Playdate

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 wanted me.

He pulled me away and tied me down. My wrists with restraints, my legs with His ropes. Spread-eagled, open, ready for anything. I did writhe against the restraints; I want Him in me again. Wherever He wanted me.

Instead, His mouth went to my clit. Licking, sucking, oh, God, fucking my clit, and laughing at me as I fought against the restraints to get to Him, and to try to protect myself from that kind of orgasm. He licked me over and over and over again until I came on Him. I came on His mouth. Once I've come, I giggle.

He looked at me again, and saw my face. I guess my expression wasn't enough to make Him stop. He went at me again, His mouth, His tongue, over my clit, again, again, and Oh, God, again. His hands now ran over my thighs, and up my body. One hand reached my nipple as I felt Him still on my clit. My chest bucked up, God, I wanted every bit of Him in me and on me. More and more He teased my nipple while sucking on my clit. I couldn't wait more; I came on Him again. Two orgasms happening that quickly brought tears to my eyes.

He didn't release me; He only asked if there was anything I needed. God, baby, God, I need your cock in me, now, please...I begged him. He put His mouth back down to my clit. Oh, not again, I don't think I can come again...He moved His mouth down to my cunt and began running his tongue up and down the opening of my cunt. I could finally relax and begin to enjoy His mouth on me. I would have pulled His head into my cunt had I been able to move my arms. Oh, oh, you should know how amazing it felt to have His tongue in me, exploring me, feeling me tighten against His tongue. I could move some; I began trying to fuck His mouth.

He pulled away from me, so I couldn't take Him in more.

(There's so much more...I cannot wait to tell you the rest...)

Garden Tub

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, but never with another.

We dropped off our clothes as we went up the stairs. Mouths entwined, hands touching, skin on skin, as we got closer to the tub. Barely able to turn away from him, I turned on the water and the timer.

The tub got so hot, we had to slowly sink ourselves into it. Distractions from the pain of the heat included fingernails on backs and thighs, tongues on nipples, and watching each other try to sink in first.

He rested behind me, pulling my ass against his hard cock as he teased my nipples and kissed the back of my neck, the side of my neck, and as I turned to him, my mouth.

We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until the only thing I wanted was him in me. Now. Now. He turned me, so I was under him and he was over me. The tub was so hot...so hot...there was steam rising, curling his hair, as he entered me.

He never was one to come quickly. He pushed himself into me, over and over again, and oh, he's big, he hit me so deep. His cock in me, his sweat running down his face, onto my face, as I sweat as just as hard, was the perfection of the evening.

He got just to where he needed. Three good, violent thrusts into me, the kind where I could feel him against my cervix, made me come one last time. This time, he came in me, in the water, in my arms.

He almost fainted. I held him for hours while in the tub.

Vignette

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, plays with me. Running fingers on the sides, inside and out, of my clit, teasing it out and in the open.

More people. More fingers, more mouths, all in a vainglorious attempt to show their pure worship of my cunt. Those who make me come are rewarded. Those who cannot are shamed by the man who set up this situation in the first place.

A chat

Me: They were talking about my red hair. The term 'bruja' was employed

The 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, baby

The 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 were already dreaming of lunch, my friend

The Other: and now I am hungry again, as it were...

Me: Good to know...I like my men hungry...

The Other: you are someone well acquainted with my particular appetite, m'dear...

Me: I've been introduced, had appetizers, this is true. I can only imagine the entire meal

The Other: wanna do lunch sometime? :):)

Haven't written

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 interesting development, as he has a rather unusual name. Those of you who follow me on Twitter will recognize him and will also recognize how frustrated I get with him.

I find it fascinating that he wants to be talked about.

Another way to fuck me

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 across your face scares me some, but is still intriguing. I know that you know me well enough to determine what will please you and still allow me pleasure.

You take out your ropes. You rub the ropes on my body. Start with my stomach. You know that starting there makes me arch my back even more. Now, my tits are closer to you and my ass is farther away. It also means that my cunt is closer to you. You again stop to think.

You step closer to me, and use your thighs to push my legs apart. The look on your face means that I better spread them as far as I can. I do, almost uncomfortably, while you laugh at me. You then drop to your knees, and while you're wrapping the ropes around my legs, you're looking closely at my cunt. I can see you there, and my only reaction is to move my cunt closer to my face.

"Please," I say. "Please."

Yet you still watch me as you tie your knots. At least I still have use of my arms and hands. You stand again. You watch me again, for a minute, for two, until I have to look away. This is when you push my body back, so my cunt is closer to your cock.

I see your thick, hard cock in front of my face, in front of my mouth. I lean forward to take you into my mouth. God, I love sucking your cock. You're so hot and you get so deep into me. You're in my throat.

You use your hands on my clit. I know it's already hard; it's been hard since you brought out the ropes. You use the same amount of pressure on my clit as I do on you with your cock in my mouth. This is the bit of control I get.

As I take you in deeper, you finger me more. You're exactly replicating the actions I make. If I release your cock from my mouth, you take away your fingers from my clit. If I suck you back in, really pull you in, you use your fingers on my clit and your other hand tickles, and then goes into my cunt.

Now I know. If I'm a good girl, I get to come.

This is how I learn my limits.

One way to fuck me

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. Push me onto my back, but don't let my legs move. With your hand in my hair, tightening into a knot, I can smell how close you are. I can smell your body and your breath.

Stare at me. I'm on my back. My legs are forced so open by you. I want to move closer to you, but you still keep me open. Now I can see your erect cock above my thighs. I wonder where you want me.

Put your mouth on mine. Lean over me and kiss me, and kiss me, and kiss me. Make me twitch and move closer to your cock as you enrapture me with your mouth and tongue.

You see what I have hidden. Reach your other hand past my head and grab one of my toys. The big one, that one that's perfect for my cunt. Grin at me as you pull back. Turn on the vibrator, my favorite toy, and let it wiggle in front of me.

You know I want it in me. You know I want you in me. Show it to my mouth. Run it, while it pulsates, down my neck, over my chest, and over one of my breasts.

Tease me. Run it around my breast. Watch me breathe deeply and raise my chest to you. Now, put it back toward my mouth, so I can get it wet. I lick it and put my mouth around it, to get it saturated in me. Tease me again. Before it dries, put that vibrator against my nipple.

My back arches. I love that feeling; I love my nipples being used. I rise because I want your cock in me. You're leaning over me, playing with me, and all I want is an orgasm. One that you cause.

Your mouth is on my neck, the toy is travelling down my body. I adore your focus. I try to direct you closer to my clit. Please put that toy on me, on my clit. I want to writhe under you. Push that toy into me, into my cunt. It takes no work; I'm already dripping.

Watch my eyes again; they will tell you what I want, and even more, what I need. Use your thighs to push me even more open. I push further down on the couch, so I'm ready for you.

Pull your hand from my hair, and drop my vibrator from my cunt.

I'm wet, and hot, and I'm already trying to pull your cock into me. Put the tip of your cock on my cunt; let me feel how hard you are. I sigh, and try to push myself down further so I can pull you into me.

My tits are high, my back is arched, and I'm looking at your face with gratitude. Now, please, now.

Then you finally put your hard, thick, erect cock into me. Not a little. You force yourself into my cunt, and your hands surround my hips, and I keep you there.

Thank you.