I feel wider, more open, more broken. I awake to the sound of light snoring, my legs curled around me, moving toward myHim. I know how to stop the snoring; light touches across his face, loving fingers draped across his neck.
It soothes him, and me, to feel the pads of my fingers on his skin. Once that’s done, I realize that I need release and upon doing so, I start to feel the pain.
He got so close last night; I could see the widest part of his hand inside me before I couldn’t take any more. I wanted it – I wanted his whole hand inside me, I wanted his cock deep into my ass, I wanted the thrusting into my cunt. Hard thrusts into me, no matter what he used or where he was. I didn’t think of consequences, I didn’t think of the pain, I surely didn’t think of the strange emptiness I have this morning without him inside me.
I didn’t think I would crave more even as I heal.
1.11.10
15.8.10
Pain
When I run my hands over your body, I can feel you relax. You love the touch of my fingers, hands, my nails. Every morning, there's nothing I love more than feeling your body release under my hands.
Your painful torso loves my touch on your ribs. Everything on you hurts, my poor baby. I can massage your feet, your thighs, your back, your temples. When I rub on your head, I reach for your hair and pull. You relax when I pull your hair. There's nothing I love more than feeling your body move to my hands. There's nothing you love more than when I ask you if you want rubs.
Rubs is what we call it. I force my hands and elbows into your poor tired back, and when I do it right, I can feel you align. And breathe better. Then you fall back to sleep in my arms. And you are safe.
Your painful torso loves my touch on your ribs. Everything on you hurts, my poor baby. I can massage your feet, your thighs, your back, your temples. When I rub on your head, I reach for your hair and pull. You relax when I pull your hair. There's nothing I love more than feeling your body move to my hands. There's nothing you love more than when I ask you if you want rubs.
Rubs is what we call it. I force my hands and elbows into your poor tired back, and when I do it right, I can feel you align. And breathe better. Then you fall back to sleep in my arms. And you are safe.
19.7.10
Machine
I'm lying down, knowing that my punishment will come. It will come this time in the version of my own destrustion. Legs tied apart, lifted and wide open. Arms attached to the top of the table on which I'm strewn.
I've craved and worried about this for a while. Open and ready for the cock machine to have me. I cannot escape; I cannot do anything but take and take and take. I want it, but I don't at the same time. I am grateful to have no choice.
As the camera rolls, so does the machine. It moves in and out of me, a bit slowly at first, but then the jackhammering begins.
As I begin. I want to buck and move and avoid and enjoy, but I cannot. I'm held still, taking its every thrust into me. My pussy open for each movement. Although I don't mean to, I begin to get wetter and wetter as it has me. I can feel the camera recording my movements and excitement, as I finally begin to fuck this mechancial cock back. My movements are limited; I belong to the machine.
Is there anyhing better than being required to come on this?
I've craved and worried about this for a while. Open and ready for the cock machine to have me. I cannot escape; I cannot do anything but take and take and take. I want it, but I don't at the same time. I am grateful to have no choice.
As the camera rolls, so does the machine. It moves in and out of me, a bit slowly at first, but then the jackhammering begins.
As I begin. I want to buck and move and avoid and enjoy, but I cannot. I'm held still, taking its every thrust into me. My pussy open for each movement. Although I don't mean to, I begin to get wetter and wetter as it has me. I can feel the camera recording my movements and excitement, as I finally begin to fuck this mechancial cock back. My movements are limited; I belong to the machine.
Is there anyhing better than being required to come on this?
Tyra
I awoke from a nap apparently answering the questions from her quiz in my sleep, and I was seriously brassed off. So I rewound the show to the beginning and decided to answer her "cheating" quiz here...I'll be honest, so let's go:
1. Do you think all men cheat?
No. I think most men do, but I don't think all do. There can be a few reasons for not cheating, ranging from belief in the traditional form of relationships to being too afraid. Note that my final (perhaps) reason is because he doesn't want to.
2. Do you think all women cheat?
No. I would suppose that fewer women than men cheat. My reason for this is that the repercussions are much more real for women than men. Who catches the illnesses, generally? Women. Do gets pregnant? Women. (This is assuming a heterosexual cheat.)
3. Would you give some permission to cheat?
Giving permission negates the term "cheat". You cannot cheat on someone who's given you their permission, assuming honesty in the relationship. I have only my own experience on which to rely here - myHim cannot cheat on me unless he lies to me about it, and vice versa. Cheating inplies dishonesty, and I believe dishonesty is what pulls people apart. Trust is much more important than fidelity.
4. Is sexting someoe other thn your mate cheating?
I hope not. I don't think so. Do I love the idea of my partner talking sexy to another person? No. But I do it, and as much as I want to be a hypocrite, I cannot. I'd prefer not to know about this, however. I don't consider it cheating, consider it a part of flirting, and I think flirting with other people enhances one's own relationship.
5. Is it cheating if you kiss someone other than your mate?
Depends on the intent. A kiss, for fun or for a few seconds of connection, is fine. A kiss as a prelude to something else is a bit different to me. Call me generation Pretty Woman, but I can live with a whole lot of touching much more than I can live with making out.
6. Is it cheating if you flirt with someone else besides your mate?
NO!!! I believe that the goal of flirting between two parties is for both parties to feel better than they did before having that interaction. In truth, I get a kick out of watching myHim use his game, and I know he loves watching me at mine. Maybe that's the thing, though - we're mostly open about such things. I can admit to twinges of jealousy when he tells me a story, and he occasionally gets jealous of me. OK - flirting can be dangerous, so know your goal before you get into it. Or at least know where your loyalties lie.
7. Is a date with someone else besides your mate cheating?
I've been a fantastic wingwoman for myHim and gotten him dates. He has not done the same for me, but he knows that I date other people. My rule in this is the hierarchy: myHim at the top, and others in various positions. But no-one ever rivals him. So is it cheating? Not if we're honest.
8. Have you ever caught your mate in bed with someone else?
Nope.
9. Have you ever found incriminating photos in your mate's belongings?
No, but then again, I do not snoop. If I know any truth at all, it's this: Don't go digging into someone else's belongings. You'll find what you never wanted to know. And it'll be in a form you never expected. Why look for trouble?
10. Have you ever caught your mate having an online relationship?
No. MyHim doesn't have internet.
11. Have you ever found someone else's underwear in your mater's belongings?
No, but I left one of my bras at his place recently, and I cannot wait to get it back. It's my best-fitting bra!
12. Have you ever kissed someone else while you were in a relationship?
Yes. Probably every relationship I've ever had. I'm not good at the one-person-forever paradigm.
13. Have you ever had sex with someone else outside your relationship?
Please see #12 above.
14. Have you ever been caught cheating?
In the act? No. But caught? Sure. You can't act the way I do and expect to never get caught. I hate that I hurt other people, though.
15. Have you ever had sex with someone who is married?
Not to my knowledge. I cannot imagine that a man who wants to fuck me is going to tell me all about his precious wife, though. I have kissed a man I knew to be married though.
1. Do you think all men cheat?
No. I think most men do, but I don't think all do. There can be a few reasons for not cheating, ranging from belief in the traditional form of relationships to being too afraid. Note that my final (perhaps) reason is because he doesn't want to.
2. Do you think all women cheat?
No. I would suppose that fewer women than men cheat. My reason for this is that the repercussions are much more real for women than men. Who catches the illnesses, generally? Women. Do gets pregnant? Women. (This is assuming a heterosexual cheat.)
3. Would you give some permission to cheat?
Giving permission negates the term "cheat". You cannot cheat on someone who's given you their permission, assuming honesty in the relationship. I have only my own experience on which to rely here - myHim cannot cheat on me unless he lies to me about it, and vice versa. Cheating inplies dishonesty, and I believe dishonesty is what pulls people apart. Trust is much more important than fidelity.
4. Is sexting someoe other thn your mate cheating?
I hope not. I don't think so. Do I love the idea of my partner talking sexy to another person? No. But I do it, and as much as I want to be a hypocrite, I cannot. I'd prefer not to know about this, however. I don't consider it cheating, consider it a part of flirting, and I think flirting with other people enhances one's own relationship.
5. Is it cheating if you kiss someone other than your mate?
Depends on the intent. A kiss, for fun or for a few seconds of connection, is fine. A kiss as a prelude to something else is a bit different to me. Call me generation Pretty Woman, but I can live with a whole lot of touching much more than I can live with making out.
6. Is it cheating if you flirt with someone else besides your mate?
NO!!! I believe that the goal of flirting between two parties is for both parties to feel better than they did before having that interaction. In truth, I get a kick out of watching myHim use his game, and I know he loves watching me at mine. Maybe that's the thing, though - we're mostly open about such things. I can admit to twinges of jealousy when he tells me a story, and he occasionally gets jealous of me. OK - flirting can be dangerous, so know your goal before you get into it. Or at least know where your loyalties lie.
7. Is a date with someone else besides your mate cheating?
I've been a fantastic wingwoman for myHim and gotten him dates. He has not done the same for me, but he knows that I date other people. My rule in this is the hierarchy: myHim at the top, and others in various positions. But no-one ever rivals him. So is it cheating? Not if we're honest.
8. Have you ever caught your mate in bed with someone else?
Nope.
9. Have you ever found incriminating photos in your mate's belongings?
No, but then again, I do not snoop. If I know any truth at all, it's this: Don't go digging into someone else's belongings. You'll find what you never wanted to know. And it'll be in a form you never expected. Why look for trouble?
10. Have you ever caught your mate having an online relationship?
No. MyHim doesn't have internet.
11. Have you ever found someone else's underwear in your mater's belongings?
No, but I left one of my bras at his place recently, and I cannot wait to get it back. It's my best-fitting bra!
12. Have you ever kissed someone else while you were in a relationship?
Yes. Probably every relationship I've ever had. I'm not good at the one-person-forever paradigm.
13. Have you ever had sex with someone else outside your relationship?
Please see #12 above.
14. Have you ever been caught cheating?
In the act? No. But caught? Sure. You can't act the way I do and expect to never get caught. I hate that I hurt other people, though.
15. Have you ever had sex with someone who is married?
Not to my knowledge. I cannot imagine that a man who wants to fuck me is going to tell me all about his precious wife, though. I have kissed a man I knew to be married though.
23.6.10
Weekend Edition
MyHim invited his neighbor over for burgers and home fries. I had a bone to pick with his neighbor; he posted something not good on Facebook involving myHim.
So I thought. Until we met. Furtive glances, flirty comments, occasional touching. This man is younger, but so beautiful.
We went to the deck to talk and smoke, and once the conversation started, we all knew what was going to happen. I could barely keep my clothes on as we went back to myHim's apartment.
Tongues on me - both boys enjoying me. The neighbor went down on me, as myHim kissed me. Oh, the neighbor was good. Wet, with pressure, he made me start working my hips against him. That tongue made it perfect. He kept sucking my clit as he worked my nipples, and myHim kissed me over and over and I didn't know where to focus. So I let them focus on me.
Finally I got the neighbor on his back so I could pull his cock into my mouth, and I felt my hips moved into position. Yes! One man in my throat and another in my very wet cunt. And it was perfect. And that's exactly where I'm supposed to me, taking care of one man while being used by another.
So I thought. Until we met. Furtive glances, flirty comments, occasional touching. This man is younger, but so beautiful.
We went to the deck to talk and smoke, and once the conversation started, we all knew what was going to happen. I could barely keep my clothes on as we went back to myHim's apartment.
Tongues on me - both boys enjoying me. The neighbor went down on me, as myHim kissed me. Oh, the neighbor was good. Wet, with pressure, he made me start working my hips against him. That tongue made it perfect. He kept sucking my clit as he worked my nipples, and myHim kissed me over and over and I didn't know where to focus. So I let them focus on me.
Finally I got the neighbor on his back so I could pull his cock into my mouth, and I felt my hips moved into position. Yes! One man in my throat and another in my very wet cunt. And it was perfect. And that's exactly where I'm supposed to me, taking care of one man while being used by another.
15.5.10
Training
We went shopping today, to explore and to see what works for us. Once we hit the bullet aisle, we found something in common. I mentioned that once there is a remote control for a mini-vibrator, I didn't understand the point.
He did.
He mentioned that it would be amazing to have someone attached to the device, and another to control its impulses. I said, "Like training?" He just grinned at me.
So I now have a device that will force me to come when he wants me to. I love that. I love knowing that we can shop and I'll get wet, so wet, and ready - yet I can't show it off. I'm not good at hiding my desire and need. This tends to get me into trouble.
I cannot wait to play with our new toy.
He did.
He mentioned that it would be amazing to have someone attached to the device, and another to control its impulses. I said, "Like training?" He just grinned at me.
So I now have a device that will force me to come when he wants me to. I love that. I love knowing that we can shop and I'll get wet, so wet, and ready - yet I can't show it off. I'm not good at hiding my desire and need. This tends to get me into trouble.
I cannot wait to play with our new toy.
12.3.10
He lies me down, reminds me of the rules. "First I get you, then I watch you, then I get you again." This calms me down. I breathe, knowing that I trust him and I want this experience. I lie back, spreading my legs in anticipation of his cock. "Please, baby," I tell him, and a smile spreads over his face. "You don't have to say please - it's going to happen. But I love when you say please."
Entering me, he exhales. I grip his cock with my cunt muscles, and I can feel him feel their strength. He moves against me, pushing hard into me, as I get wetter even higher so I can take all of him. Movements, motions, I keep pulling him in. He shoves one of my legs over his shoulder while looking into my eyes. He's entirely in me now. He moves his cock in me, pulling out more to tease me. To make me beg for his cock again. "Please, baby," I tell him, as he deigns to push harder into me.
Harder, so much harder, that it feels like he's pushing back my cervix. I try to retreat - this is painful, but not painful, yet my instinct is to retreat. He won't let me move away; he grabs my shoulders and pushes me back down to take him in as I did before.
The feeling of him banging my cervix, over and over, gets me wetter and more ready to come. "Come in me, baby, come in me," I tell him, as I feel his cock stiffening with my words. I will take all the pain because it reminds me of exactly who I am. I am his. He owns me, and I love him for for this.
His moans make my clit swell even more, as he mumbles, "I'm going to come." I was almost there already. His sounds, his words, make me finally explode. "Baby, oh, my baby," I whisper as he finally explodes into my cunt. I can feel his come against my cervix, filling me and running out of me. My mind is gone; I'm full of pleasure and I just want more. "Please, baby," I think as my throat makes gutteral noises.
Him, me. His weight on my body, his still-stiff cock in me, lets me maintain my orgasm and keep trying to pull him back in. "Soon, my girl," he tells me, as e moves away from me.
Next he pulls out the restraints and attaches my arms. There's more to come, more cocks to have, more to explore, but I love having him first.
Entering me, he exhales. I grip his cock with my cunt muscles, and I can feel him feel their strength. He moves against me, pushing hard into me, as I get wetter even higher so I can take all of him. Movements, motions, I keep pulling him in. He shoves one of my legs over his shoulder while looking into my eyes. He's entirely in me now. He moves his cock in me, pulling out more to tease me. To make me beg for his cock again. "Please, baby," I tell him, as he deigns to push harder into me.
Harder, so much harder, that it feels like he's pushing back my cervix. I try to retreat - this is painful, but not painful, yet my instinct is to retreat. He won't let me move away; he grabs my shoulders and pushes me back down to take him in as I did before.
The feeling of him banging my cervix, over and over, gets me wetter and more ready to come. "Come in me, baby, come in me," I tell him, as I feel his cock stiffening with my words. I will take all the pain because it reminds me of exactly who I am. I am his. He owns me, and I love him for for this.
His moans make my clit swell even more, as he mumbles, "I'm going to come." I was almost there already. His sounds, his words, make me finally explode. "Baby, oh, my baby," I whisper as he finally explodes into my cunt. I can feel his come against my cervix, filling me and running out of me. My mind is gone; I'm full of pleasure and I just want more. "Please, baby," I think as my throat makes gutteral noises.
Him, me. His weight on my body, his still-stiff cock in me, lets me maintain my orgasm and keep trying to pull him back in. "Soon, my girl," he tells me, as e moves away from me.
Next he pulls out the restraints and attaches my arms. There's more to come, more cocks to have, more to explore, but I love having him first.
26.2.10
I feel his hands move near me. Slap! I feel, as he hits my thighs, forcing them apart with his movements. My legs open, each slap harder, more insistant. I feel my wetness increase. Having him near me always has me ready, but the strength of his palms increase my readiness.
I'm open now, available, excited and a bit raw from his intensity. He's over me now, and his arms move under my thighs, pulling my legs up and wider. As he positions himself between my legs, I raise them higher, around his back. My ankles intertwine in readiness. I'm not yet touching him, but he's where he should be.
The first thrust makes me gasp. My head rolls back; I feel him move deeper into me. I extend down to accept his hard cock all the way into me.
I look up at him, wrapping my arms around his back, pulling him closer. He pulls away, so I bring my arms back and run my fingers over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles contract. I watch his face - he's determined as he runs into me, again and again.
He looks down at me and smiles. Now, I think, please, now. He raises his body away and I look between my legs to see that thick, hard cock move in and out of me. Watching him in me makes me wetter. I can feel the beginnings of orgasm, just because I can see him in me. He looks down as well, and then his movements change.
He gets harder now, and bangs my cervix over and over again. It would be painful if it weren't for his face, body, smell all over me.
He looks at me again, then raises his head and focuses. I'm close, more ready with each thrust. He, with each entry, says, Mine. Mine. Mine. Those words, him in me, it's perfect. I begin to come, feeling his girth in every part of my pussy, his length against my tightening cervix. Mine, mine, mine. I explode and feel him do the same in me. His come in me, his cock in me, is why I exist.
I'm open now, available, excited and a bit raw from his intensity. He's over me now, and his arms move under my thighs, pulling my legs up and wider. As he positions himself between my legs, I raise them higher, around his back. My ankles intertwine in readiness. I'm not yet touching him, but he's where he should be.
The first thrust makes me gasp. My head rolls back; I feel him move deeper into me. I extend down to accept his hard cock all the way into me.
I look up at him, wrapping my arms around his back, pulling him closer. He pulls away, so I bring my arms back and run my fingers over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles contract. I watch his face - he's determined as he runs into me, again and again.
He looks down at me and smiles. Now, I think, please, now. He raises his body away and I look between my legs to see that thick, hard cock move in and out of me. Watching him in me makes me wetter. I can feel the beginnings of orgasm, just because I can see him in me. He looks down as well, and then his movements change.
He gets harder now, and bangs my cervix over and over again. It would be painful if it weren't for his face, body, smell all over me.
He looks at me again, then raises his head and focuses. I'm close, more ready with each thrust. He, with each entry, says, Mine. Mine. Mine. Those words, him in me, it's perfect. I begin to come, feeling his girth in every part of my pussy, his length against my tightening cervix. Mine, mine, mine. I explode and feel him do the same in me. His come in me, his cock in me, is why I exist.
17.2.10
Story Via Text
All curves and heat, these three women are driven by lust and the smell of your body. One lies astride you, exploring your chest with her tongue.
Another straddles your head, massaging your face with her warm fingers. The last, the youngest, moves eagerly around your legs.
She's all enthusiasm, using her hands and askew limbs to learn your tight muscles. You relax, dropping your legs apart as she pushes her head between them.
The sound of kisses and the smell of sex permeate the room. You find you can no longer stay still as these women writhe around you and take you into them. Teeth, tongues, fingers. Flesh on flesh on flesh.
(I know, not my best. But not too shabby considering I was at work and interacting with a coworker while writing these texts in less than 5 minutes. Tell me a little of what you like and I'll write something for you.)
Another straddles your head, massaging your face with her warm fingers. The last, the youngest, moves eagerly around your legs.
She's all enthusiasm, using her hands and askew limbs to learn your tight muscles. You relax, dropping your legs apart as she pushes her head between them.
The sound of kisses and the smell of sex permeate the room. You find you can no longer stay still as these women writhe around you and take you into them. Teeth, tongues, fingers. Flesh on flesh on flesh.
(I know, not my best. But not too shabby considering I was at work and interacting with a coworker while writing these texts in less than 5 minutes. Tell me a little of what you like and I'll write something for you.)
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