That said, my preferences and the reality.
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Posted:May 4, 2016 9:40 am
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I love sex, that said: I work and have family commitments, those come first. The same with you?
I love to masturbate, that said: my favorite place is the bathtub or for that matter, any water environment. I do believe I have tried them all…no, let me correct myself, another possible bucket list item to add to the hot air balloon. I digress , for it is underwater. Would it draw unwelcome company?
I love high heels, that said: I never wear them, when I do, I fall. Beautiful, love the sound of them, a rhymmic clapping to awaken the pussy. Does it do the same for a cock?
I admire long nails, that said: my one attempt for a wedding; not mine, left me unable to get the gas cap off my car, the money out of my wallet, tying a shoe" Oh my god", and yes my eyes are rolling. Can you imagine what I could have done while trying to get a harden cock out of your pants?
I love handwork on my pussy, that said: slow, gentle, perceptive…then deep, hard , persistant Would you like to try and fist me?
I love to suck cock, that said: Yes it will depend on how big you are if I can take it all in my mouth. I don't like to gag, I am good and if you let me play your flute. Would you care to feel the tune in my head, on your head?
I am a beginner with toys, that said: I like to use them on myself; unless the person handling one doesn't force, enjoys watching a women open to take it deeper, an aware partner. Would you like to play with my toys?
I like anal, that said: clean and at my pace and then you will be surprised how deep you can go. Would you care to play in my back yard?
I would like three or more men and women, that said: dream on, it is hard enough getting one whose work schedule works with mine, two, or three. Would you like to play in a group with me?
I love stranger sex, that said: I will want to meet you in a public place.
All this could be true, that said: I am a writer with a vivid imagination.
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Just a bath
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Posted:Apr 1, 2016 9:34 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2016 9:41 am
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Friday, April 1, 2016
12:38 AM
Moving into an apartment of her own was a small slice of heaven for her. Just the addition of a tub to her life created a small place for her to please herself. A candle, a sweet spiced scent, hot water with a touch of oil spilling into the smooth sides of the tub. A cold dark beer in a long neck bottle and a small bowl filled with a indica mix. And last, but not least as they say, a vibrator. Moving about the small space with fluid motions. Stepping gratefully out of her uniform, letting it slide to the floor, undoing the hooks from her basic black bra, she lifts her breasts free of the confines, her nipples respond to the air and the moisture now rising from the deepening water. Music is the last ingredient, something with harmonies, a horn.
Her hair tumbled free from its bun swings freely as first a toe and then a quick step and slide into the water, making her sigh in release.
Sitting in the water, she turns it now to a shower, the water wetting her hair. The smooth soap fitted neatly in her palm moves, cleansing and soothing ever niche of tension. Turning off the shower she sinks into the water, shoulders submerged. She closes her eyes. Some moments later she reaches for the beer and church key sitting on the floor by the tub, with a long draw on the beer, savoring the deep rich flavor. Her mouth moves onto the bottle and she lingers there as she takes another sip. Soon the bottle is empty and she slides it into the water beside her, letting the hot water warm it. Her fingers wet and with a dab of coco butter on them reach and stroke her pussy. She pulls the hair on top and dips her finger into her honeypot. She is wet and lubing the bottle neck she places it at the opening and slowly pushes it into her pussy. The ribs on the bottle sending shivers through her. She plays with it gently at the opening where the nerves wake and begin to spread deeper. She pushes the bottle deeper, forcing a little and it feels so good to push it in and out with a slight curve of the hand to catch the lip of her pussy just so, sitting up she places the bottle between her lips and lowers her pussy onto the bottle, letting herself open, she again reaches and as she grinds her hips just a bit harder onto the bottle she lights the small bowl. She lets her pussy open around the bottle that is now deep in her and rising slightly she begins to fuck the bottle. It happens without warning the flood that surrounds the bottle, making it even more a pleasure to push it deeper. Laying back down in the water with the bottle held deep, using her other hand she brings the vibrator to the tip of her clit and begins on low to circle it as she slowly fucks her pussy. This is a different release, not as deep, but rippling and she feels the puffs of her cum as she squirts. Refilling the tub with hot water she closes her eyes and her fingers lightly stroking her lips below the waterline, she slips into a fantasy world fueled by the vibrator that is as deep as she can get it in her.
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A cup of coffee
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Posted:Mar 6, 2016 2:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2016 11:34 am
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Every weekend after the busy week he would sit and people watch at the little coffee shop down the street. He aways brought a book or his computer as a screen, but really he liked to sit back and watch the people arrive, most in a hurry to get their coffee and run, but she was like him.
She would arrive and patiently step aside to let those in a rush get their coffee and bagels to run out the door. She would wait and have light and cheerful conversations with the barristas, all she knew by name. How is your term paper going, your have they left to go back to their mom yet? Each and every question a proof that she listened and cared.
She dressed for comfort, a pair of jeans not to tight,but they showed that even at her age she had curves that would be a delight to hold. A fitted camisole, under which her nipples showed that there would be some length to tease with lips and teeth. A jean shirt swaying gently above the hips as she moved across to her favorite spot , which by some miracle always seemed to be open; no matter the varied times of day that she chose to arrive.
Early on he began to have fantasies about her, she was older and he had recently began to entertain the idea of being with a woman who knew herself, someone who seemed at this distance to lack the drama that he had experienced with the woman his own age.
Slowly over a period of weeks she took notice of him, she would nod as she passed his table, a slight wave of the hand in recognition of another people watcher. She did not even attempt to hide that she observed all the comings and goings. she would bring out a ball of yarn and with her needles in motion watch. Her drink of choice was a tall in a glass dirty chai, sometimes with a roll. He would watch as she put the small pieces she broke off to her mouth. A beatiful mouth that when she licked her lips he wanted to press the head of his cock there and watch it slide in and go deep into her throat.
Occasionally she would have company at her table, always a man. They would have coffee and talk and then walk out and leave together. It was this ease with which she hung out with the men that convinced him he should try talking to her. Would she sense that he wanted to fuck her so badly.
It was a warm afternoon and when he arrived; her spot was open and with deliberation he took a seat there. He could see why she liked it so much, the window had a ledge and she could see all the cars and people from there. Watching, he sees her walking down the sidewalk, coming from who knows where. A long dress momentarily hides her sandled feet with each almost skipping stride that she takes. Her hair today is lying loose and falling midway to her waist. She moves with the ease of a dancer and looking both ways she ignores the walk light and comes across the street in defiance of the flashing orange hand. Seeing this, he knows he is on the right track, she is a rule breaker.
Walking in the door she glances to her spot and her eyes widen, he stands and walking to her says in a low voice," May I buy you a dirty chai?" Looking straight into his eyes, with a quick bite of the lower lip she nods her assent. " A dirty chai for the lady please." With almost a sigh, under her breath he hears," what makes you think I am a lady?" upon hearing her breathy reply his groin tightens and he knows that she knows soon this will lead further.
A thank you is exchanged as she lightly touches his hand when he hands her his offering, for that is what it is, the ice breaker and how he wants to wade into the waters he sees in her eyes as she smiles up at him. He realizes that he has never in all this time gathered her name, but her thank you ends with his, so she has noticed him.
"Come sit with me" she has taken back her spot and it is she who invites him. The conversation is light and easy, touching briefly on histories as she drinks her chai with a slow calm. Her mouth wet from the chai her lips parted just enough. " Come let us go" it is said with such ease, so quiet he almost misses the words. She gathers her belongings and rises, Yes?
She is quiet on the walk to a small apartment, she walks in the door that was never locked and placing her things on a small side table she relives him of his backpack and taking both of his hands walks backwards leading him in to a scented bedroom with a plants the only curtain for the window. He starts to speak,but with a firm finger she places it on his lips and utters a musical shhh. Reaching down she loosenes the button on his jeans and with a zip she pushes them to the floor. Kneeling she frees him from the shorts he wears and with a soft blow upon the head of his cock her mouth envelops him and he gasps as she takes almost all of his hard cock into her mouth. Lifting her he lays her on the bed and his hands begin a slow exploration from her ankles up to her wet and very wanting pussy. He parts her lips and watches as she throws her head backwards and arches to meet him, pushing his fingers deeper into herself.
She is wet and tight as he enters her, lifting her hips to meet him and as he begins to pump her slow at first, then with force that she meets equally, he begins to press and torture her nipples under his fingertips and she just gets wetter and the moans are no longer soft, but gutteral and deepe.r He feels her tighten and she begins to gush around him as he explodes with his balls pressed against her ass. Later as the day is waning she leads him to the door and gently pushes him out with a promise that there will be more time for a cup of coffee soon. She closes the door and as he walks away the sun begins to set and the fantasies begin again.
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What I Learned This Year
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Posted:Jan 1, 2016 11:30 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2016 9:51 am
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The titled should be more properly listed as "What I have learned about dating sites and my sexuality.
I came to list my profile after a rather long hiatus from sex. I came with I thought my eyes wide open, but I grew up in the times where you went to a bar. In my younger days I would have walked into the bar and decided who I wanted to go home with( I was wild even then) then I would have preceded to make the man think he was the one picking me up.
Here it is presented that all is out in the open, pictures like those I have willingly posted of pussies and tits, asses in the air ready for you to enter.
All there just like walking into a brothel, or perhaps more like a smorgasbord. For here you do not pay by the piece, you can pick and choose.
I learned to press the flirt button, much like I would have done in the bar scene and then I have waited, but I am not like a spider in a web, I don't wish to devour anyone, just a taste here and a lick there with all going home with their appetites satisfied.
I learned that many really only want to chat, that their minds and hands can do the rest for them without them ever needing to leave the comfort of their homes. Those I lost interest in or made the mistake of setting a met only to have them not show up. Not sure what they got out of their dishonesty, but I forgive and understand that for some a meet in the flesh does not have the allure that it does for me. I cannot get off on just a word or a picture, I need the touch, the thrust, the taste, the smell. For I truly am a woman who enjoys fucking.
I learned that you can chat to much and somewhere say the wrong thing, post the wrong picture and poof someone you thought you had a connection with disappears. They can just not explain what you did to offend them, because in this digital world of online dating( sorry can't stomach that word) online searching, you owe no one any explanation, I call it digital rudeness. There have been two that I thought I really could have fun with just vanish into thin air with no word as to why.
I learned that my misconception that I should not play with those younger than me , was just that bogus. I found that they understand this world of NSA better than some of the older men. I found I didn't have to worry about ruining their conception of women and that they like to fuck just as much as I do.
I learned that for many who say they are okay with NSA, it is not true. They really do want to find a LTR. I also have learned the abbreviations that go along with this strange online world. To those out there just say what you want.
I learned that I do truly like variety, always have and that is okay. The loves in my life that are now gone I was as true to as the north star, but now I can and will play and I am enjoying every moment of it.
I learned that pictures that are well shot and cropped are a woman's best tool and those who say looks don't matter are not always telling the truth. Hence I learned not to send a full shot, I do have flaws , earned by life and time, but if you can just see beyond that we can have a great time. I do mean it when I say looks are not the most important thing to me and it truly is the personality.
I learned I am submissive and do want a man to take the lead, just like in dancing, but I am good at adding a twist when needed though I am submissive in bed , I am as independent as a wild cat. I don't want to be owned, just stroked.
I learned I want to play and fuck as much as I can this coming year, because at my age who knows what tomorrow will bring, I am okay with that cause really no one does no matter your age. Blessed Be to all in this New Year.
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A Taste
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Posted:Dec 27, 2015 11:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2016 10:14 pm
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It was purely by accident that he walked out of his shop at that moment. Looking briefly up from the lock he was struggling in the cold to place the key in , out of the ice cream shop across from him she strolled. Cupped in her gloved hands was a sugar cone crowned with a large scoop of chocolate ice cream. In his mind he thought who in their right mind would be eating ice cream today? And then he froze in place as her tongue circled the chocolate from the rim of the cone and round it went up to the top of the ice cream. It made him instantly hard. She licked her lips and swallowed and then with a flourish she lowered her mouth slowly onto the mound of chocolate and she lightly sucked at it, a dropped fell upon her exposed wrist and bending her head she licked it clean. All of her concentration was on the ice cream and she didn't notice that he had fallen in behind her as she walked slowly upon the cobbled path. Her mouth opened and again she swirled from the rim to the top and then froze as she glanced his way and saw his intent look.
The smile was instant and as she lowered her mouth on the ice cream her eyes never left his. Then lowering them to his crotch, she beckoned with her hand. When he reached her, standing on tiptoe, the scent of chocolate on her breath she whispers " Would you care for a taste?" " Of me?"
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Motivation
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Posted:Nov 18, 2015 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2015 9:52 pm
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She slide further under the water, letting her head relax and feeling her hair spread out around her. It was an effort to relax, to let go, taking a bath had become a routine to prepare herself for her time with him. At first her mind set had been that a Master would be just what she needed. Right... why he had even taken her on as a sub was beyond her. It was a titillating idea to dive into a world that she thought was for misfits. Those who don't belong. She couldn't have been further from the truth in those early conjectures. What she found in this man was someone who dispite her getting in her own way had led her into territory so unimagined that she could not put it into words.
When they met the first time at the "interview" she was wet with anticipation and she was ready to jump in pussy first. She got lucky, this man really was a Master,of himself. At the time she did not realize just what a woman she was and she could have so easily been thrown into a world that damaged her. Instead he led her, not gently but with a firm guidance to her first real experience of true ecstatic fullfillment. It was surreal.
She had never been with anyone who focused on her, that in itself was amazing. She had always thought that she had to get the man hard, she had to find his spots and she had to get him off. It was almost to much to have that much attention focused on her. As he tied her slowly and with grace of movement that belied the years he must have practiced to tie the silky rope so that it held her, she was not frightened as she thought she would be. It felt safe, like she was being buckled into a car seat to make sure that she was not harmed. She was worth the time it took. His hands stroked her and he watched with such intensity her responses. Shedding her clothes had been easy compared to the shedding of her preconceptions of what was going to happen. She had learned that day that a Master dominates by finding the key to opening the door to a subs mind, his intent was to have her break away from the mindset she had about what he wanted from her and later she saw to free her from what she thought she wanted.
He decided the blindfold was crucial at the beginning. The tools of the Master were intimidating to see. Closing that avenue off made her use her other senses and she did not freeze up as much. It forced her to journey within, a place that she was not the most comfortable with.
When they had talked, she had not been able to express exactly what it was she wanted. Was it a one night stand? No there had been enough of those. Was it a love affair? No she needed some stability and an affair would be just another thing to worry about, would he call, was I pretty enough, when would he be done with her?
He thought she had potential, what the hell is that? She thought she had potential too, but to be a slave? What was the difference? She could submit, no problem she thought. When she let go that first time and submitted it was like a light bulb turned on. It took control on her part to let go and give, willingly to another. It took self control just the thing she thought she had none of. Why she trusted him was a mystery, it could have been the soft tone of his voice, it could have been how he knew just how much and where to spank her, he built her stamina to take the blows and she wanted them, the rhythm of the blows and the exact placement set her on fire. The single tip stung and when he sent it round to the front to flick her nipples,the wet exploded out of her and down her legs. She felt him step around to the front and his hand stroked and then took her nipples firmly between his fingers and pinched with a pull, even the soft gag in her mouth could not contain the cry that escaped her lips. She felt the fullness of his cock against her thigh as his hand traveled down and slide past her recent release to slide his finger in her, almost like a dip stick checking the level of arousal. With a slip of a knot she is released and eased to the floor and entered with such force that the moan on her lips is swallowed as a gasp. The thrusts are swift and percise setting her reeling as the waves of pleasure cascade and to her wonder she was the waterfall. In that moment she knew that she had found a Master someone who would dominate her by using her own pleasures against her. If it had been a game, she had lost...or had she. He would not need to make her do anything, she his slave would want to do everything.
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Waiting
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Posted:Nov 17, 2015 4:06 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2015 3:42 am
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Waiting is not a Gemini trait she decided as she sat and checked the time on her cell one more time. It had been this way when they had met on a dating site, She would write something to him and then wait for days to receive a reply. She would check his profile and feel like a stalker, she wanted to know if he had visited the site that day and just chosen not to communicate with her. She was damed if she was going to contact him again, instead she took the desire and wrote or designed.
He had sparked a curiosity in her to understand who she was, really. She was remembering that there were in her lifetime more than her fair share of encounters in which she could have chosen to play different roles in the relationship, she always chose the submissive role. Playing a switch was possible, but not comfortable. Giving a man what he wanted was her way. She enjoyed teasing and playing all of it designed to prolong his pleasure as well as her own. Now though she was in uncharted territory. Being submissive and being a submissive were very different. She was trying to understand terms like humiliation and what does it really mean? Is there more than being told that you are a slut, cunt, worthless and what was the purpose? She could not fathom the mind of a Dominant and had a feeling that could prove to be dangerous. She had been careful who she took an interest in, someone who was older and she hoped someone who had some experience, she had none.
She was a bit fearful of those that talked about collars and cuffs, not that she didn't find them a turn on, but to be helpless and totally under the control of someone she was just meeting not only made her wet, but hesitant. She had never let anyone tie her up in a way she could not escape. It was a game, but one in which she had control. He had been very clear that control would be his and his alone.
She had avoided those who talked of showing her off, she knew she was not a show piece. When she thought of a man wanting to do that, she saw a woman who looked fantastic in all ways, perfect hair, body. The scanty pieces she was allowed to wear looked better because she wore them.
She had grown up the blue eyed devil in a family of dark eyed people. Her father's people were strong featured and she looked like her father in facial structure with eyes so deep set in the high cheekbones that it was easy to miss the slant that went with them. The skin colored in the freckles that her mother had called her private constellations. Her private dreams had included her being able to unzip her skin to step out with dark skin, that included shiny black hair---not the towhead tangled halo of her hair.
She was built with the curves that would have made her a goddess in an earlier age, but she grew up in a time when being built more like a boy was the favored look. The idea that a man would proudly show her off was not really within her comprehension. He had made it clear that he was free to do with her as he willed. Was she looking for someone who could push the limits she had set upon herself?
He had said that an interview was to be set up and so she waited to hear a beep on her phone that told her where she was to meet him. Everything would be of his choosing, from where, to how he would use her. She had agreed and now the gypsy part of her was questioning her sanity.
How could fifteen minutes be so long a time? How could it stir all this in such a way?
The answer was easy. She wanted it, needed it. Now had she chosen wisely?
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Frozen in headlights
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Posted:Nov 16, 2015 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2015 3:51 am
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Rounding the corner and looking up she found that she had her usual luck with buses, the Dash was just turning to reach the busstop and she would still need to have a walk light in her favor to catch it , with a sigh she sets out to walk , it will be quicker than waiting for the bus, it allows her mind to flow freely and when she wears the thong panties it rubs against her mound as she begins the walk to her place. She has been thinking a lot lately about a man she has not met, nor seen. His hold is through the words he uses to lure. She is like an animal who walks up to the trap and smells it , pacing close, but out of reach, she wants want is being offered. She thinks. She also thinks that she can get what she wants without being caught. Mulling these thoughts she realizes that this feels different and agreeing to play might have consequences that she fears and yet she is drawn to this like a moth to the flame. She realizes that her pussy is wet , the thong rubbing enough to awaken her and the thoughts of this mystery man also bringing the wetness to the edge of her lips. She has played with those who are physical in their dominance, but they never touch her mind and this man has captured her interest . She knows it may all be just word play, her throbbong pussy tells her it hopes that isn't so. He says just enough and it sets her to the edge of her seat and the wetness is immediate. He speaks of a whipping that she almost would beg for. Is begging for in her own way. Entering her room she turns off the lights and she begins a slow dance, peeling her clothes off as she goes toward the shower, turning the water on she slides under the hot waterfall and wishes that he stood in front of her so she could kneel and take him in her mouth with the water falling around her. She can imagine him filling her mouth as he grows with her tender strokes and the tongue running his shaft. To sooth her desire, her fingers part the lips of her pussy and her fingers dip inside going as deep as they can in serach of that spot. Then freezing in motion, she imagines that she is told to hold still, just a small simple command. Could she, would her hips hold still and not grind into her fingers for one last stroke before obeying. She chuckles at the game she is playing with herself, knowing it is a game. She has read all the directions, the strategies shared. She has even played a few starter games, but this man is different . It is not a game and that is why she froze like a deer in the headlights.
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a word or two
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Posted:Nov 16, 2015 7:03 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 4:11 am
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She is not sleeping again. Sleep? That elusive commodity that she so needs, before her day begins in the early morning. Pacing she is thinkg of a man. Damn him already.She have not even seen a picture, nor would she dare to ask. He controls her already just with words, of course he does not know that. Or most likely he does. It is backwards today she thinks to herself, we show our bodies and our private parts, but don't share our thoughts as well. The winner of the top fan prize comes up with the clever ideas of what to say to draw the attention of others. She did and now she only wishes to draw the attention of one.
It had always been a game, of wits and minds. From the early show and tell with Bobby, it was who could outwit the other to show the least and see the most. It was the excitement of playing to lose that made her wet. Even then at twelve. She knew she would win if she lost the game, per se.
The season of the rodeo is over and the barns are standing empty except for their bales of hay stored away for the coming season. Moving the hay around they build themselves warm niches to keep out the wind. The play tunnels became love tunnels that year. They were no longer content to wrestle in the hay, he pressed the issue, he pushed the limits she had set, he was the first to push his fingers between her moist lips and take them as his own. The smell of the hay intense as they heated it with their breathes. He whispers in her ear and his teeth sink in to her neck, causing her to stop breathing as the pleasure explodes in her. He leaves his mark over and over again.
He would sit by her in the cafe and whisper what he would be doing to her once she had closed the register. His words alone, or perhaps with the warmth of his breath would cause a shiver to move through her, She would get up and begin the clean up of the tables, knowing that his eyes were following her every move. Gathering his things together, with a brush against her on the way out, uttered low would be his parting words,"Be on time." Of course she would be late, Of course there were consequences.
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The Bench
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Posted:Nov 10, 2015 7:12 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 4:11 am
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She knew it was coming on and so she sat upon the bench. the lover's bench as the college reffered to it. He saw her sitting there alone and with a nod of his head that sent his hair into his face, he asked to sit down. he was so perfect. with the hard beauty of youth. The lines of his face at their peak. He was caught the moment he was within her scent. Lips met first, grazing across almost dry lips, parted and then swept in his and wetted as his tongue pushes in and fills her mouth with his possesion. It ended quicker than she would have liked, but he was nervous in the outdoors. Embarresed at his performance, he speaks a soft thank you and pulls his hood up and disappears into the night. If he had looked back he would have seen the tabby cleaning herself upon the bench, curling up and waiting.
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The capture, part one
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Posted:Oct 24, 2015 12:49 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2016 8:20 pm
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In the beginning they were taken by force or killed, or both. Those who made it past the first night did so by luck, fate or just chance. Her small village didn't have a chance when the invaders came. The march to the ocean took three days, the ropes around her feet and hands were not removed when they wanted to use her. She gave them her body, letting the deep thrusts take her into another realm, knowing that they could only take her body, her mind still remained hers.
In the tents with the other women she listened to the tales of what had happened. Some of the women looked out at her with almost blank eyes, those she knew would not make it on the trek across the mountains to their ocean destination. She tried to sooth them and did her best to minister the the wounds that they received from men who had no reason to hold back.
She had learned early that if she stayed to the front of the tent that the men coming in to be serviced moved on. They were warriors and usually didn't have this much chance at a women. In their home villages, they were the young, untried and didn't have the prestige to have their choice in women so they didn't want the first women that they saw and would always move through the tent on to those hiding in the corners.
She had not been of any consequence in her village, now it served her well, Her clothes did not attract the eye, she did not have the sparkling bangles and bright clothes that attracted the attention of the warriors. After a short foray into a village along the way the pace had picked up on the march and then she made a misstep.
Gradually during the forced march their numbers had dwindled and the watch had become more relaxed. The ropes had been removed so that they could gather firewood. One of the women began to throw a fit, complaining of having to do such menial work. Going on and on about who her family was, he killed her in a split second. Panic swept through the women and she took advantage of it to slip into the brush.
As the sun reaches it's zenith, she is thirsty and still she stays in hiding with the patience of a cat waiting for the sun to dip behind the mountains for the night. Crawling from under the bush she stumbles to her feet trying to stamp some feeling back into her cramped legs. Heading away from the trail of footseps going towards the sea, under the waxing moon she treads lightly towards home.
As the sun begins to break with glorious colors, she is fading from lack of food and water, fear no longer the catalyst to keep her going she finds a niche to curl up in.
Awakening to the clop of horses hooves, she is instantly still and on alert, peeking from under the ledge where she lies curled, she sees the hooves. Stepping down from his is the man who killed the woman. Walking around his , he reaches under the ledge and drags her out by her hair. Screaming and kicking like a small hellcat she comes out with claws darting for his eyes. His hands clamping on her arms cause tears and the screaming turns to a whimper. Speaking clearly in her own language she hears, "There you are , you little vixen, thought to get away did you? I should kill you, but spirit interests me."
Trussing her hands tightly behind her he forces her to kneel before him using her hair to guide her into the positon he wants with her face level with his crotch.
" You were going to be a house slave, easy enough work , now you belong to me. " Moving aside his tunic he brings her mouth down to his cock, already swelling in anticipation of her punishment. Bending his head close to her, lifting her eyes to his with a yank of her hair, " Please me now and perhaps I will not draw blood"
This she knows how to do and with a practiced tongue she licks up from the base of his cock to the head, opening her mouth to receive the head, she is not prepared when with her hair as the reins he slams his cock into her mouth with enough force to send her back on her heels, rocking back she tries to get away. Stepping in closer his cock deep in her mouth, he reaches and rips the shirt from the hem upwards til her back lies open to him. Lifting her head from him, he looks into her eyes and sees there defiance, " Kneel, your head to the ground, do not look up, do not move, do not make a sound, do you understand me?" Nodding she kneels. Untieing her hands he places them above her so her body presents to him her back and ass. " Remember my instructions, all you have to do is those three things. " The whip she had managed to avoid before, descends with a force that takes the breath away from her, every ounce of her will needed to not scream and try to get away. The blows continue til she no longer is concious. She had not made a sound. His cock is throbbing and hard as he slips it into her wet pussy, smiling he knows what he has found.
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ordinary place
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Posted:Oct 15, 2015 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2016 12:16 am
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It was an ordinary place to have sex on the fly, neither of them had the funds for a room and it was just a check out the packages meet up. Or had started that way. She was very hesitant, he was a young Dominant. She knew that when he spanked, it would start with more force than was good. It is such a fine balance that leads to a pussy becoming silky wet and the dry protective wet. She knew the difference, did he?
This space provided protection from a spanking, it would have to be a future threat.
Her mind relaxed as her mouth made contact with the small drop of cum on the smooth and beckoning head pushing its way out of the tight jeans. She lowers her mouth so slowly savoring the first filling of her mouth as she engulfs him in moist shape shifting,. Her mouth forming to the hard cock as she swallows him to the balls. She feels him shift to a thicker form and her mouth sucks him in and with her tongue she plays along his shaft. Her pussy is wet and she shifts onto her knees in the small space and her rounded ass sways into his view, covered by the soft cotton of the dress she wore. As she lowers her head even deeper onto his cock, he has to see the ass naked and he ripples the dress up in his hands until the color changes from black to pale. He could cum now in her mouth just thinking of the red marks he would lay on those exposed cheeks. Instead he stops her and tell her to sit up and spread her legs for him, with a long lick up his shaft, she obeys his command, hearing in his voice that he is not requesting. Her legs legs parted she watches under guarded lashes, as he shifts and his hand comes down with a smack on her pussy, surprised she moans and feels the wetness spring to the lips, he trails his fingers through it and dips slowly into her and watches her arch to meet him. She licks her lips and bites on the edge of her lip as she sucks in her breath on the next stroke of his hand, which pushes with force into her as his other hand begins to tease her clit.
Leaning towards her, " I don't want a drop on the seat, do not cum until I give you permission." His mouth comes down and with his hands and tongue she is taken from zero to....No she will not cum, she comes back and looks him in the eyes, he is watching her every. Taking his hands away he spreads her legs wider and slowly caressing her up her thighs he enters her again with his hands, this time added a third finger, pushing deeper and his tongue has her holding his head as she moves towards a spill, no, no, she again surfaces and taking a deep breath stops the flow that is cumming. He sighs , he so wanted to have this as a reason to punish her, to place his mark on her ass. She looks up at him with the cunning of a cat and licks her lips, the look says it all, she is tuned into the desire and just the thought of his flog and her guard down just for a moment and, a drop of silky dew is on the seat.
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Blowin in the wind
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Posted:Oct 11, 2015 9:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2015 6:37 pm
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I love the wind and tonight it is blowing, Earlier I took a walk in the wind and the darkening sky. My most fluid fantasies happen while I am walking. Reality was a hard fuck in the meadow the night before and a promise of more and the addition of a Mistress. My eyes are on the rustle of the leaves passing from tree to tree as the wind moves through. I am thinking of the flow of electric that travels from my nipples to my pussy when they are aroused. I see her in her leather and her new favorite flogger, one that needs much more use to break it in right. He brings me in front of her and I kneel, bending forward with my arms out above the tangle of my hair. It is loose for he has already used it to bring my mouth further down upon his cock, gagging me and then bringing my head up for his lips to crush down upon mine, forcing my lips open and I open and allow him his way. His promise is of more to come as I kneel for her inspection. Lifting my head she looks into the blue of my eyes and a slow smile touches her lips as she slides a blindfold over them and stepping away her hand flows over my collar bone and traps a nipple between her finger tips, squeezing with a roll to the whole hand cupping the full breast. " Shush" she says,"Not a sound". And I know he has told her that I use the moans to accept the push of my limits in pain. He had shoved his shirt in my mouth and held it there the night before as he pushed his cock into my ass, using the gag almost like reins to bring my head up and my ass into a position to go as deep as his balls will let him. I bite my lower lip to keep the cry from my lips as the flogger hits for the first time. I come to in my walk as the wind picks up and the lights in the area go out. I am walking in the dark, wet.
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