The Spanking

I feel his hands slide over my bum and a soft squeeze of my cheeks through my skirt.

My eyelashes flutter as I sneak a peek up into his eyes. His lips are curved into a mischevious grin and I ache to kiss him.

"You have a very spankable ass." He returns my gaze, and I see confidence behind his expression. "I ought to have you over my knee, girl."

My knees are weak at his words and I can only gaze up at him, tongue darting out to lick my lips as I nod.

"You would need to take a seat first I think." Oh damn me I am too cheeky for my own good!

He chuckles and pulls away from our embrace. He crosses to a chair and settles in comfortably.

"Come get your spanking like a good girl."

How could I refuse that request? I step over to where he is seated and bend over his lap.

His hands are rubbing my bum through my skirt again. I wait for the first blows. Tense and anxious. Pleasure or pain?

His hand comes down in the first strike. It isn't overly hard but enough to make me flinch in surprise. My gasp is as spontaneous as the entire scene.

He begins spanking me thoroughly through my clothing. I squirm and wiggle and hope that he will pull my skirt up and panties down! I want to feel his punishment against my bare ass.

He continues spanking and I hear myself crying out and begging him. He stops long enough to hear my plea to pull aside my clothing, his response is a loud laugh. I blush in humiliation and feel my panties soak in arousal.

"You haven't been that good!"

His spanking continues with my clothes on, much to my dismay. I wiggle and pout, frustration at my arousal being forced to stay behind the shelter of clothing.

Abruptly he pushes me from his lap, tumbling me to the floor. I lay there looking up at him. Body aching in desire, bum warmed by his spanking.

Sitting up I spread my legs and rub my moist panties against my hot aching sex.

He smiles approvingly and settles back to watch the show...




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The Massage

We are sitting on the couch with my head on his shoulder and my back is throbbing in pain. I mention this and he starts rubbing it. This serves only to annoy me that he can't really get to the sore spots.

"If I get naked will you give me a massage?" His reply is a yes and I go to my room and change into a warm fuzzy robe.

We cuddle on the couch for a few more minutes, sort of watching TV but mostly just snuggling into each other.

Impatience sets in and I rise and take his hand to pull him up. He sits and looks up at me, amused. Oh yes, he is a Dom, do it right girl.

"Please?" I tug his hand again.

He gets up and follows me to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed wearing only my pink lace panties. My feet under the covers and my arms tucked under me. (the room feels chilly)

He sits beside me and starts massaging my shoulders and down my spine. I sigh in happiness and relax. It is not often I have this special treat so I am going to enjoy it.

His hands are strong and I have to ask him not to press quite so hard on my lower back. Old injuries tend to make the area around my tail bone very sensitive. He takes his time to find each sore spot and rub each one until they are relaxing and no longer hurting. He is pressing the tender nerve spaces along my spine at the base of my back tenderly and I am blissing out as the sensations ooze through the surrounding muscles and leave me like a rag doll.

His hand slipps between my legs and cups my mound, commenting on the heat and joking that maybe this is why I am always cold, because all the heat resides in my sex. I giggle about that while he squeezes me through my panties and then rubs my bum. I adore having my bum rubbed and arch my back.

His lips are kissing my shoulder. I moan softly and move my hair to give him access to the back of my neck. He tongue darts out and wets the nape of my neck and he blows gently. So sexy, I squirm a bit and he kisses the back of my neck and along my spine. Little soft nibbles follow and I am drowning in a sea of ecstasy.

His mouth on my shoulder again, I lean back and twist and kiss his lips softly. Our tongues dance and tease. He places soft little kisses all over my lips and I squirm around so that I can touch him.

He is still fully clothed, I have no patience with this, I need to feel his skin. I tug his belt loose and pull his jeans open. My hand rubs over his belly and slips inside his boxers to grasp his hardening cock. Glad to see I'm not the only one enjoying the massage! I comment that he is wearing entirely to much clothing. He stands up to remove his pants and I pull his shirt over his head. Delicious.

He pulls my panties off, I am on my back now and the massage and kisses continue. My breasts rubbed and nuzzled, he kisses down my belly. I sigh softly and then tense as he kisses and nuzzles my inner thighs. This is a very sensitive spot and I never allow play in this area, he knows this and has been gently teasing me for a few days. His mouth stays soft and tender against my thigh so I relax and enjoy the sparks of pleasure that radiate. His hand is rubbing my mons and his kisses follow. Tongue darting out again to lick my clit once, twice, and move away.

I am nearly lost in the glow of desire sweeping through me, yet I am so relaxed from my massage that I am laying somewhat still. I feel strange and floaty like I do after a long hard scene.

He is kissing me and I am sucking at his lips and tongue. My hands are caressing his back and butt. I need him inside me.

He slides his fingers in the slick wetness of my pussy, smearing my juice up my slit and swirling it around my swollen clit. I moan and press up against him, my nipples tingling. His fingers slip inside my greedy clenching hole and I feel him rubbing my g-spot.

I whisper,"Yes! there ohhh that perfect, your rubbing my g-spot."

I feel orgasm slowly building, I hold back, wanting to savor the moment. Telling him how close I am and that I don't want to cum yet.

His fingers withdraw and I feel myself pinned under him as he kisses me, his lips are more insistent now, and I feel his Dominance pouring into me, like liquid fire it blazes through me. I whimper against his lips and beg for more.

"Please what?" He asks me, and this time I have no answer for him, only saying "more."

He shifts and I can reach his phallus, I grip it in my hand and pump slowly. Yes, I want this.

He is inside me then, his cock filling and stretching me. I am trembling from the effort to hold back and in two strokes I am squirting. He shushes me as I get loud and start groaning and telling him I am cumming. Silly girl, he can feel you squirting, it's all over him!

My orgasm is intense and my body quivers as he continues fucking me, the next orgasm right behind it. I cum again and tell him I am cumming. He smiles and kisses me and I consumed by blazing passion. His shaft the torch that is searing me from the inside out. I loose myself in the raging heat of lust roaring inside me, spilling it into him. Orgasms are wildfire burning through me, leaving no part of me untouched by flame.

He withdraws and turns me over, I feel him enter me from behind and his throbbing thrusting cock continues inflaming me.

I am pushing back into him and gasping, he is riding me hard now and I feel him tense as he cums. I whimper and wiggle against him. He slips free of me and his fingers rub my pussy gently. I sigh and relax and turn so I am laying on my side. The flames slowly returning to hot embers, glowing warm deep inside me.

He lays down beside me. I pull him into my arms and kiss his forehead gently. He is so very quiet... I catch his eye and he smiles at me. I kiss his smile.

Tenderness can be very sweet. Thank you, for this wonderful treat.

Names

I have a thing for anonymity. I like to be invisible in my everyday life. I am very ordinary looking and can wander through crowds easily without anyone even noticing me. I once had a man I knew who worked as a guard tell me I should be a spy or something, because no one would ever see me. And no one would suspect who I am when the sun goes down.

I use my real name (or a version of it) in my kink circle. It isn't a lack of creativity, more a defiance thing, not allowing my vanilla world to dominate my kink world. Perhaps it is foolish, I have only been public for two years so I suppose only time will tell. It is my choice to use my name and I have no intention of changing my name, no I am proud to be kinky, and proud of the life I lead.

I am also not invisible when I am at events. I am loud and active and giggly and I wear clothing that is as far from the norm of black and red as I can get! I am the party girl and I am going to have a blast.

I do not name names when I write here. I think that would be horrible if I did that and removing consent from any scene I play in. People have a right to choose what they need in their lives. By posting a real name on this blog, I could change someones world forever. I am a firm believer that anything I put on the internet, or into any form of print, becomes public knowledge and I loose control of ever word that is typed at the moment I hit publish.

For the safety of my playmates, I would ask that if you know who they are you do not share the knowledge. This is merely a courtesy. To my playmates, if you would like to say HEY! the goddess wrote about me in her blog! Please feel free to share. It is your privacy after all.

I adore playing and I adore writing and being able to write about my play and share it with others who want to read it brings me buckets full of joy. It also happens to arouse me to no end to know I turn people on. Comments are always welcome and it tickles me to have someone comment on my blog. It's icing on my kinky cake. It feeds the greedy hungry exhibitionist in me to know I am watched.

So names in this blog are fictitious every time (including my own) and I appreciate every person who plays with me and consents in that play to me sharing the experience here.

Thank you.

Sleepless

I am unable to sleep. Uncomfortable because of healing from my scene. Experiencing a drop. And fantasizing about what I want to do to someone.

I have rolls of vetwrap in my bag and I know a bondage slut who would love them.

I envision having her caught in my web, delectable morsel. Her mewling noises as I run my hands over her soft warm skin.

A pinch here, a slap there, some tickles... And wooden skewers to scratch and give stingy slaps with.

Pause for a kiss and then rub her all over with the softest silk before cutting her loose.

I love to tease I think it is the best torment of all.

No wonder I can't sleep.


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Panties

I LOVE panties.

I LOVE panties on boys and girls!

I LOVE panty shopping especially if I am picking out panties for a sexy friend.

I LOVE when someone models panties for me! It gets me in my happy place.

Ah love is a pair of panties. Will you model yours for me?
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Heavy Bottom

I have attempted to explain the level of pain I enjoy by describing myself as a pain slut or heavy bottom. A picture is worth a thousand words.

On Saturday I scened at a local club with an old friend who I freqently refer to as Daddy and a newer friend who I invited into our scene as he wanted to learn flogging.

I had an excellent time, at one point calling out "GREEN GREEN" over and over, and at others giggling madly, screaming, moaning and begging for more. I had to yellow twice for positioning issues which we amended quickly. The scene was cut short when in my thrashing and wiggling and dancing (I rarely consent to bondage) I hit my lip on the cross and it pulled me slightly out of sync. Concern for a bruise on my face distracted me to the point where the next strikes were intense and pushed me over the top. I would have scened longer and harder otherwise.

I have no concept of time in scenes I do not know how long we played. I know that at the end I was flying, and having two Dominant men Top me was both intense and erotic. I was thrilled with the attention and did my best to behave myself and not Top from the bottom or dance away to much. The sensations through out the play were amazing, at the end one cleaned up the equipment and the other cuddled me in a blanket.

Bottoming makes me restless, it was not long before I was up and moving, dressing and wiping down equipment. I stumbled around a lot and decided not to put the four inch heels back on. I do not require a large amount of aftercare and I wandered around the club and socialized. Giving and receiving hugs, a few people commenting on my scene. I laughed and flirted. Showing off my marks to a few people.

I have taken pictures today (two full days after) I believe the bruises are nearly fully coloured. I have been trying to think of everything used on me and what all the marks are from.

The fading bruises on my breasts and shoulders and bite marks from previous play (I think they were from Thursday) The rest of the marks on my breasts would be floggers, quirts, canes, crops and slaps.



My ass is marked by, paddles, crops, canes, floggers, a bat, a large thick inflexible cane made of this clear acrylic that was about an inch and a half in diameter (omg I want one of those toys) oh! hands, quirt, and my "OH SHIT" toy that is a metal cable encased in plastic tubing and looped in a handle. I honestly don't know what else! I know I had fun and between the two Tops and the two toy bags I was one very happy girl.



Enjoy the photos, I hope this is an adequate definition of what pain slut or heavy bottom can translate to for me.

The Gigglepuss

I had explained the scene to her and what I was going to do. We discussed the play extensively as it is something she would like to be able to duplicate. A long discussion about the type of wax to be used and rules that are important to remember.

She listened and asked questions, I could tell she was cautious but curious and very much wanting to learn how. I explained that any play comes with risks and while I could never go so far as to declare with absolute certainty that I will not burn her, I could reassure her by saying the only person I had ever burned was myself. I also explained that I would test the heat of the wax on myself at a much closer drip point that what I would drip on her. She understood, and consented to the risk.

I instruct her to disrobe while I light candles and strip down to just my thong.

I have her lay down on the sheet that I am using as a drop cloth and stand over her, candle in my hand. I drip some wax on my inner forearm and the wax is only medium warm. We are ready to begin.

I look down at her and splash the first few drips on her belly. This action is greeted by a startled "OH!" promptly followed by a little wiggle and a moan of pleasure. I laugh, someone likes wax!

Grinning as my playful Top rises to the occasion and I start dancing to the music and dripping wax all over her tummy and thighs. I see her wiggle and she makes mewling noises. I encourage her squirming, telling her it gives me more targets. She begins to giggle.

I have to admit my absolute delight as her laughter fills the room. I adore gigglers and it appears I have a gigglepuss on my hands.

In the zone now I scoop up some cold water as I tell her to close her eyes. She gasps as and giggles as I sprinkle the cold drops on her, followed by more wax. Her eyes flutter open and she states her surprise at not being able to tell the difference.

I kneel beside her and lower the candle, I have dripped it less than six inches from my skin and it is not hot enough to burn. I hold the candle at the full height of my outstretched arm, drizzling her with wax.

Her eyes are open and wide and I bring the wax lower and suddenly she calls yellow.

I set the candle down, reconnecting with her and blowing over the wax, she says a spot on her side was to hot. I look closely and there is only cooled wax. Touching each spot and wiggling them a bit, no protests. I drizzle some cool water on her and she indicates she is ok to continue.

Picking up the candle again, I drizzle wax on my arm and thigh to ensure temperature is ok.

Dripping the wax on her tummy and thighs and breasts, she is giggling madly now and her eyes are closed as she laughs and squirms. I tell her to open her eyes so she can see how close the candle is to her, about twelve inches away and she gasps in surprise.

Knowing how much of a mind fuck it is as she giggles again I tell her she has to count the drips backwards and I am going to move closer with every drip.

I move my arm higher so I am about two and a half feet away and tell her to count backwards from ten. The drips begin to fall and she counts them quickly as the candle moves closer. I laugh, the wax is now a foot away. We start again This time I am two feet away and tell her to count back from twenty, she protests and I tell her, ok fifteen. So fifteen it is and the candle moves very close by the time she gasps out "one".

I tell her we will do it one more time, this round the candle will start at a foot and half away. She gasps and counts the drips to fast, I am laughing and stop dripping. Scolding her for counting phantom drips, telling her I am counting too.

I am spilling the wax over on to my thigh as I laugh at her and she tries to convince me she was counting right. Her eyes wide and her head shaking back and forth in protest.

We start again, my hand about sixteen inches from her tummy, this time she counts the drips right and she is giggling and gasping when she calls out the last digit. I have ended about four inches from the puddle of hardened wax on her tummy.

I set the candle down and she comments about needing a picture. I set up for the pictures and snap a few quickly.



Setting the camera back down I sit beside her and start rubbing and scrubbing the wax off. She is helping to pick the wax off and she has a sweet smile on her face. I kiss her lips, and then each pretty pink nipple.

Giggly girls get me every time. Next time I will make sure and negotiate for more than kisses and wax!

The Club

A change in plans Saturday had me attending a new venue. Here are my impressions of the club and what I experienced while being fondled and cuddled in the lap of my sexy friend.

The floors uneven boards throb beneath my feet like a living being as the music grinds out a powerful beat. I step carefully as I feel the sexual energy charge the air until it fairly crackles around me.

I am escorted on a small tour, dance floor that is currently empty, two cages on the upper level. My eyes light up seeing them and imagining the sexy bodies will soon undulate inside them.

Next level, couchs, tables, chairs all strewn casually about. The bar takes up one side, I ask my date and he picks us up drinks. Soda in hand he shows me the dungeon. I recognize the furniture and smirk at it. There is a vendor selling his wares just outside.

The club is very empty of people yet and we claim a spot on a couch. I sit and watch the people arriving. So many costumes! I feel very under dressed. I mention this to my friend and he is reassuring.

I snuggle up to him, settling in to watch and feeling mildly overwhelmed. It is always good to have a guide on such ventures.

The crowd increases and I begin to feel the primal urges that run like an undercurrent through the event.

The girls are amazing, strange exotic animals, that prowl through the club. I am drawn to the raw power I feel exuding from several and joking with my escort about how I want this one or that one for my birthday.

The men are shocking to but in a different way. They seem subdued, most dressed all in black. I enjoy the trannys and the queer men as the best eye candy. They are the most creative and eye catching.

There are a few people I know. I say hi to nearly all of them, but mostly just watch all the people around me.

The crowd eddys and swirls and I catch sight of the same delectable people several times. It is hard to focus on any one thing and am left with scattered impressions.

This girl in silver is incredibly sexy, I have an intense longing to beg to worship her. There is a girl all in white that fascinates me for some reason I can not comprehend. Another girl is twirling her hair and I am mesmerized. Yet another girl is doing a sexy dance for two boys at once. I can only remember her panties in camoflage and the lovely butt that they graced.

I of course was also distracted by the person who held me in his lap. I think I simply straddled him and gawked around at the people for over two hours. He took full advantage and used teeth, nails and pinches to keep me suitably entertained and on the hard edge of arousal, much to my delight.

I counted the stripes on a female friends stockings and took pleasure in making her squirm from tickles. And felt up a cute young man in shiny black rubber pants.

More happened, I know it did but I shall never remember it all and the things I have mentioned are the strongest memories. Funny how this writing seems as scattered and disjointed as the whole experience felt. I just couldn't seem to focus on anything specific and couldn't seem to get my bearings all night long.

I had to be flying quite nicely when we left as I became completely turned around and would surely have become lost had I not had someone with sense to guide me. Although I appear to be directionally challenged when I am around this person. As we went shopping at fetish clothing stores the next day and I became hopelessly lost again. But not to the same degree of feeling like I was constantly travelling in the incorrect direction!
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Impatience

As I have stated previously I am a rather impatient person. I hate waiting for anything or anyone and I want what I want when and how I want it.

In a nutshell I am greedy and selfish.

If you arrive at our agreed playspace one moment late prepare to meet my wrath. Oh I am a "nice" girl generally speaking but I take my play very seriously. HAH!

I have had a girl recently show up late. We had prenegotiated for a knife, removal of clothing, bondage (my choice or rope or silken scarves) several sharp items that she reluctantly consented to. Claws, wartenburg wheel, a glove covered in a rather sharp abrasive rubber pad. A paddle, clothespins and crops.

By the time she arrived my candles had burnt rather low. The lighting now seemed sinister and the mood was definitely altered.

"Strip" was my terse command.

Her attempt at a strip tease was observed but not responded to other than to cause me to arch one brow at her.

"Kneel" my next order, this time she picked up on the tension in my voice.

I walked slowly around her shivering, prone form. I had placed a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her forward until her nose was pressed into the carpet. She had whimpered softly at the stern touch of my hand.

"Girl, you will now take two strokes of my paddle for every minute you were late. How many minutes were you late?"

I can hear her reply of "15 minutes."

"No darling, you were 24 minutes late, how many strokes of my paddle will you receive tonight?"

She knows the answer and tells me it will be 48. I can tell she is excited I can hear her smile even if she is face down. She will not be smiling when she leaves, this is punishment even if it doesn't feel like it yet.

I kneel next to her lovely round ass and trace my fingernails lightly over the pale skin. She is unmarked. This will change.

I raise my paddle and tell her to count. I do not temper my first blows, they are hard and fall on her in deep resounding smacks. She is counting and I can not hear her, I smile a twisted evil grin, I am enjoying myself despite being disappointed at her disrespect.

"Darling if I can not hear you counting then you are not counting at all, lets begin again, shall we?"

She protests somewhat weakly until my smacks begin again. Then her head comes up and she calls each slap of my paddle against her cheeks out loudly. She reaches 15 before I stop again and set my paddle down. Resting my cool fingers against her flaming cheeks.

"Dear girl, how can I take your counting seriously. Do you not understand your job? You must count each slap to each cheek in a running tally. Four left, three right. That way I keep your cheeks evenly reddened. So it is 48 slaps per cheek and you have already counted to 15. Darling this will never do. Start again now and count the paddle per cheek."

She is groaning and I can feel protests welling within her. But she has consented and if she wants to play, she must obey or use her safeword and go home very unhappy indeed.

I hear her reply of "Yes my Goddess" and I resume the punishment.

Now I am striking her ass in staccato beats, two on one cheek then three on the other, then back again. She is struggling to keep a tally and I am laughing as I change tempo again and strike both cheeks at once repeatedly. She is in tears now as she tries to concentrate on counting and ends up very confused and muddled.

Her tears only push me further and the smacks of my paddle grow harder and deeper, the colour of her ass going from red to a darker more sinister colour that is nearly indigo. She is sobbing now and has lost count again.

I set my paddle aside and rub my palm slowly over each cheek. Squeezing her hot skin in my hand and scratching her lightly with my nails.

I lift her tear stained face so she is looking up into my face. She can see I am not impressed with her crying or her failure to count.

"Perhaps we ought to try something else darling since you seem incapable of counting your paddling."

She winces and shakes her head. "Please Goddess, I will do better this time."

I admire her tenacity at wanting to please me and tell her get ready.

The paddle strikes are no less harsh and I vary tempo and speed. She counts like a trooper and somehow that darling girl manages to count 48 strokes, per cheek.

Pleased to no end, I rub her raw bottom gently and slide my hands over her quivering thighs. Slipping my fingers between her legs and feeling her hot wetness, I laugh.

"How many orgasms did your paddling give you, little one?"

She smiles up at me through tears, "I am not THAT talented at counting!"

I laugh and push her onto her back laying on top of her and licking at her tears cat-like.

"Naughty girl, don't be late again or I will cancel play all together. Now let's have some fun!" I smile at her and kiss her lips hard.

She is so responsive I feel her pressing up into me as I pinch her nipple cruelly in my fingernails.

It will be a very long night...

Dirty Dreamer

I have vivid sex dreams, the kind that I awake from gasping, humping at my sheets and orgasming. They intensify as my sexual desires wax and wan like the moon cycles. They also increase in potency when I know I am going to play and am looking forward to it with anticipation.

My Dream

He is naked as I have undressed him at the door, pulling his willing body from his clothing as quickly and efficiently as I can. I am greedy and clothing hampers getting what I want. And I want it so badly, I have to be careful not to injure his clothing.

I laugh as I grab him by his rather erect member (I am not the only eager one) and lead him to the sex nest I have prepared.

Toys and lube are in easy reach, the sheets hide a waterproof mattress cover (I intend on soaking this space in my orgasmic squirt) towels are stacked neatly, safer sex supplies are plentiful.

I instruct him to lay on his side, with his head at the bottom end of the bed. I apply lube (vanilla mm) to his dick and nestle in beside him.

My pussy is in his face and my lips are wrapped happily around his cock. Blissful as I feel him slide well lubed fingers (all four of them) into my pussy and stretch me. I squirt immediately and blush knowing I likely flooded his face and the sheets. Groaning at the pleasure that sweeps through me I apply my energy to sucking on his vanilla flavored dong. Licking his sac and sucking his balls into my mouth as I push a lubed toy into his ass.

I hear him groan in ecstasy and he fucks at the toy. He is such an ass whore and I adore it. I fuck his ass as I lick and such his dick.

His mouth is on my clit and his fingers are milking my g-spot. I shudder and cry out as I squirt and gush and nearly drown him.

He is shaking hard and suddenly freezes as he has a p-spot orgasm. I nibble and suck at his balls until he comes back down to earth.

I need his balls slapping at my ass as he buries his dick in my pussy and he is quick to respond. Flipping me onto my back and resting my legs on his shoulders, he pumps his rock hard shaft into me and I cum in a great gush over him. He is stroking hard and fast and I am squirting every few strokes, blissed out and cumming in multiples as he fucks me.

Suddenly he stops and pulls out of me.

Flipping me over and sliding a thumb in my ass, he wiggles some lube inside me and then his cock is in my butt and I am cumming again. I rock back hard against him and he meets each thrust eagerly.

I wake up my hand in my pussy and I am squirting all over my fingers.. Ah I can not wait until this is no longer just a dream!

Happy

I suffer from SAD. I hate admitting it. As a child growing up on the prairies I would get cabin fever during the ultra cold months. I was the child that was always outside in the sunshine and the dirt. As an adult living in BC the gloom of rain and clouds for continous days can really get me down. Any sunshine will find me out in nature, no matter how cold or muddy it is. This story is entirely a work of my imagination and it makes me very happy to imagine such things.

It is hot and dry the kind of dry heat that drys the perspiration off your body before it truly has a chance to form.

I am dressed in a sheer white sundress. Nothing underneath, it is entirely to warm to have anything else against my skin. My hair is tickling my bare arms as it swings like a tail, all tied up in a high pony. Water is on my mind and something more, my thirst is nearly primal. Wetness between my legs let's me know my body is very ready.

I stop at a vendor selling cold bottles of water. The moisture forms in tiny beads before the dry air whisks it away. I buy two bottles and meander on. My feet feel dry and dusty, I wiggle my toes anxious to be free of my sandals. Little bondage chambers trying to restrict my freedom. I grin thinking of the comparison.

Holding the bottles close against me the cool cylinders fresh and clean next to my hot torso. I wander off the path and into a field of wild grasses, I am quickly to my waist in the verdance that is sweet prairie. A meadowlark sings off in the distance and I can hear the small sounds of grasshoppers and midges.

I find a gloriously lush patch where the grass grows bright green still fed by an underground stream and sit down tugging straps and freeing my feet. Wiggling my toes in the grasses, it is cool underneath.

I spread my legs wide and warm air pours over my legs, lapping at my moist labia.

I am thirsty as I had noticed earlier. I open one bottle and pour the bright cold liquid down my parched throat. Immediately refreshed but still hot I dampen the front of my sundress by pouring cold dribbles over my shoulders. Moaning at the pleasure of feeling cooled while the warm sun quickly heats me up again.

Mmm delicious.

I grab the full bottle and press it against my throat, revelling as my nipples harden and goosepimples form.

Erotic, that sensation. I slide the bottle lower and rub eager nipples to the cold side. Oh yes this is simply decadent!

I lift my sundress and rub the bottle all over my thighs. Noting the bumps that rise and fall at the chill touch. My toes wiggle and I squirm as it comes in contact with my hot inner thighs. Pressing it to my swollen lips and gasping at the glaring spark of arousal.

Wiggling deeper into the grasses and hiding myself as I slide the bottle over my labia and press hard so it touches my hardening clit. I sigh as my arousal rises rubbing the now slippery bottle in my moist crack. Cold hitting my clit and causing shivery tingles as I rub the ridge of the bottle up and down my greedy slit.

Groaning as my pleasure mounts and the blush of orgasm blooms across my chest. Back arched, breasts straining as my climax overtakes me and I tumble back into my impromptu love nest.

Giggling as my vision clears and I tug my dress back down. Languid I roll onto my tummy and rub the bottle clean in the grass.

The sounds of the meadow come drifting back and I hear the heat buzzing around me. Afternoon delight in the hot summer sun. A perfect way to enjoy a tall cool drink.
Sent wirelessly from my BlackBerry device on the Bell network.
Envoyé sans fil par mon terminal mobile BlackBerry sur le réseau de Bell.