Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Saturday, 23 June 2012
Quick (nature boy)
My bare foot is on the dashboard. He has his left hand clasped around my throat and his other fingers and rubbing between my legs. He's kissing me deeply, his tongue running against mine and I'm absolutely soaking. We clamber into the back and I'm curled into a corner legs wide open. I climax in moments. A deep hard aching orgasm. Once regular breathing has resumed I make him cum in my mouth. Theres so much of it and I swallow every last drop in a satisfied gulp.
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Nice and Nasty
Were kissing. Soft warm kisses. I know his mouth and it knows mine and I moan softly as he brushes his tongue against my lips and strokes his hand through my hair, down my back and over the curve of my bottom.
The air is still and warm. The sheets beneath us are crisp and fresh and smell of clean laundry. He moves me onto my back and presses his weight on top of me, our lips meet more frantically. Spit is exchanged. I can feel that he's hard. He starts to gently nudge himself against the split between my legs.
He kisses my neck and my breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, tightly between his lips, somewhere between a drag and a bite. He flicks his tongue against me. He nudges still. I'm wet and aching, he starts to part these lips and slide just into the wettest spot. Im starting to squirm and he smiles at me. I am breathless. He asks
"Why are you smiling at me?".
I reply that I don't know (Its because its gentle and delicious and because I want more).
I grip his bottom with my finger tips and try to push him deeper into me, the constant nudging is too much. He pulls back away. I say that I'm sorry and mentally kick myself. I know this battle with him and he knows my place. I will not win.
He pushes deep inside me in an effortless thrust. I gasp and moan. He slides out and does it again and more. Teasing and amplifying reactions. He continues to slide in and out and leans down into me.
"Im deciding what terrible thing to do to you".
I moan into his soft neck. These slender moments of satisfaction slip away. Replace with nervous fear. He basks in the sudden stillness and quietness of me.
"On your knees".
I get on my knees and bend down. He retrieves some metal toothed clamps from the box. He reaches between my legs, up towards my clit, brushes it with his finger tips and then pinches the inner and outer folds of my slit together, and starts to screw the pointed metal into my flesh. I squeal and try to scramble off.
"Get back here"
But god it hurts its too much, but that isn't going to stop him. The clamps are tightened snuggly. I can feel their ragged teeth gnawing into my sensitive flesh. I can hear him making satisfied sounds. He gives my arse a little lick before he pushes himself back into me. It is agony. Every bounce makes them jangle, they stimulate my clitoris in the most uncomfortable way. He's fucking me hard and I'm breathing heavy and yelping intermittently. I stay so still. I desperately want to touch myself, to take away the pain, but its impossible.
I tell him so. Oh what a fatal error. He chooses to encourage me by spreading the clamps and so my lips. I know his brain and it knows mine. I was foolish to say anything. The pain is red and hot enough to cook on.
He fucks me until The clamps begin to drop off due to my sopping hole. He lets me touch myself and come and I feel like the luckiest little slut in the world. My flesh is sore, my brain is empty and I want to make him cum, but I know he wont let me. But maybe later.
The air is still and warm. The sheets beneath us are crisp and fresh and smell of clean laundry. He moves me onto my back and presses his weight on top of me, our lips meet more frantically. Spit is exchanged. I can feel that he's hard. He starts to gently nudge himself against the split between my legs.
He kisses my neck and my breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, tightly between his lips, somewhere between a drag and a bite. He flicks his tongue against me. He nudges still. I'm wet and aching, he starts to part these lips and slide just into the wettest spot. Im starting to squirm and he smiles at me. I am breathless. He asks
"Why are you smiling at me?".
I reply that I don't know (Its because its gentle and delicious and because I want more).
I grip his bottom with my finger tips and try to push him deeper into me, the constant nudging is too much. He pulls back away. I say that I'm sorry and mentally kick myself. I know this battle with him and he knows my place. I will not win.
He pushes deep inside me in an effortless thrust. I gasp and moan. He slides out and does it again and more. Teasing and amplifying reactions. He continues to slide in and out and leans down into me.
"Im deciding what terrible thing to do to you".
I moan into his soft neck. These slender moments of satisfaction slip away. Replace with nervous fear. He basks in the sudden stillness and quietness of me.
"On your knees".
I get on my knees and bend down. He retrieves some metal toothed clamps from the box. He reaches between my legs, up towards my clit, brushes it with his finger tips and then pinches the inner and outer folds of my slit together, and starts to screw the pointed metal into my flesh. I squeal and try to scramble off.
"Get back here"
But god it hurts its too much, but that isn't going to stop him. The clamps are tightened snuggly. I can feel their ragged teeth gnawing into my sensitive flesh. I can hear him making satisfied sounds. He gives my arse a little lick before he pushes himself back into me. It is agony. Every bounce makes them jangle, they stimulate my clitoris in the most uncomfortable way. He's fucking me hard and I'm breathing heavy and yelping intermittently. I stay so still. I desperately want to touch myself, to take away the pain, but its impossible.
I tell him so. Oh what a fatal error. He chooses to encourage me by spreading the clamps and so my lips. I know his brain and it knows mine. I was foolish to say anything. The pain is red and hot enough to cook on.
He fucks me until The clamps begin to drop off due to my sopping hole. He lets me touch myself and come and I feel like the luckiest little slut in the world. My flesh is sore, my brain is empty and I want to make him cum, but I know he wont let me. But maybe later.
Wet (nature boy)
I've dressed for him, like he requested. A face of makeup, pink lips, hold ups and knickers. We're kissing, his hands running around my body, gripping my face tightly so he can direct his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. Spit and drool. Im on my tiptoes. He's making noises like he's tasting something great.
Im on my knees on the floor and he's pushing his cock down into my throat. Gag and choke. More. He's solid and dripping with precum. He's crouching over me, gripping my breasts. He moves me. Im on my back, on the bed. His head between my legs and its delicious. Im soaking. So much fluid.
Im getting fucked. Hard, endless smooth rhythm, of changing speeds. Im climaxing and squirting again and more and he's licking my tight little arse and threatening to fuck it, like thats in any way a threat.
He comes all over my face. All down my chest. It drips onto my thighs. It feels hot and wet pretty good
Im on my knees on the floor and he's pushing his cock down into my throat. Gag and choke. More. He's solid and dripping with precum. He's crouching over me, gripping my breasts. He moves me. Im on my back, on the bed. His head between my legs and its delicious. Im soaking. So much fluid.
Im getting fucked. Hard, endless smooth rhythm, of changing speeds. Im climaxing and squirting again and more and he's licking my tight little arse and threatening to fuck it, like thats in any way a threat.
He comes all over my face. All down my chest. It drips onto my thighs. It feels hot and wet pretty good
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Control
Secrecy has been a code that I have practised throughout my life.
When I attempt to crack this code, the water bursts through in a throw of vulnerability.
The water needs to be controlled and channeled, by a series of dams. So I can be damned if I do and damned if I don't. The water is dank in its depths, and endless swirling metropolis of lost or inadequate feeling.
Control satisfies the wetness. It soothes it and guides it. It makes me feel better than I could ever have feelings alone.
Its everything. Its everything I want.
When I attempt to crack this code, the water bursts through in a throw of vulnerability.
The water needs to be controlled and channeled, by a series of dams. So I can be damned if I do and damned if I don't. The water is dank in its depths, and endless swirling metropolis of lost or inadequate feeling.
Control satisfies the wetness. It soothes it and guides it. It makes me feel better than I could ever have feelings alone.
Its everything. Its everything I want.
15 small words
"Please, will you clamp my nipples?"
"You're a desperate little fuckslut"
"Im sorry. I know"
Nature boy on a monday.
He's standing in front of me and I'm taking his gorgeous cock into my mouth and sucking it and drooling onto the bed linen. He leans forward, pushing himself down my throat and pinching the cheek of my bottom, he smacks it. I keep sucking him. More and more. I cant get enough. He grips my flesh, starts to play with my cunt. I keep licking and drawing him in and drooling and gagging. Im out of my head and desperately aroused.
He leans over me and starts to lick me and jam himself down my throat. I choke more and can't breath. My eyes stream in panic, its delicious. Im a little scared of his strength. I drifting on the edge of something. He gets off me and nudges me onto my back. He sucks at me and bites me and gnaws at me. I am oozing. The way he licks me is delicious. He's always so hungry for it. It makes me feel edible and beautiful. I wish he'd chew a part away and suck up all the plasma. I want it to hurt.
His cock is hard. He wants to fuck. So do I. I beg. Im on my back and he pushes into me. Im so wet, it takes the edge of the pain that always accompanies his initial penetrations. I moan and he starts to move hard into me, bent knees and wide open thighs. He leans in and I twist his scrubby hair. We fuck like this for a while then we switch positions. Im on my knees, wiggling my bottom at him. He rims my hole with his tongue and strokes my sopping front. He says I taste so sweet and clean and pushes back into me. I come quickly and then again. He fucks me hard until my body starts to weaken from the pleasure.
I beg for him to finish on my face. All over my sweet face. I kneel in front of him, rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips and tongue and he jerks himself to a climax. I am completely coated. Sticky white all over my face, my lashes, my hair and my lip. I smear his come out of my eyes and down my neck. I massage it into my breasts and lick it off my fingers. He steadies himself on the wall. I open my eyes and give him a big smile.
He leans over me and starts to lick me and jam himself down my throat. I choke more and can't breath. My eyes stream in panic, its delicious. Im a little scared of his strength. I drifting on the edge of something. He gets off me and nudges me onto my back. He sucks at me and bites me and gnaws at me. I am oozing. The way he licks me is delicious. He's always so hungry for it. It makes me feel edible and beautiful. I wish he'd chew a part away and suck up all the plasma. I want it to hurt.
His cock is hard. He wants to fuck. So do I. I beg. Im on my back and he pushes into me. Im so wet, it takes the edge of the pain that always accompanies his initial penetrations. I moan and he starts to move hard into me, bent knees and wide open thighs. He leans in and I twist his scrubby hair. We fuck like this for a while then we switch positions. Im on my knees, wiggling my bottom at him. He rims my hole with his tongue and strokes my sopping front. He says I taste so sweet and clean and pushes back into me. I come quickly and then again. He fucks me hard until my body starts to weaken from the pleasure.
I beg for him to finish on my face. All over my sweet face. I kneel in front of him, rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips and tongue and he jerks himself to a climax. I am completely coated. Sticky white all over my face, my lashes, my hair and my lip. I smear his come out of my eyes and down my neck. I massage it into my breasts and lick it off my fingers. He steadies himself on the wall. I open my eyes and give him a big smile.
Birthday toys
He makes me get on my knees. Smacks me until I start to squeak. He gets out his first toy. A length of steel joining ever expanding spherical shapes. He rims my pouting hole. I squirm.
"This might be cold?" He knows damn well its freezing. I gasp and scrunch up. He starts to slowly push in the toy. One sphere at a time. Theres resistance as they get larger... but not much.
He slides into me. I can feel him fucking me. Every inch. The weight of the plug defines it. I can feel the knock of his piercing as it slides slowly past every new sphere it meets. The membrane that separates him at the toy feels thin and barely enough to split them. Im wincing and feel uncomfortable. I stay completely still.
He gets bored of this game, he makes me kneel up. He collars me. and retrieves his second toy from the box He slides the anal hook into my bottom and loops through rope, joining both, and slides himself back into my cunt. I am wet and desperate. He fucks me and pulls intermittently at the rope, I gasp.
I need to keep my back straight to breath. I need to curl my back to climax, the choice between oxygen and orgasms is fairly simple in my rushing head. I can feel myself choking, and coming, its exquisite. I can barely see and the room spins. It ebbs away as I straighten out and then I just want it again. Im allowed what I want.
Once he's finished using me he makes me kneel back. Im shaking and my face is a flushed. I have to look up, neck back, to keep myself from choking. He makes me stand up and turn around for him so he can admire the position of the hook. He makes me bend forward to see how far I can dip. I lean lower and lower and start to choke and throttle myself trying to get as low as I can for him. He laughs at me. "You can take that out now".
Mirror, mirror
Im in this sex smelt up room with my head down and my arse up. She made my turn so that my holes are facing towards the blacked out mirror. There could be countless people watching her push her fingers into my holes and stretch me. There could be two or ten or more looking at her try and fit her fist in the flexing muscular gap. Thats a good thought. She already made me squirt out fluid. Im slipping in it now, trying to hold my grip and touch myself, reaching to climax.
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