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Here are things I've been using as source material for stories, games for myHim and me to play, and masturbation:- Me as a pleasure goddess, chained to a ceiling and worshiped by followers, all who lavish attention on my breasts and nipples, and fight over who can use their fingers on my clitoris first. For as the giver of the pleasure, I must be the first to experience it so the others can as

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There have been so many things I've asked for, and so few that we've actually done, because he knows me better than I know me.Until this weekend.Now that the medications have left myHim's system, he's back to being the lively, alive, dirty, dirty man that I remember and have wanted.One day, I might tell you about the months of tears, arguments, and sadness that accompany sex drives that are not

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Let's have a chat, shall we? I have such a way of ignoring you, of not deciding to share...true. Yet I hope you'll lend an ear/eye to this.Today is my general lazy, self-indulgent day. If you don't have such a day, I highly recommend that you find you one. You deserve it, and fuck the world, it'll be there another day, just like every single Monday finds a way to raise its sun and your

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MyHim hurts me. You know that, right? He's rarely emotionally violent, and only physically violent when I ask for it and when he feels it's a good time.He's actually more grown up than I about such things. I expect punishment for a myriad of my actions, but when I ask, he tells me that he will never hurt me because he's upset. Only because of the situation.You know that I have scars from myHim?

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If you look at this site at all, you might have noticed that I've taken a hiatus from writing. Even longer than the last hiatus. I hope you'll indulge me for a few minutes and let me explain.Just about everything I've written on this site is autobiographical. Not everything (but I'm hoping those posts were prophesy and not fantasy) is true, but most is. After a while, I began to run out of things

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As I'm lying still, on my side, I feel your hands move over me. I'm mostly asleep, but my body reacts to your fingers and I move closer to you. "Don't," you whisper, as your hand reaches lower down my stomach. "Don't," you say, as you reach between my thighs and your fingers graze my clit. "Don't," you tell me, as you start working me and everything in me wants to turn over and open myself

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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,

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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

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Last night I dreamt that he watched me shower, and then led me to the floor in front of my parents' bed in order to fuck me. Do what thou whilst, Freudians...But it reminded me of an interesting evening I shared with a guy from high school. It was graduation time, and he had never shown any interest in me before. My only interest in him was because my best friend had a thing for him, and him

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"Lie back, my girl," he tells me, as I recline across the bed. "I want you to do something for me. Something you've resisted, and it's about damn time you've shown me."He hands me my toys, the ones he's seen in the drawer and sometimes, fully fitted with batteries and next to my bedside. "Tonight, you're going to get yourself off for me."I take the smaller vibrator from him and warm it with my

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As I rested my body across him, he posed a question. "Will you suck my cock?" he asked, and honestly, I giggled. He said, "Or laugh at me." I told him to give me few minutes. It had been a while since I'd been near his body, and I wanted to explore all of him before we started fucking.I ran my fingers over his tattoos, tantalizing him. After a bit of touches and kisses, my fingers neared his

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I say, quickly, "Are you ready for bed? Would you like to sleep with me?"

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I see you, looking at me as I walk toward another room. The image of you in the mirror is intoxicating. I add a different sway to my step, knowing you're absorbing every detail. Suddenly, you're next to me in the doorway."Lean back," you tell me, and I do. I don't know if you're trying to get past me - I don't know what you have on your mind.My shoulders are against that doorway, and I can

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She was so excited to get away from her family, her friends. She had not been away, and her first thought was, "Is this OK?"As her legs led her away from the homestead, her mind and body relaxed. It was a foreign feeling, yet it felt better than anything else she'd experienced. She focused on her calves, watching the tightness of the muscles, and laughed as she saw her hips move."Wow," she

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I want to bring home a new girl, young, inexperienced, but so curious, so you can ravage her. I will be there the entire time. You will explore her body, your tongue dancing over her nipples, your hands running down to her clit. Explore her, baby, make her desire overcome her shyness. As you make her come for the first time, I run my hand over your cock. My fingers are damp from the wetness of my

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We're sitting at a pub of some sort, on an oversized bench that somehow reminds me of a seesaw turned sideways. You're next to me but won't touch me, so I stay where I am and sip my beer. As time goes by, you move closer, inch by inch. I'm happy but I know that I can't initiate contact. You're forbidden to me. We're just friends now, and if that is all I can have, then that's fine. I'd rather

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Strapped down, pulled so far apart. A cock in my cunt, making me move upward to receive. Until...until...I'm so far up and open that there's another moving into my ass. So full; I can feel both in me, pushing me further open to take me more deeply. And another, yours, forcing my mouth open and pushing its way down my throat. I am full and all I can do is try to raise my body to move away - but

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That look on your face. I'll never forget how you looked at me as you moved closer to me. Your eyes full of intensity combined with laughter. You know what I will experience and I do not. I begin to get nervous, my hands twitch a little as my knees dip. "Oh, honey, you should worry," you tell me as your approach and begin to run your fingers through my long dark hair. With a smile and a light

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You tell me, "Go into the other room and take off your top." I move quickly, because your voice has a determination in it. I get into what is essentially a closet and pull off my top and my bra. I know better than to wait for a second instruction.You enter, and look me over. "Good girl," you tell me, as you begin to remove your belt. I know that you want to thrash me again. I begin to move into

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I'm sitting in the bar, watching the fruitful and occasionally fruitless flirting happening around me. You've left me for a while now, because you need to see who's interested in a game. By now, I'm engaged in the same games - the glances, the quick smiles, the eyes running over their bodies.My phone rings. "I'm calling from the men's room. Get here now," you tell me, and I balance on my

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I lie back, running my hands down my body as I do so. I love the curve of my breasts, the way my hips start to move as I run my hands down further. We're playing a new game tonight, a game that shames me and excites me in equal measures."Daddy, I found a place on me that feels good to the touch," I say, as you look over my body. "Show me," you say. I'm a little embarrassed, but my skin is so

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I envision me on my back, hair splayed behind my head, as you kneel on my hair to hold my head still. You lean forward to slide your cock down my throat. I cannot escape feeling you get deeper into me. You then run one, two, more fingers into my cunt, until you can get your hand into me. I am full of you and escape myself, become one only with my body and the sensations you give me.

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There is no glory in trying to make love to men who only know how to fuckMan, after man, after man, after manRaised on pornOut all day while he's been watching two dollar videosNow piled by the VCROut all dayAt work, at class, at the gymWhile he's been making plansOut all day, returning with bags of bread, and tomatoes, and bluefish for what you think will be dinnerDinner is youAnd you are

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Today's conversation:Me: You don't want someone living here who makes me nervous and wants to hurt me, do you?My Him: No. That's my job.Later...My Him: OK, I'm here. Do you want me to call you when I'm done?Me: Yes, please.My Him: God, I love it when you say that to me. Especially when I'm doing something nice for you.Me: And a phone call is always nice to get from you.My Him: That's

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This is short.I made a mistake on Friday. My Him was whipping me, and oh, how it hurt. I held on as best as I could - I tried to remember that he'd never hurt me more than I could manage, but I finally said, "Please, baby, please, no more."The beating stopped, and I could almost hear him do the same. He paused and took a breath. "What did you say to me?" he asked, and I could hear the anger

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As promised, here's how the evening went down:I met some friends at a bar that's built into a cave for cocktails. What a gorgeous place; it keeps everyone off balance, and not only because the floor isn't level.I got ready by reapplying all my makeup, and when I went downstairs in my indigo jeans, deep green V-neck shirt, and sparkly black heels, one of my friends simply said, "You look gorgeous.

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It's been quite a week. Suck it up, kids, it's not going to be a normal post, but this is a place where I can freely write.- I blew my ex this week. I made him come twice with one blowjob. Either I'm really fucking good or he's not getting it right. Following him on FB is odd, and I'm guessing that the message I just sent to him won't be good. Or maybe it will. He got to get off, and I

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Tonight, I am yours. I am your toy, your plaything. You know that I feel greedy. You know that I want to be used and used and fucked until I cry and ask you to stop. However, I know that you're not going to be the only one who uses me.Just tell me to lie back and take it. Tell me that you know that this is exactly what I want, what I've begged you to give me. Baby, look me in the eye and

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This is an incomplete thought, brought about by reading the case of People v. Jovanovic. I've been thinking about the nature of my Him's and my relationship. The general theme is psychological control more than physical restraints, not that I'm against the physicality, clearly.Tonight, I dream of my Him telling me to stay still - very still. I want him to take out one of his chef's knives and run

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That's all I get, two questions, when my Him allows me to ask anything at all. I never know what to ask. "Are you going to hurt me?" I already know the answer to that. He's already promised to up the ante on me. We've graduated to what he considers a thrashing. "Will you fuck me?" I know the answer to that question as well. Yes, he will, yes, I will beg for him, yes, he will fuck me

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You follow me into my closet, in order to help me dress. I know I must always look good for you, but I love it when I have your help. "Dress sexy," you tell me, as you opt for my black mini dress with the zipper down the front. I choose a pair of stiletto black heels to match. An hour later, makeup and hair done under your tutelage, we arrive at the bar. You've always liked the quiet Irish bars,

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I know that look in your eyes. That look, as your eyes lock on mine. The stare is intense, almost angry. I want to avert my gaze, but I cannot. I fix my eyes on you, on your face, on the lines of your jawbone.You reach behind me. I stay still, anticipation building in my body. "Take your top off," you tell me in a growl. As I slowly pull my shirt over my head, you take it from me and rip

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No is one of the most loaded words I can think of. No is power. No is a sentence unto itself.Last night I gave away my power to say no. I did it of my own volition; I did it because I wanted to; I did it because I trust my Him.Giving away that power makes me feel even more vulnerable. Yes, of my own accord, yes, I wanted to, yes, I trust my Him. But I'm afraid of the result. I could now learn

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I did this on naughtyeliot's site. I just finished posting my responses as a comment on her blog. And that's how it goes--post your answers in a comment here and then post the questions on your blog for you readers.1. Can you cook?2. What was your dream growing up?3. What talent do you wish you had?4. Favorite place?5. Favorite vegetable?6. What was the last book you read?7. What zodiac sign are

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You will smile at me between courses at dinnerYou will stroke your ankle against mine while I'm discussing politics with the familyYou will lick away the last traces of dessert from your mouth and never take your eyes off meYou will ask if I know what you're thinking and I will just breathe silentlyYou will caress my wrists in the kitchen as I rinse the glasses in warm waterYou will stand behind

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He hits me. He smacks my ass when I'm too saucy. He's figuring out a new date for us, which includes his girl. She told him how she wants us. She wants him on his back, she wants him in my cunt, and then she wants to fuck my clit while he uses me.I think I'm going to love this girl.She's a sub; she loves to be whipped. She's not afraid of me, not yet. She quite well might be. Oh, the chance to

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This is another memory of a boy from my past.J. was hard to get to know. He was an even better flirt than I at that point in my life. Still, I managed to get his attention, and even better, I got him to want me. This was a messy relationship; we alternated between power.Once day, I wanted to see a movie I knew none of my friends would see with me. So I went, and did one of the first

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I've been hinting, well, more than hinting, about this, on my Twitter, about something that happened over the weekend. I really want to write out this fantasy. But even thinking it disturbs me. It crosses a line of which I've never had to consider. I feel so guilty for the thoughts and the feelings I have. Yet, I know that if I write it out, it would be out of my mind and onto this virtual

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Because this is making the rounds on the internet, I'll give it a go. Despite the fact that I gave you factoids in the below post. If you get tired of learning about me, blame her.1. I am the youngest of three children. More than being the youngest, I am an afterthought. My mother figured she had it done when she produced first, a male child, and second, a female child. Wasn't that the

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Several of you have asked me more about myself. So, for a break in my usual writing, here are some things I'll share:- I am a girl. I really, really am. Unless I like you though, no, I will not prove it.- I can write in mirror writing.- I play guitar left-handed. And not well. I also play piano, and when I was in school, I played cornet.- I have the patience of a toddler. Often, the attention

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I've had a few hours to think about how to adore Him in the way He does me.I envision Him laying back, naked, across His couch. He's such a beautiful man. I know He doesn't always believe me when I tell Him so. His dark hair, His dark eyes, His gorgeous physique, tight thighs, strong arms, His torso, God, His entire body. I love it when He tells me that He's as much mine as I am His. I know

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I entered His place, wearing a jacket over an outfit that He refers to as, "Hypernaked." To Him, this means clothing you wear that makes you appear even less clothed, and also more available. Something like this:When He took more than two steps into His home, I appeared, so I could suck His cock. Oh, so deeply into my mouth. I love when He deep-throats me. But last night, that wasn't the way He

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Another favorite from my past.This man didn't believe in receiving blow jobs, but he certainly believed in blowing me, well, and well, and often.One evening, we had the whole place to ourselves. I cooked dinner, we ate and talked and touched and kissed throughout the meal. Once we were done eating, and the kitchen was clean, I suggested that we go upstairs. I'd bathed in the jacuzzi tub before

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The light. I'm tied down, quartered, in a dark room. I hear someone enter, carrying a lantern. The light is turned low so as to obfuscate the visitor. I feel fear, but more excitement as the footsteps approach. The gait and vague outline tells me it's a man. The lantern is attached to a hook hanging over me. Its purpose is solely to light my cunt for all to see.This guy watches, toys,

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Me: They were talking about my red hair. The term 'bruja' was employedThe Other: what is the Spanish translation of "I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes?" TEASING!Me: It's the rough equivalent to, I've got hardwoods, babyThe Other: ah, keeping the surfaces waxed and shiny?Me: Maintenance happened this morning.The Other: and I missed it? that's what being punctual at work gets me...Me: You

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I've got drafts upon drafts, but I can't seem to come up with a story idea that goes from beginning to end. Still, I love to write, so I've come up with a compromise. For the time being, I'm going to write short stories, or post tidbits of conversations.Maybe these little bits will inspire me to get a new post going.The new boy I've been referencing has told me that I can use his name. This is an

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I'm standing near your low-set table. Walk past me and look at my naked body. Look, and then look at me again. Come closer and shove me back onto the table. I'm bent now, with my eyes looking into yours. My legs are still straight, but my body is now supported by the table.You stand inches in front of me. I know your expression; you're trying to decide what to do with me next. The smile you get

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I'm sitting on my couch, which is already turned out into a sofa bed. I am naked, as you requested. I see you in front of me.Look into my eyes. I want to see the desire in your eyes. I want your look to match mine. Stand in front of me. Move closer; use your legs to push mine further apart.Lean over me. Grab my hair in your hand and push me back. See my eyes, which show appreciation and fear.

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This isn't mine. This comes from Trollop with a Laptop. You can get it here. Still, He is a fantastic cook, and suddenly I wish I were on the menu:PregoBy Alison Tyler We have such a fucked up, twisted, we’ll always have (last tango in) Paris sort of relationship, that nothing fazes me anymore. I mean nothing in the bedroom. Even our most vanilla activities tend to involve accoutrements such as

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This post will be outside my norm. That's fine; this is my blog, after all.I've never been any good at monogamy. I really don't understand the traditional definition of it. Well, yes, I do understand the traditional definition. I just wonder if it really works. Just about every relationship I've had, and just about every relationship my friends have had (hell, I'm going with just about

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As I've told Him, I often awake empty. I mean empty in both the physical and emotional sense. It seems strange when I awake and He's not next to me. Even worse, I hate waking up without Him in me. I want each and every morning to awake with His cock in me. That's how I know I'm alive. That's how I know that He loves and desires me.Emotionally: He can make me laugh more than anyone else.

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I wonder how many times in a day I can come. Sometimes I want to push Him away. Still, I want to come at least 3 or 4 more times. The day/night is early, and I know I will be used. I know that I love it.

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Lately, I find that when I'm going about my day, I pay more attention to the people around me. I watch each and every one and remember that they are all sexual beings. Just about all of them are fucking. This is both amazing and disgusting to me. Like it or not, I have a type.Still, as I watch them all, I walk a better walk, a stronger walk, one where I'm sure to move my hips more and arrange

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Last night, He told me in detail of His plan to introduce me to His friends. He's told me before about His plans to show me off, and I have absolutely agreed to this. He's not told me a lot of particulars before.While I don't know where He will take me, I do know that it will be outside His home. Before we leave His house, I have asked Him to take care of my hair and makeup. I want to be His

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A friend of mine wrote something to post here. I know He would love this scenario. He would love to add her to His collection. Maybe someday...For your pleasure..."I thought of her kissing me. I'm not a lesbian, but god, women are just such amazing kissers. And knowing that it's naughty is such a turn on. I think of her kissing me as she smiles wryly and starts playing with my tits.I wanted

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I'm thinking of a previous favorite, and how inspiring he was.Years ago, we were together for quite a while. I have a favorite memory of him and me...I was at his apartment. His roommate had finally left, and I was so, so hot for him. He was trying to study. I didn't care. I wanted all of his attention.I laid across his lap, opening my blouse with one hand while guiding his hand to my nipples

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He and I have exchanged emails all day. He's tired and frustrated, and in need of relief. He called me on His way home. He acted as if He just needed to talk. I know better. I can read His voice.I promised Him that I will stay awake for Him, until He gets home. I told Him that I will find a way to entertain Him. He answered, "Dance, monkey, dance!" I told Him I would be the monkey.I will

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As much as I belong to Him, I am allowed others. So is He.I played with one of my others tonight. My other wants to be a bottom sometimes, so I let the other tonight. The other envisions standing before me, naked and afraid. As the other should be. Once I'm left to my own devices, I can be tough on them. I belong only to Him.My other asked me for direction. While I'm naked before the other, I

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He is not doing well. There's a lot going on for Him. I want to distract Him. Here's how I want to do it.In His house, I am not allowed to wear shoes. Also, when I enter, I must immediately remove my clothes. I know when I am there, I am His possession. I duck my head down and wait for His commands.He will want His cock in my mouth. I work hard to be sure that He can fuck my mouth deeply. I must

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Last night was my night to use Him. He allowed me complete control over His body. This is a rare treat. I did my best to please Him.I tied Him on all fours. I placed mirrors under His face so I could watch Him. I was allowed to use my cock on Him. I love doing this, because I always want to know how it feels to fuck Him while He's fucking me.I made Him suck my cock. I rammed it down His

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He now knows how easy I mark. This pleases Him. He loves knowing that it's not just Him who marks me. I also mark myself. When I can reach, I bite the soft part of my hand below my thumb. It is now swollen and black and blue. I wear this mark with pride, as I wear His.He has agreed to put His initials on my back. He can't decide whether to use His fingernails to scratch them in, or if He should

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The other night I was on my hands and knees. My hands were tied to a table. I had clothespins on my nipples. The rest were running from the insides of my knees to my lips.When He finally decided to fuck me, it was perfect. He got harder, and then harder, and then deeper.He told me what I had never heard."I own you."

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The very first person I ever fucked is still a favorite. I knew him when I was younger. He was gorgeous, and attractive, and I knew he would be OK.I chose him for those reasons. I didn't want to be a virgin anymore. Most of my friends were not. It is not easy to admit, but I did search for a man who I knew would be OK with being my first lover.I believe I chose well. That night, the night I

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