Thursday, 23 January 2014
Sir - Choice
I'm lying next to my Sir. Breathless. An expanse of pale, flat property. He is stroking my pussy in exquisite repetition. I know I am wet and ready but is he? Is he ready. It's his choice. It's always his choice. I am his choice and I love him.
Michael 3#
We're lying in bed together, it's dark, there's been talk about sleeping. He spoons into me and starts to stroke my back and shoulders. It's irresistible. I melt into him and he hardens against the cheeks of my bottom.
He hand slides around and begins to caress my breasts, run up to my throat and squeeze hard, cutting the air.
He pulls me into him. I twist my neck, kissing, desperate, he pushes his body on top of mine and pins my arms above my head. I struggle desperately against him. He holds me down. He pushes his thigh into my soaking groin. I writhe. Mewling, bleating, keeping the pressure on my cunt. I buck and strain and try to escape until the energy leaves my body and I give in.
He wants me to ask him. He wants me to admit defeat. He wants me to beg. I won't. I will. I do.
"Please touch me".
He smirks.
"Please".
He lets my hands go and sinks his teeth into my breasts. Biting and sucking my nipples, his teeth score down my body. Leaving marks and bruises as he gnaws my thighs and cunt. His tongue finds my clit. Sucks. Flicks. I cry out, it's exquisite.
His fingers find my hole and he begins to thrust them inside me. I sit up and kiss his mouth. Wet and salted and tasting of sex. It's intense and brain warping. The room is dark. He brings me to a heady, loud climax by rubbing his fingers into internal points of pleasure. Aching and coming on and on, I let go and soak his hands.
I make him come afterwards. He plunges his digits into my spent cunt as I suck on him. He spanks my arse. He fucks my throat and spurts his seed all over the roof of my mouth. We fall asleep together in a half embrace. A good night. A good weekend.
He hand slides around and begins to caress my breasts, run up to my throat and squeeze hard, cutting the air.
He pulls me into him. I twist my neck, kissing, desperate, he pushes his body on top of mine and pins my arms above my head. I struggle desperately against him. He holds me down. He pushes his thigh into my soaking groin. I writhe. Mewling, bleating, keeping the pressure on my cunt. I buck and strain and try to escape until the energy leaves my body and I give in.
He wants me to ask him. He wants me to admit defeat. He wants me to beg. I won't. I will. I do.
"Please touch me".
He smirks.
"Please".
He lets my hands go and sinks his teeth into my breasts. Biting and sucking my nipples, his teeth score down my body. Leaving marks and bruises as he gnaws my thighs and cunt. His tongue finds my clit. Sucks. Flicks. I cry out, it's exquisite.
His fingers find my hole and he begins to thrust them inside me. I sit up and kiss his mouth. Wet and salted and tasting of sex. It's intense and brain warping. The room is dark. He brings me to a heady, loud climax by rubbing his fingers into internal points of pleasure. Aching and coming on and on, I let go and soak his hands.
I make him come afterwards. He plunges his digits into my spent cunt as I suck on him. He spanks my arse. He fucks my throat and spurts his seed all over the roof of my mouth. We fall asleep together in a half embrace. A good night. A good weekend.
Michael 2#
He is over my chest fucking my mouth. His cock jamming repeatedly down my throat. Every time he does this now he pushes me harder. I think it's a test. For him not me.
I can't escape. I'm crying this time. Genuine tears. I'm scared and I can barely breath. Makeup drips down my face, my cheeks are red. My eyes pop. He's given up on holding back. He hits me hard across the face. Several times. My ears ring. He doesn't stop gagging me. His hand finds my throat. He doesn't stop hurting me. He isn't going to stop. I don't want him to.
When he decides that he wants to come, he jams his fingers into my mouth and pulls down my jaw, he pushes down hard underneath my tongue and jerks his cock all over my open maw. He ejaculates and smears it into my eyes and hair. Breathing heavy and looking down at me. His body shakes and weakens. I am soaking and electric.
He's dazed. I'm in tears. It's sweet.
I can't escape. I'm crying this time. Genuine tears. I'm scared and I can barely breath. Makeup drips down my face, my cheeks are red. My eyes pop. He's given up on holding back. He hits me hard across the face. Several times. My ears ring. He doesn't stop gagging me. His hand finds my throat. He doesn't stop hurting me. He isn't going to stop. I don't want him to.
When he decides that he wants to come, he jams his fingers into my mouth and pulls down my jaw, he pushes down hard underneath my tongue and jerks his cock all over my open maw. He ejaculates and smears it into my eyes and hair. Breathing heavy and looking down at me. His body shakes and weakens. I am soaking and electric.
He's dazed. I'm in tears. It's sweet.
Michael 1#
I have my head in his lap and he's been petting my skin for a long while.
He pulls at the material of my top, to grope and feel my breasts.
He runs his hand down between my legs and starts to stroke the outer lips of my cunt. I take down my pants.
Silky, gentle slides of his finger tips up and down. I remember saying I enjoyed this, some time, somewhere. This is why I like him, he takes pleasure and runs with it.
He strokes me continuously, small pauses when my breathing gets too sharp and hard, he lets me settle, then starts again. I'm not sure how long this goes on for. A long while. Im starting to get frustrated, aroused, writhing and furrowing my brow.
The veil of plump and engorged outer flesh holds back a damn of silken, liquid. I'm turned on and up to the max.
I can't stop the desperate breaths, the little moans, the frustration and then finally. Finally after an hour or what it was, of gentle petting, he parts my lips and plunges his fingers into my soaking cunt.
I cry out in relief. He thrusts and rubs his thumb against my clit, leans over and draws me into a kiss, I twist and writhe, my reactions causing him to get hard. He pulls his cock roughly from his slacks and pushes it towards my mouth. I lick and suck as best I can as he continues to rub at me, build me up and excite me.
I pull him in, breathless, hoarse and desperate.
"Fuck me. I need you to take me to bed and fuck me, I need it. I need your cock in my pussy. Please. God. Can we?"
"Get up".
I dart quickly to his room. He follows. I pull off my top, he yanks down his pants and his cock bobs freely. I suck it eagerly. Take him into my throat for a few seconds. He pushes me back, rubbers up and plunges his cock into my cunt.
No thoughts. No choice. I need to come right now. He fucks me hard, harder, it can only have lasted a few minutes. It doesn't matter how long it lasted. I tell him I'm going to come and I do in a loud moan and deep contractions. His orgasm follows shortly after.
We blend into each other. A sweating hot mess on the bed, intensity pulsing and radiating from our skin. A heated climax after so much temptation. So desperate, so done, so over.
He pulls at the material of my top, to grope and feel my breasts.
He runs his hand down between my legs and starts to stroke the outer lips of my cunt. I take down my pants.
Silky, gentle slides of his finger tips up and down. I remember saying I enjoyed this, some time, somewhere. This is why I like him, he takes pleasure and runs with it.
He strokes me continuously, small pauses when my breathing gets too sharp and hard, he lets me settle, then starts again. I'm not sure how long this goes on for. A long while. Im starting to get frustrated, aroused, writhing and furrowing my brow.
The veil of plump and engorged outer flesh holds back a damn of silken, liquid. I'm turned on and up to the max.
I can't stop the desperate breaths, the little moans, the frustration and then finally. Finally after an hour or what it was, of gentle petting, he parts my lips and plunges his fingers into my soaking cunt.
I cry out in relief. He thrusts and rubs his thumb against my clit, leans over and draws me into a kiss, I twist and writhe, my reactions causing him to get hard. He pulls his cock roughly from his slacks and pushes it towards my mouth. I lick and suck as best I can as he continues to rub at me, build me up and excite me.
I pull him in, breathless, hoarse and desperate.
"Fuck me. I need you to take me to bed and fuck me, I need it. I need your cock in my pussy. Please. God. Can we?"
"Get up".
I dart quickly to his room. He follows. I pull off my top, he yanks down his pants and his cock bobs freely. I suck it eagerly. Take him into my throat for a few seconds. He pushes me back, rubbers up and plunges his cock into my cunt.
No thoughts. No choice. I need to come right now. He fucks me hard, harder, it can only have lasted a few minutes. It doesn't matter how long it lasted. I tell him I'm going to come and I do in a loud moan and deep contractions. His orgasm follows shortly after.
We blend into each other. A sweating hot mess on the bed, intensity pulsing and radiating from our skin. A heated climax after so much temptation. So desperate, so done, so over.
Sunday, 12 January 2014
15 small words - the cyclist
You fill all three holes for the first time. I come hard... and thats good
Blow job? (Michael)
He has got me pinned to the bed, he's on top of me, kissing. He pins my wrists above my head. I fake some great escape, I don't fight too hard, but he's stronger than me anyway. He's slobbering on me, biting me, he pulls my top down and I hear some stitching snap. He pulls out my breasts and twists my nipples in his finger tips. I squeak piteously in pain. My cunt is getting wet.
He moves his body towards my face. Uses his knees to hold down my shoulders. I cannot move now. I hear the crack of his button and zip and he pulls out his cock. Hard and twitching. Silken with pre-cum. He unceremoniously pushes himself into my mouth. I begin to suck.
I love to suck but sucking isn't enough. He jams his cock down my throat. Again and again and again. I begin to choke and splutter. My face is starting to cover in my own spit and I can barely breath. He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes down hard. The feeling is intense. It's difficult staying in the room. I can hear that rushing ocean sound as blood pours out of my brain.
He trades his options, wraps his fingers around the back of my head and into my hair, yanks me upright towards his cock. My neck strains and hurts. I'm afraid right now. It feels amazing. Makeup is smeared down my face. My eyes cry and water as my pursed lips slide up and down the length of him.
He pulls his hand back. Drops my head onto the pillow with a light thud and starts to smack me against the cheek. Softer then hard. Good and hard. I love it. He's stopped caring about me now. I look at his face. Im
half in ecstasy, half begging it to be over.
He stares at me wild. He looks past me, through me, straight at me, clear and transparent, nothing and no one. Everything in that moment.
He mutters at me in a growl.
"Open your mouth".
I open my lips as wide as I can. He tightly pinches my jaw and rests the base of his palm against the centre of my throat. I choke and cough in discomfort. I watch him slide his free hand up and down his cock. The energy and tension is palpable. I snivel and my face itches, it's so difficult to breath. I want him to come so badly, I want to taste him so much, I want to pass out and wake up and for it never to stop.
And so he does. I close my eyes. He completely covers my face in effluence. Im a canvas and a slut and mess of degradation. He uses his cock to smear it into my eyes and his hand to scrunch it into my hair. I moan, confused, excited, fearful and gratified. Sad it's over.
I open my eyes. He's looking down at me, a gentle spent calm has filled him up. I fix my gaze with his, he smiles at me and hocks a hard gob of spit into my eyes.
I remember that moment for the rest of the evening, every time I touch him or he touches me or fucks me. I think about that and I come so hard.
He moves his body towards my face. Uses his knees to hold down my shoulders. I cannot move now. I hear the crack of his button and zip and he pulls out his cock. Hard and twitching. Silken with pre-cum. He unceremoniously pushes himself into my mouth. I begin to suck.
I love to suck but sucking isn't enough. He jams his cock down my throat. Again and again and again. I begin to choke and splutter. My face is starting to cover in my own spit and I can barely breath. He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes down hard. The feeling is intense. It's difficult staying in the room. I can hear that rushing ocean sound as blood pours out of my brain.
He trades his options, wraps his fingers around the back of my head and into my hair, yanks me upright towards his cock. My neck strains and hurts. I'm afraid right now. It feels amazing. Makeup is smeared down my face. My eyes cry and water as my pursed lips slide up and down the length of him.
He pulls his hand back. Drops my head onto the pillow with a light thud and starts to smack me against the cheek. Softer then hard. Good and hard. I love it. He's stopped caring about me now. I look at his face. Im
half in ecstasy, half begging it to be over.
He stares at me wild. He looks past me, through me, straight at me, clear and transparent, nothing and no one. Everything in that moment.
He mutters at me in a growl.
"Open your mouth".
I open my lips as wide as I can. He tightly pinches my jaw and rests the base of his palm against the centre of my throat. I choke and cough in discomfort. I watch him slide his free hand up and down his cock. The energy and tension is palpable. I snivel and my face itches, it's so difficult to breath. I want him to come so badly, I want to taste him so much, I want to pass out and wake up and for it never to stop.
And so he does. I close my eyes. He completely covers my face in effluence. Im a canvas and a slut and mess of degradation. He uses his cock to smear it into my eyes and his hand to scrunch it into my hair. I moan, confused, excited, fearful and gratified. Sad it's over.
I open my eyes. He's looking down at me, a gentle spent calm has filled him up. I fix my gaze with his, he smiles at me and hocks a hard gob of spit into my eyes.
I remember that moment for the rest of the evening, every time I touch him or he touches me or fucks me. I think about that and I come so hard.
Friday, 10 January 2014
Poem about/for Michael
We talk a lot. Endless messages, it's hot.
Sometimes I ask for pictures of your aching cock.
Hard and eager for my waiting mouth.
Easy on my words, and yours, my hand moves south.
And it's some constant electric fantasy.
Thinking about you and me.
And the things you do to me.
And the way you fuck me,
Hold my neck and squeeze,
And breath,
And I plead,
For an eager taste of flesh.
I ache and squirm under the duress.
Of the conversation.
I wait, you wait. A ticking day
It's hours, until I can come to play.
We talk about what you want and like,
The kinks that make my heart rate spike.
About us fucking, rutting. Stimulation.
Im here in my anticipation.
My breath is short in exhalations.
A quick climactic confiscation.
A self sub optimal recreation.
Thinking about you and me
And the things you do to me
The way you fuck me
Not long now
Sometimes I ask for pictures of your aching cock.
Hard and eager for my waiting mouth.
Easy on my words, and yours, my hand moves south.
And it's some constant electric fantasy.
Thinking about you and me.
And the things you do to me.
And the way you fuck me,
Hold my neck and squeeze,
And breath,
And I plead,
For an eager taste of flesh.
I ache and squirm under the duress.
Of the conversation.
I wait, you wait. A ticking day
It's hours, until I can come to play.
We talk about what you want and like,
The kinks that make my heart rate spike.
About us fucking, rutting. Stimulation.
Im here in my anticipation.
My breath is short in exhalations.
A quick climactic confiscation.
A self sub optimal recreation.
Thinking about you and me
And the things you do to me
The way you fuck me
Not long now
My sir, my owner, consent is never consensual
"Why are you raping me?".
"Because I can".
"It hurts".
"I know. I like hurting desperate little whores like you".
"Because I can".
"It hurts".
"I know. I like hurting desperate little whores like you".
Friday, 3 January 2014
Finding your feet (Michael)
Toys spread holes wider and easier and make other holes tighter. This is a fun game. I come as you expand and finger me.
You're finding your feet now. You're gripping my face. It's hard to resist sliding your cock into my mouth when it's inches from my lips, and my head is in your lap. Yours touching me, groping me. You're starting to really get off on the force and direction. You feel so hard in my throat. You mutter expletives and breath heavy.
Later on, I'm on your bed, naked wet and wanting. You lean across my shoulders and repeatedly fuck me throat. You tell me after what ticks in your brain. You say you like the look of lust in my eyes and then that devolves into fear as I start to choke for breath. You say I smile sometimes, when you pull back and let me breath. I'm sure I do. It's all a wash of beauty and desire for me. The control and the fear are gladly received.
You call me a slut and a whore and desperate and it's true enough, I'm probably all of those women right now.
You come hilted deep in my cunt. Your body a crumbling, bent, sweat dripped, mess of pleasure. My eyes are wide and lost. You make me climax aggressively, by stretching me out again. The evening comes in full circle.
You're finding your feet now. You're gripping my face. It's hard to resist sliding your cock into my mouth when it's inches from my lips, and my head is in your lap. Yours touching me, groping me. You're starting to really get off on the force and direction. You feel so hard in my throat. You mutter expletives and breath heavy.
Later on, I'm on your bed, naked wet and wanting. You lean across my shoulders and repeatedly fuck me throat. You tell me after what ticks in your brain. You say you like the look of lust in my eyes and then that devolves into fear as I start to choke for breath. You say I smile sometimes, when you pull back and let me breath. I'm sure I do. It's all a wash of beauty and desire for me. The control and the fear are gladly received.
You call me a slut and a whore and desperate and it's true enough, I'm probably all of those women right now.
You come hilted deep in my cunt. Your body a crumbling, bent, sweat dripped, mess of pleasure. My eyes are wide and lost. You make me climax aggressively, by stretching me out again. The evening comes in full circle.
A little pain, a lot of longing
He repeatedly hits me with the leather flogger. It stings and burns my cunt and arse. Silence. Yelps. Snivels. All those noises. I miss the pain.
The fuck is overdue. Easy. I come a couple of times. It feels good as always. It always feels good. I could have carried on but he wouldn't let me.
Flops in a heap next to me on the bed. He won't let me make him come. I miss that too.
The fuck is overdue. Easy. I come a couple of times. It feels good as always. It always feels good. I could have carried on but he wouldn't let me.
Flops in a heap next to me on the bed. He won't let me make him come. I miss that too.
Piss poor performance
"Do you remember me pissing into your mouth at the party last night?"
"No..."
"You were pretty drunk"
"Tell me about it"
"Well I needed to go but you were taking too long so I thought, I've got a perfectly good toilet right here. There was a lot of it. I big long stream".
"Did I manage to swallow it all?"
"You struggled. There was piss all over your face and your chin. It was hot".
"I wish I could remember".
"Well don't worry, it'll probably happen again soon".
"No..."
"You were pretty drunk"
"Tell me about it"
"Well I needed to go but you were taking too long so I thought, I've got a perfectly good toilet right here. There was a lot of it. I big long stream".
"Did I manage to swallow it all?"
"You struggled. There was piss all over your face and your chin. It was hot".
"I wish I could remember".
"Well don't worry, it'll probably happen again soon".
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