peeking wouldn’t have felt right. It was a gift to me that I’d experienced so much.

I smelled coffee and opened my eyes. Sunlight greeted me and I frowned. I turned my head and buried it into the pillow there. I moaned at the smell. It smelled of his cologne and warmed me. I heard movement in the other room and I froze. I looked around wondering if I’d pulled the mask off in my sleep. Across the room in a chair, the cuffs and mask sat on top of my clothes. Footsteps approached me and I wondered if I was dreaming again. I didn’t know if I should look away or if I should take him in as much as possible. The steps rounded the corner and His assistant surfaced. It was hard to hide the disappointment. I pulled the sheets closer to hide my indecency. She held out a mug of steaming coffee. It smelled delicious.

“Good morning. He insisted that you have a cup of your favorite before starting your day. I hope I got it right.”

I looked at the cup hesitantly. Returning to the real world would be difficult especially since now I knew so much more about him. He was a passionate and unselfish lover. Something I couldn’t let go so easy. But he wasn’t here and I had to put on my big girl panties. Coffee seemed like a good first step. I took the mug and sipped the hot brew. Instantly, I moaned. It really was perfect and just how I liked it. Half and Half and a bit sweetener. He’d remembered.

“Oh good! I’m glad that I got it right. He left some things for you in the bathroom. I’ll be in the other room. Take your time.”

Once she was gone, I retrieved my phone from my purse and headed to where I presumed the bathroom was. Missed calls from my concerned friend told me that I’d missed the call deadline. I hit the send button and waited for her to answer.

“You were minutes away from having the police there.” She chastised.

“I’m sorry. I overslept.”

“So how was it? Are you okay?”

I groaned. “I don’t know where to start.”

I looked at a fresh pile of clothes and on top was a note. I opened it to find the sweetest words from the sweetest man. He had gotten it right…”Until we meet again.” The rest of the words were private, meant for only me.


“I’ll start from the beginning.”

I ran my bathwater and retrieved my cup of coffee. I sunk into the bubbled water sipping and reliving my night with the only other person who knew about this crazy thing.


“You’re going to see him again right?” I wasn’t lost on the emphasis on see.

Without a second thought, I responded. “Yes!”

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Read Part 2 Here! Will she finally get to see the Mystery Man?

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7.18.2016: Swallow and Pinch: A Home Emergency


Inspired by Masturbation Monday


Swallow and Pinch: A Home Emergency


I opened my mouth to pull in his pulsing erection ready to give him all I had. He was mighty in more than one way and I was ready to complete the mission. Well, as long as he could complete it soon. I was running off to work when he’d grabbed me by the throat, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me senselessly. Yeah, he was that kind of man. When he wanted my attention he took action. I was good with that. Loved it even. My panties immediately became wet and I knew whatever he wanted, he’d get. His fingers merely held me in place controlling me, not causing harm. Delicious.

Next, he pushed me to my knees and ripped open my shirt exposing his kryptonite. He instructed me to take off my bra so that he could focus. I did and his hardness became firmer, rock solid. I leaned forward and licked his pre-cum before sucking him inside. He pulled my neatly pinned hair a loose and gripped it pulling my head back. He pushed to the back of my throat and pumped his hips until I gagged. I knew what he was doing. And I wanted it.
My body awakened fully soaking my panties. I loved to please him in this way and my body wasn’t shy about letting him know. My nipples were hard and ready. My cunt was drenching my panties. My body ached. He’d taken me from 0 to 10 in no time. I could come from this sole act. He knew this. It was a way to get me off while getting him off. And it worked every damn time. I was a slut to his sexual needs, willing to go the distance. He relied on it and that’s why sex was always amazing between us. We relied on instinct and trust. A no fail.
Again he entered my mouth and he inched it back. In and then out. Deeper and deeper. Once he was far enough in, the one word sent me to the edge. Fuck.
“Swallow.” He groaned.
I did and he slid in and out of my throat. Cutting off air. My vision blurred and tears streaked my face. My body shook when he withdrew and like a fiend, I went back for more. Giving me a reprieve, he allowed the breathing break while he pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers. My breasts were just as much kryptonite for me as they were for him. I could come from that too. Together? Watch out!
He pushed my head back to meet the wall and then he entered my mouth. He bucked inside my mouth and I relaxed my mouth.
“Swallow and pinch.”
I moaned loud before swallowing him and pinching my nipples. The longer my air was controlled by him the longer I pinched. My orgasm pounded so close to the surface I could taste it. He withdrew and swayed a bit. I leaned backward trying to regain my composure. My head was swimming and I didn’t know if I would make it again. I looked up to see him looking just as discombobulated. When he came forward again I whimpered for it.
“Swallow and pinch.”

I did and immediately I was taken under by bliss. There was no going back. I breathed around him before calming enough to swallow. When I did, my hands worked their magic on my nipples. I felt his cum shoot and my orgasm blasted through me. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I lowered my hands between my legs and stroked my clit tipping another orgasm. He withdrew from my mouth and finished on my breasts while I came again like a good girl.
I stayed in that spot until I calmed completely. A mess I was. Cum on my lips, tits, and oozing from my cunt. I leaned back reveling in the moment. I heard chuckling and looked up at Him. He was just as spent leaning against the opposite wall.
“Going to work like that?” He asked.
“Yes. I’ll tell my boss I had an emergency at home.”
He laughed wholeheartedly as I stood. I kissed him after licking my lips and then ran to the shower to try to head to work, Take Two. I must admit, it was damn good too.

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