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8.22.2016: Bastard (Part I)


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Maybe I was a bastard but I didn’t give a shit. Long days. CEO. Divorced. No kids, thank fuck. Nothing against them but my ex would have taken even more if I’d created hell spawn with her. Yeah, I drive a nice car, own a few more, house, and all that other fancy shit but in the end, it’s not worth what it seems. But you can’t tell that to the groupies that flock to the bling or sees dollar signs when they get a glimpse of real leather shoes that have initials that only money can buy.

There’s more to me than money but bitches will never see it. Not all women are bitches and all bitches aren’t women. But with the way that loyalty has been, I trust people as far as I can pay them. You know, arm’s length.

I was downstairs at the bar, minding my business when this floozy walks up and damn near begs to blow me off. I was in a bad mood. And “No” just wasn’t getting through her drugged out mind.


“Darling, sorry I’m late.” At first, I didn’t pay attention but then another woman, who was not the floozy, leaned around me and kissed me briefly. Startled, I looked at her and she smiled mischievously. “I said sorry. You don’t have to be cruel about it.”

Baffled, because I was still put off by the kiss, I nodded. The two women glared at one another until the beauty trying to save me spoke up.

“Who is your friend, Darling?”

I scoffed at the word friend. “I don’t know her. I think that she was looking for her dealer.”

The beauty with the southern drawl laughed and put my arm around her. Taking advantage of the moment, I caressed the curve of her back while looking into her eyes. She almost purred. The kitten laying underneath the skin wasn’t afraid to play. But what about the woman?

I looked over to see the floozy still there looking desperate. The jackpot radar was still whirling inside her head. And she seemed unaffected by the intrusion. Time to make this crystal fucking clear.

“You’re done here.”

The floozy rolled her eyes and stood walking to some schmuck she probably had a better chance with. I turned to thank the beautiful southerner but she was gone. I just knew I’d have to pay her off too. Lucky me. I’d managed to get out of all of that without paying a dime. Not even for a drink. Call me a horrible bastard but I was good with the outcome. Three Scotches later, I was feeling better than I had when I sat down. My tie was loose, suit jacket beside me on the stool, the first two buttons undone on my shirt and sleeves rolled up to my elbows. The amber liquid had taken effect and I was ready to retire for the night. Meetings over and I had the rest of the week to enjoy.

I walked to the elevator, jacket over a shoulder, taking my time. No rush. Leaning against the wall, I waited for the next elevator car to arrive. Ping! I looked up and then walked into an empty elevator. I leaned back and slowly released air from my lungs. Stress seemed to exit with it making for a lighter load. Just before the doors closed they reopened and in walked that southern charmer from earlier.


“Well hello, there Darling.” She greeted. Unlike earlier, that accent was slurred and laced with liquid courage. She stood in front but just to the side of me after she pressed the number just below mine.

I nodded accepting her greeting. “I never got a chance to thank you for earlier.”

“No problem sugar. I saw her at the bar harassing some poor bastard yesterday. You seemed ready to slug her so I decided to save you the hassle.”

Silence resumed and the sexual tension in the elevator was so thick it was difficult to fucking breathe. Her dress hugged every curve of her body displaying just how divine she really was. All she needed was a hat to finish off her “Southern Belle” demeanor. Her bare back only reminded me of how responsive she’d been. I reached forward and stroked her there. She gasped and it was the sweetest fucking sound.

“Don’t.” She whispered.

“Give me one reason.”

I walked up behind her and kissed the smooth skin at her neck. Did she just purr?

“I can’t focus if you’re doing that.” She looked back at me over her shoulder and said words I never thought she would.

“I’m not for sale.”

I chuckled but chose not to respond. Everybody had a price; she just hadn’t been faced with the opportunity yet. I bit the same place I’d kissed and her knees grew weak.

“You know we could take this to my room and discuss this over a glass of wine.”

She laughed low and seductive. “I don’t think you want to talk, big boy.”

I pulled her hips into mine and let her feel the truth in her words. She gasped again, caught by surprise.

“I don’t. I want to find out how sensitive you really are and if you’re smooth all over.” I knew I wasn’t playing fair since my mouth grazed her ear with each and every word. “Come, let me show you what I really want to do.”


“Mmm… fuck!” She whispered. Her breathing now labored, let me know just how aroused she truly was.

“Yes, exactly that.” The elevator opened and I walked around her and exited.

“Your call. Penthouse Suite 3.” I walked out and turned the corner where the Penthouse elevator waited. Up to my suite, I went hoping she’d eventually see reason.


I sat drinking another glass of Scotch in my room, debating whether to shower when I heard a soft knock. I sat down my glass and made my way to the door. When I opened it, in walked that southern girl and she was more exquisite than before. She walked in wearing a trench coat and shoes made just for her. As she passed me, her hand grazed my groin intently. I groaned and she continued as if she wasn’t fazed.

Her coat was opened and dropped to the floor revealing black lace thigh highs, panties and bra. Things were finally starting to look up. She walked into my bedroom and stretched out on the bed exposing her ass to me and disposing of her shoes. I could tell that her panties were already wet from where I stood but still I moved closer. I sat in the chair next to the bed and watched as her fingers teased that sweet pussy of hers. I had the perfect view of her bent over and her hand coming from underneath her to give me a show.


I’d grabbed my drink and sipped it slowly. We hadn’t spoken a word to one another and I preferred it that way. Soon there would be enough sound to forget the words. I watched as she expertly fingered herself as she probably had many times before. She was probably getting off on the fact that I was watching and I couldn’t blame her. The energy was fucking magnetic.

“Please…” She begged.

“Please, what?” I inquired.

“Please, do as you promised.”

“I am. I told you I didn’t want to talk.”

“No…” She whined so sweetly. And yes, I was going to make her beg for what she wanted. It was no secret that I got off on shit like that.

“Then what?”

“I want you…” Her words dragged, pleading.

I started unbuttoning my shirt. She was getting closer. “I’m here.”

“Don’t make me say it.” Her fingers dipped inside and she groaned. “Here, I want you here.”

“I am here.” My voice was gruff even to my ears. Fuck I wanted her. But I wanted… no needed her to fucking beg for it.

“God!” She moaned as she worked herself over.

“No, I’m Miguel. Not God but if you’re into role playing, I’m not opposed.”

“Please!” She whined.

“Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere. Say it again.”

I saw her suck the fingers of her free hand and I groaned. We couldn’t have that. Her mouth could be taking care of much better things. I stood and took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants.

Her moans echoed through the room and her fingers were hitting something good because her thighs shook, toes curled, and her moans were reckless. She cared not who heard her and neither did I.

“Miguel, I’m so close… please… please… please…”

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“You!” Her screams replicated the shattering of her will as she came. Her hands pulled her hair and her body jerked while she succumbed to the call of her orgasm.


I stood and ran my fingertips down her back. Her skin was damp from the exertion of the take over from her orgasm and it was a good one.

When she calmed, she looked back at me with a nervous smile. “Hi.”

I chuckled. “Hello.”

“I… I guess I should take off. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You didn’t and you were magnificent.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

I leaned down and kissed the small of her back and she sighed.

“Now… now…”

“I’ll let you take a minute to recover and I’ll get you a glass of water before we start.” I turned and heading toward the bar to get her a bottled water.

“Start?” She asked bewildered.

“Yes. Once you’re hydrated, I want to see what it feels like for you to be that wet while I’m deep inside you.”

Her mouth opened in shock but nothing came out.

“I can put something in that hole too.”

I walked away leaving her to deal with the excitement that I knew was coursing through her. Yeah, she’d be a fun way to relieve the stress I’m feeling this week and I had no problems with doing that. Why? Because I’m a sick bastard and she hadn’t even tipped the iceberg on what that’ll mean for her.


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8.15.2016: Sh!t

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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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8.8.2016: Self-Love


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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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8.1.2016: Pretty P*ssy

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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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7.24.2016: For You (Mystery Man Part 2)


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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.

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“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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7.18.2016: Swallow and Pinch: A Home Emergency


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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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7.11.2016: Filthy Girl

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Filthy Girl

It couldn’t wait. I needed to get off now and though to some it was horrid, I knew just the place.

I rushed down the hall not bothering to play polite to those I passed. Let them assume what they wanted. I passed cubicles, desks, ringing phones, and none of it mattered. People called out to me and I continued moving pass them. My hair had broken loose of the knot I’d fixed at the back of my head and so curls bounced around my shoulders and caressed my hyper sensitive skin at my neck.

I rounded the corner to the executive offices. Seeing my door was like a warm welcoming and a jolt to my already thriving libido. Adding a sprint to my already fast pace, I got to the door and walked in to my office. I closed the door, locking it, and dropped my briefcase to the floor. Resting my forhead against the door, I killed the lights with a flick of my wrist. I took a moment to calm my racing heart before heading to the couch. On the way my shirt, pants and shoes were disposed. Reaching my destination , I leaned forward over the arm of the couch and propped my body up with my hand. I slid down my panties anticipating that first touch. When my fingers stroked the folds that yearned for exploration, I whimpered.


He’d looked so good today in that meeting and his voice and tone always condoned authority. I shouldn’t have a crush on my boss. I should be ashamed. I stroked my slit teasing and denying. He’d looked at me with that smoldering gaze of his and I couldn’t help but to think he wanted me too. The thought prompted my fingers to delve deeper. Penetrating fingers met wetness that coated my hand. I sighed, finally getting relief.

I knew I was panting, knew I was needy and yet I wanted to draw it out. I wanted an orgasm so good my toes would curl.

I felt the pressure of another body behind me, startled I froze.

“I knew that sweet body of yours wanted me. I could see it in your eyes.”

I gasped. What in the hell…?

“How’d you get in here?”

“Well, I’d come to talk to you about the assignment I’d given you but you weren’t here yet. I helped myself to your bathroom and walked out to see the most enticing sight.”

I started to straighten, removing my fingers, but felt his hardness against me. He was hard everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He ground his hips against me just before I heard him unzip his pants. He slid his thickness between my folds coating him in my juices. He teased my clit with the tip over and over taking me to the brink. Why wouldn’t he slide it in already?  I knew it would be sweet. I’d probably combust right away.

I licked my lips whimpering like a bitch in heat waiting for him to seal the deal. He snaked his hand up and grabbed my breasts, cupping them tightly. He kissed my neck and sucked on it in small circles.


Thinking was becoming harder and harder to do as my body took control. He teased my opening but never penetrated. What was he doing to me?

“Fuck me already.” I pleaded.

“Dirty girls will get what they deserve, when they deserve it.”

“Hmm…” I moaned.

He pulled back from me a bit and I heard skin slapping skin. I looked back to see him stroking himself and lost in the sensations. I dropping my hand to my clit, I joined in. Moans echoed. Skin was met with skin. Wetness met with friction. He grunted. I moaned. We panted. He gripped my breast tighter crushing me to him. We sang the song of lust as our bodies gave into our most primal desires. I turned my head searching for that connection to take me over the edge. He didn’t disappoint. His lips were the sweetest drug taking me on the best high.

He held me captive as I pushed orgasm after orgasm forward, surrendering to his will. When he let me go to enjoy his own release I fell forward bent over the couch. Shortly after, I felt warmth shooting over my butt. Jets of cum sliding between my cheeks marked this stolen moment. He stumbled backwards leaning against the wall signaling his completion. I slid a finger along my cheeks, stealing his nectar for a taste. When I sucked my finger, he chuckled.

“You are one filthy girl.”

“Maybe you should remember that for the next time.” I responded confidently.

“Yeah, I will. I like dirty girls. Fucking filthy, they are.”

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

Boss-man fixed his clothes, going back to being Mr. Commanding and put together. Except for his damped hair, nothing looked amiss.

“About that project…”

I stood up and started getting dressed. He squinted at me but continued speaking, studying me. After I was dressed and taking notes, I noticed the bulge in his pants again and I licked my lips.

“Focus.” There went that tone again.

I nodded and went back to note taking. When he was finished I understood my goal a lot clearer. This account was huge and he was trusting me with the important aspects. He turned to walk out the office but paused with his hand on the door knob.

“I don’t know how I’ll get through the day while thinking about you wearing my cum, you filthy girl. But if it becomes unbearable, you better be ready when I get back here.”

With that he left and I smiled knowing he’d be back and this time I’d show him how filthy I really am.

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6.27.2016: Mistress, Please


Inspired by Masturbation Monday


Mistress, Please


Moans filled my sleep-hazed mind stirring my libido.

“Please? Please?”

I frowned wondering if I was dreaming. When silence resumed, I settled back in trying to get lost in the happiness of sleeping in.

“Mistress Please!”

I knew that voice. I opened my eyes and rolled over to see pet stroking her plump clit. Her routine included waking up in enough time before work to masturbate. She wasn’t allowed to come, though. That was my decision as her Mistress.

I watched observing her juices coating her fingers, cunt lips, and even the sheets. She’d been a busy girl. Her thigh muscles were tense and spasming. I licked up her thigh tasting her juices. Her moans grew louder and wilder. I bit down on her thigh hearing the sweetest melody.

“Aaaah! Mistress, please!”

I chuckled. Why she thought I’d make this simple for her was beyond me. Her nipples were pebbled peaks that drew your mouth to them. I pulled them with my teeth and her body spasmed beneath me.

“So close. Please, I beg. Can pet come for you? I’ll…”

I blocked out her pleading and continued exploring “My” body. I licked across her collar bone and then bit into her neck.  She groaned and I felt a bit of her wetness against my thigh. I chuckled again.


“All of that excitement better be for me,” I spoke into her ear. I’d kept my voice low yet commanding.

“Yes!” Her fingers moved faster. I was getting into her mind now affecting her so much more.

“Pet, wants to come for Mistress, huh? I need you on edge before I can make a decision. Make that pussy beg for me. Show me how much you want to come.”

Pet threw her head back as she drove herself closer to the edge. Loud moans became groans. Her  fingers were now deep inside of her dripping cunt. I slid my fingers between us and stroked her clit. She moved to lift her head and I grabbed a fist full of her hair bringing her fully under my control.

“May I…”

“No. Not yet. Come closer to the edge. You’ll do it because I told you to. And we both know you make your Mistress happiest when you’re teetering on the edge.”

Her breathing shallowed and I knew she was just where I wanted her. Her orgasm was but a hair away. Sweat coated her body heavily as she struggled. Her body was going through the shock of being denied. She whimpered conveying the pain of holding back.  She was completely under my spell and power surged through me.  She was mine and I had the authority to make her suffer.

I leaned close to her ear to make sure that she could hear me through the fog that was probably settling in. “Come for me.”

The roar that emerged from her was electrifying. I watched her eyes as they lost focus. Her body grew heavy in my arms as she floated. Her arms went slack and I could see the beads of sweat cooling against her skin. Her fingers no longer fucked her greedy cunt. She was angled toward me and that too ignited my furnace of control.

I held her against me and waited for her to calm. I kissed her forehead, moved the wet curls from her head, and caressed her body. This was the start to my Monday and a damned good one too.


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6.20.2016: More Please



Inspired by Masturbation Monday


 More Please

I was bound helpless, just the way he liked me. I wanted what he liked because it was that much more satisfying. He picked up a flogger with long leather strands and my body shivered in response. He always pushed me hard with that one.

My nipples pebbled in anticipation. My heart beat so hard that I felt as if it were beating out of my chest. Anxiety?

“Breathe, lass. Don’t stop the fun before it begins.”

His hands were of a working man that loved to spend his days building things. I’ve watched this carpenter sand wood the way that women desired to be made love to. I’ve experienced his touch and still I was envious. Men needed to sign up as his apprentice to learn his tricks. He was great at tearing things down to build something new and beautiful. I was proof of that.

“Good girl. Stay with me.”

Painfully slow, he kissed and stroked every inch of my body bringing it to life. The good spots were rewarded with sucking and licking. I didn’t mean genitalia. There was a spot on my thigh that curled my toes, he sucked it. The sensitive space beneath my ear was licked. The side of my knee was licked and sucked. My chin was nibbled and sampled. I was a mess and he hadn’t even touched the naughty places.


I looked up at him but I felt drunk with need. I nodded wanting anything from him that he’d give. He twirled the flogger  warming up before I felt the light stings of the tips of the strands. It was more of a caress than a flogging. That didn’t stop the blood from rushing to heat my skin. Thighs, sides of my breasts, hips, calves, and belly all received his call for me to pay attention. It was a warning.

The flogging stopped and back were his mouth and hands. He kneaded my breast. Palmed my ass. Cupped my cunt. All the while kissing my lips. Sucking my nipples. Stroking my clit. Must. Not. Beg. If I did  he’d draw it out longer and even withhold orgasms. That didn’t stop me from moaning. He loved the sound of my distressed need. It fed his Sadistic nature. Only he could end my suffering and he wasn’t there yet. I’d wait.


More. I gasped loudly as he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. My body fought for freedom but the cuffs and straps held me tight. His tongue teased every nerve ending I had in my pussy.  Every tongue stroke caused a wave to move down my body. I moved against his mouth hoping to find release. So close. His teeth scathed my sensitized clit making me still. He nipped it and the pain pushed my orgasm back a bit.

I watched as he slid beneath me  and then his tongue entered me in one sweep.

“Fuck, Sir!”

He chuckled against me but his tongue never wavered. He fucked me with it as if it were his dick. In and out, slowly and then fast. My stomach tightened, fighting spasms that threatened to take over. I was juicy and beyond needy. I was under his control and loving every second. Lost in a sea of passion. I couldn’t tell you when he got up but I heard his next words loud and clear.

“That pussy gets sweeter for me every time. I want to hear your desire for me loud and clear. I don’t want you to hold back. Beg me for my touch. This is one time you won’t regret it, lass.”


Hard slashes of leather bit my skin. My eyes open wide and another struck. My thighs burned and I couldn’t help but to cry out. He stepped forward and kissed me. I didn’t hold back and whined when he stepped away again. Rewarded for meeting his demand.

He started over lightly flogging me until he built up the intensity so much that he could only target my thighs and breasts. Pain? No. It’d burned into the most delicious pleasure I’ve ever tasted. And I wanted more.

“Please… please… please…”

My body was in shock at how high he was taking me. I wanted more. Craved it like it was the best drug I’d ever taken.

“Use me! Please don’t stop.”

More lashes. More strokes. More pain. More pleasure. More Him. I couldn’t ignore the way that my body had become weightless. I gripped my hands tighter hoping not to float off of the cross that I was attached to. My thoughts? Muddled. Colors begin to blend and I couldn’t make out my captor any more. Was I crying? My eyes closed, too heavy to hold open. Moving my lips became too much. I couldn’t feel him anymore was he there?  My heart raced. Was I running? Yes! The closer I got to the edge… of… Faster I pushed. Searching for the freedom at the finish… Harder to breathe… close… building… shaking… numbness… touching…

“Come for me!”

A rush followed by a release so monumental that my throat burned it’s cry. More building…


Release. Was that another?

The growl was unmistakable. “Again.”

No amount of preparation readied me for the release so powerful that I…

Kisses so tender, I barely felt through the fog, pulled at me. Warmth enveloped me and I sighed as comfort threatened to put me in a deep sleep.

“Baby, I need you to come back to me.”

I nodded. I didn’t want to leave him. Struggling to clear my mind, I groaned.

“Lassie girl.” The command behind his words couldn’t be ignored.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. Blinking to adjust my vision, the sight of him was more comforting than the fog.

“Good. Girl.”

I lifted my leg over his and came in contact with a very stiff cock. He pulled me closer and I reached for his erection. We were in bed. When did we get here? He pulled the blanket up higher around me.

“I’m on edge, girl. Careful.”

I nodded mischievously. I lowered my head and sucked him before stroking him quickly. Dominants need rewards too right? His hips arched and bucked. I licked around the head and sucked him deep before stroking him again. His grip on me grew tighter as he held back.

“Please let me serve you.” I purred.

“Fuck, yes girl!”

Thick jets squirt from him coating my hand and his thighs. He panted and growled his release. So sexy… I removed my hand and cleaned him with my mouth, milking him for more.

“You are something else.” He said while trying to catch his breath.

I smiled as I slid up to steal a kiss. “Only for you.”


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6.13.2016: Real Simple


Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Real Simple

My angel kneeled in front of me almost too perfectly. I sipped my beer knowing exactly what I wanted tonight. Sometimes you just had to keep things real simple. And I was in a simple kind of mood.

“Lay back and touch that kitty cat for me, angel. Make her nice and wet so I can hear you purr for me.”


Angel stripped and I gave her a pillow from the couch. She propped up her upper body aiming her pussy toward the floor. She spread her lips giving me the perfect view of her glistening cunt. She was ready but I wanted her worked up before I was seated deep inside.

She teased the underside of her clit making her thighs spasm.

“Shit!” I palmed my dick ready to take her here and now.

I thought she was going to come because she was shaking so hard. She removed her fingers but ground her hips into the floor. She was only warming up. She teased her folds as if she were going to penetrate herself but she always stopped short. She was panting from how turned on she was. Her clit was swollen and begging for me to suck it. She whimpered and I looked up to see her sucking her nipple.

“Mhm…” I encouraged.

Her fingers disappeared into her dripping canal with little resistance. I could imagine being inside of her with her slick   passage sucking me deeper into her warmth. I shifted, restraining myself from saying “the hell with it” and taking over.

“Touching myself for you always  makes me want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” I unzipped my pants and pulled my boxer briefs down a bit to spring my dick free. Yeah… I was ready.


“Yes, Sir.”

Each upward thrust of her fingers was met with a downward swing of her hips bringing her closer to the edge. Her moans turned into groans. Groans into the best fucking purring I’d ever heard.

“Fuck, angel. You’re making me so hard.”

She raised her fingers of her free hand to her mouth and sucked two of her fingers into her mouth. Her moans grew louder, her hips moved wilder, and her cunt dripped. It was all for me. I stroked my shaft and it seemed to push her into overdrive. Louder moans and whimpers flowed from her quivering lips. It was time.

“Come for me, girl.” I was so aroused that my voice was strained.

“Ye-s Sir.” She screamed so loud that I gripped my cock to keep from coming.

It was one of those feel good orgasms that made her keep pumping her fingers. I slid between her legs and stroked her clit making her spiral into another orgasm.  She was limp and drifting when I picked her up and headed to the bedroom where the good shit would happen. I figured she should be comfortable when I fucked the little energy that she had left out of her.


I laid her down and stripped off my clothes. She watched through heavy lids.

“Is that kitty ready for more?”

Angel spread her legs and nodded. “Please.”

She didn’t know what she was asking for but I was about to show her.

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