The night has spun blackness around us like a velvet cloud.
Your hands are large and warm, the strength in them is held in check as your fingers caress along the underside of my arm. Your touch is gentle, enticing me.
Throbbing desire like a beating drum fills me, swelling inside to overwhelm. Your scent wraps me in a hot embrace, as your touch strokes the curve of my breast.
Our lips meet and tongues touch, soft but insistent. Fingers tugging at my nipple, seducing me into your night game.
Transported to bliss.. take me..
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
EVERYBODY loves a great BJ
Ok I just remembered this for no specific reason and had to share!
My first Dom, love him forever he is so awesome. Had an aversion to the word BLOWJOB! Me, being the ultimate brat girl that I was (still am given the right situation) would casually drop the words BLOWJOB and BJ into everyday conversations.
Example? Why I would LOVE to give one.
Out for dinner at a friends for birthday cake, singing happy birthday, song ends, I call out "give it a good BLOW, job" I was highly amused, so was he but he also blushed furiously.
Tip for any subby's out there, embarrassing your Dom.... not the brightest idea.
I couldn't help myself really, I always was a lil shit disturber.
When asking my Sir what he would like for dinner, "and can I get you a BJ with that?"
The punishments with this Dom were always just that... punishment BLEH. To this day I will never find knitting to be a pleasant task, especially when gagged by will.
So there you go, my humourous laugh of the day.
Have a great one! (bj)
My first Dom, love him forever he is so awesome. Had an aversion to the word BLOWJOB! Me, being the ultimate brat girl that I was (still am given the right situation) would casually drop the words BLOWJOB and BJ into everyday conversations.
Example? Why I would LOVE to give one.
Out for dinner at a friends for birthday cake, singing happy birthday, song ends, I call out "give it a good BLOW, job" I was highly amused, so was he but he also blushed furiously.
Tip for any subby's out there, embarrassing your Dom.... not the brightest idea.
I couldn't help myself really, I always was a lil shit disturber.
When asking my Sir what he would like for dinner, "and can I get you a BJ with that?"
The punishments with this Dom were always just that... punishment BLEH. To this day I will never find knitting to be a pleasant task, especially when gagged by will.
So there you go, my humourous laugh of the day.
Have a great one! (bj)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Here Kitty Kitty
Friday I had a friend over for some playtime.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
Yes that is my fist buried in her pussy. She is impaled up to my wrist.
There is nothing quite like feeling a pussy cum around your fist. The ripple of muscles as they tense and release. Then the tight squeeze of the final cumming.
I had fucked her first with my big blue dick. Both of us had already had orgasms when I knelt down between her parted thighs, and pushed my fingers, and then hand, and finally made a fist in her sopping wet pussy.
Delicious.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
Yes that is my fist buried in her pussy. She is impaled up to my wrist.
There is nothing quite like feeling a pussy cum around your fist. The ripple of muscles as they tense and release. Then the tight squeeze of the final cumming.
I had fucked her first with my big blue dick. Both of us had already had orgasms when I knelt down between her parted thighs, and pushed my fingers, and then hand, and finally made a fist in her sopping wet pussy.
Delicious.
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Chicken
She started it.
Who could resist the comment "A fish in the hand is infinitely better than a fish in the ass." I HAD to do it!
Thus began my quest for fishy pervertables and soon had me at Walmart perusing the fishing section. I found a few interesting impact items and the usual culprits of fishing line and weights, nets and lures.
Not quite the lure I was hoping for, but I picked up one item of interest, knowing it would be put to good use.
With the lil chicken in my sights, and a lovely Songbird along to help, I prepared the scene mentally and planned out the night.
We carpooled to the event and when we arrived I spent a few minutes lacing Songbird into her corset and slipping into the Swedish Fish gurl costume I had worked out. Flipping my pigtails over my shoulder I slipped into the next room to find that the chicken was on the BBQ.
Yes not five minutes in the door and she was buck naked and laid out on a table being slowly roasted by the Host who was running torches over her body. Halfway through she turned over, someone (Wulfie) commented on her being rotisserie chicken and I told her she sure didn't waste any time. LOL so much for being "shy".
Soon her turn was over and the Host asked if anyone else would like to try, of course his gaze was fixed on me. I waited for him to look elsewhere, but he didn't, he just asked again while watching me. I made sounds of innocence and laughter erupted around me.
I was naked in about ten seconds.
Please remember I have a fear of fire so for me this is fear play as well as fire play.
The fire was intense as it always is. The torches on my back were simply delightful, I love heat and since I can't actually SEE the fire I don't have such a fear response. I was able to relax and feel my arousal unwinding slowly through my torso.
He flashed fireballs over me, and lit mousse on fire on my back. It was great. I had so much fun with fireballs the first time around, that I was feeling confident and relaxed. Then he asked me to turn over.
I reminded him about the cutting area on my chest still being sensitive and he understood (he had been the one holding the scalpel) and I tried to relax back into the scene.
He started by running the torch over my skin and I found myself spreading my legs open so he could trace a path of alcohol over my inner thighs. Soon he had progressed to my labia and mound. I was gasping, no longer relaxed as I flashed through an intensely hot and bright orgasm. I commented that I had cum and there was laughter. Again no surprise.
Next he spread mousse over my tummy and lit it on fire. It was a brand new can so it was quite spectacular. After the mouse was wiped off he started placing little balls of flash cotton onto my tummy. One placed at the top of my sex made me shiver.
It was then that I really noticed the fear.
I was really afraid of being burned. I trusted this man but I did NOT trust the flames he was weilding.
I was starting to shake with fear. I wanted it but I was really afraid.
He started by picking up another torch and the spray bottle. He ignited a fireball over my tummy and BOOM! The flash cotton ignited and suddenly flames were shooting across and over my belly. The mousse hadn't been cleaned off quite enough. I reacted by slapping out the flames as did the Top and his assistant.
The host put out the torch saying that was a failed experiment and that he know knows not to mix the two together. I was quick to agree.
Holding my hands by my side I squished the fear down inside me and felt the tickles of the sparkler as it came up my leg. I laughed. I couldn't help it! It tickled! Soon enough he was at the top of my thighs and coming across my belly.
Each time the sparkler came near my face I found myself trying to blow it out HAH!
The scene was over, I was unburned despite the minor mishap and I lay there for a moment before sitting up and giving the host a very long and tight hug. He is so much fun and I appreciate that he enjoys playing with me.
We all head upstairs to socialize a bit. I wander around wearing just a crinoline and saying hi to people. I quickly tire of the crowd and want to play.
I go down to my toybag and pull out the "Fish Wacker" tag. I head back upstairs and give it to the chicken.
She comments about how subs can mindfuck themselves right out of play, I laughed and said "We wouldn't want that!"
With that we were off to the dungeon area and our playful scene began.
As with any time that I play with someone new I was "gentle" hehe. We took our time warming her up and teasing her slowly. My cohort was amazingly sexy and purring as she tormented our little subby. I was soon laughing and immersed in making the experience as enjoyable as I could for her.
I won't write about this scene as she has already written about her experience on her blog. I could recount it from the Topside, but I find myself wanting her to wonder what happened that she DIDN'T see hah! Beside I know she will read it and enjoy this part of the tease (I bet she is squirming a bit right now!)
When the scene was all over we returned to the main social area and for the first time ever I really enjoyed the aftercare portion. She sat on the floor on a cushion at my feet and I sat in a chair beside her. My arm was draped protectively over her shoulder and I was feeling somewhat possessive.
I think my response was to being told she finally understood what sub-space felt like. I am pleased to be able to get her there and doubly pleased that I was the first.
The rest of the night was spent relaxing and socializing, enjoying the company around us and the floaty sensations for Top/bottom space.
I look forward to flying this chicken again sometime!
Who could resist the comment "A fish in the hand is infinitely better than a fish in the ass." I HAD to do it!
Thus began my quest for fishy pervertables and soon had me at Walmart perusing the fishing section. I found a few interesting impact items and the usual culprits of fishing line and weights, nets and lures.
Not quite the lure I was hoping for, but I picked up one item of interest, knowing it would be put to good use.
With the lil chicken in my sights, and a lovely Songbird along to help, I prepared the scene mentally and planned out the night.
We carpooled to the event and when we arrived I spent a few minutes lacing Songbird into her corset and slipping into the Swedish Fish gurl costume I had worked out. Flipping my pigtails over my shoulder I slipped into the next room to find that the chicken was on the BBQ.
Yes not five minutes in the door and she was buck naked and laid out on a table being slowly roasted by the Host who was running torches over her body. Halfway through she turned over, someone (Wulfie) commented on her being rotisserie chicken and I told her she sure didn't waste any time. LOL so much for being "shy".
Soon her turn was over and the Host asked if anyone else would like to try, of course his gaze was fixed on me. I waited for him to look elsewhere, but he didn't, he just asked again while watching me. I made sounds of innocence and laughter erupted around me.
I was naked in about ten seconds.
Please remember I have a fear of fire so for me this is fear play as well as fire play.
The fire was intense as it always is. The torches on my back were simply delightful, I love heat and since I can't actually SEE the fire I don't have such a fear response. I was able to relax and feel my arousal unwinding slowly through my torso.
He flashed fireballs over me, and lit mousse on fire on my back. It was great. I had so much fun with fireballs the first time around, that I was feeling confident and relaxed. Then he asked me to turn over.
I reminded him about the cutting area on my chest still being sensitive and he understood (he had been the one holding the scalpel) and I tried to relax back into the scene.
He started by running the torch over my skin and I found myself spreading my legs open so he could trace a path of alcohol over my inner thighs. Soon he had progressed to my labia and mound. I was gasping, no longer relaxed as I flashed through an intensely hot and bright orgasm. I commented that I had cum and there was laughter. Again no surprise.
Next he spread mousse over my tummy and lit it on fire. It was a brand new can so it was quite spectacular. After the mouse was wiped off he started placing little balls of flash cotton onto my tummy. One placed at the top of my sex made me shiver.
It was then that I really noticed the fear.
I was really afraid of being burned. I trusted this man but I did NOT trust the flames he was weilding.
I was starting to shake with fear. I wanted it but I was really afraid.
He started by picking up another torch and the spray bottle. He ignited a fireball over my tummy and BOOM! The flash cotton ignited and suddenly flames were shooting across and over my belly. The mousse hadn't been cleaned off quite enough. I reacted by slapping out the flames as did the Top and his assistant.
The host put out the torch saying that was a failed experiment and that he know knows not to mix the two together. I was quick to agree.
Holding my hands by my side I squished the fear down inside me and felt the tickles of the sparkler as it came up my leg. I laughed. I couldn't help it! It tickled! Soon enough he was at the top of my thighs and coming across my belly.
Each time the sparkler came near my face I found myself trying to blow it out HAH!
The scene was over, I was unburned despite the minor mishap and I lay there for a moment before sitting up and giving the host a very long and tight hug. He is so much fun and I appreciate that he enjoys playing with me.
We all head upstairs to socialize a bit. I wander around wearing just a crinoline and saying hi to people. I quickly tire of the crowd and want to play.
I go down to my toybag and pull out the "Fish Wacker" tag. I head back upstairs and give it to the chicken.
She comments about how subs can mindfuck themselves right out of play, I laughed and said "We wouldn't want that!"
With that we were off to the dungeon area and our playful scene began.
As with any time that I play with someone new I was "gentle" hehe. We took our time warming her up and teasing her slowly. My cohort was amazingly sexy and purring as she tormented our little subby. I was soon laughing and immersed in making the experience as enjoyable as I could for her.
I won't write about this scene as she has already written about her experience on her blog. I could recount it from the Topside, but I find myself wanting her to wonder what happened that she DIDN'T see hah! Beside I know she will read it and enjoy this part of the tease (I bet she is squirming a bit right now!)
When the scene was all over we returned to the main social area and for the first time ever I really enjoyed the aftercare portion. She sat on the floor on a cushion at my feet and I sat in a chair beside her. My arm was draped protectively over her shoulder and I was feeling somewhat possessive.
I think my response was to being told she finally understood what sub-space felt like. I am pleased to be able to get her there and doubly pleased that I was the first.
The rest of the night was spent relaxing and socializing, enjoying the company around us and the floaty sensations for Top/bottom space.
I look forward to flying this chicken again sometime!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Vulnerable
This weekend did not go exactly as I had planned. In fact, not at all as I had planned. It feels a bit like my life.
You see, I am a goal setter. I am goal oriented. Goal driven. Without goals I feel very, directionless. Two years ago I saw many of my goals realized. Some happened just as I planned and some were achieved in such a roundabout way even I wasn't sure I had actually done it.
So with all that achievement why do I feel as if things are not going as planned? I wish I had an answer for this.
A friend of mine has told me there is a religion that believes that you can never be happy with what you achieve, for once you reach your goal you no longer want it.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe I am just completely off my rocker.
No matter HOW I arrived here, this is where I am currently. And no matter how I may have achieved these goals I am none the less feeling, annoyed.
Last night my Wulfie tried to snuggle up to me. To kiss me and likely to try to have sex with me.
I was cranky and tired. I had been asleep about an hour and he woke me.
Everything he did was irritating me. From his bristling beard to his stubbly cheek to his roaming hands.
I just wanted him to go away. And when he would move away I would pull him back and try to get it all to working again. I faced the conflict of wanting HIM but not wanting touch.
Something is bothering me and I know what it is. I know it is because I am peacekeeper and I feel very much that there are conflicts going on in my world that I can't control. Because while I am a pacifist I am also very much a control freak.
This is why I ignore social networking sites as a rule. I hate to see people I care about fighting, and I feel helpless.
Yes this is my problem. Yes I must find a way to deal with it.
I will.
But for today, I will mourn the loss of friends who were friends, and are no longer.
You see, I am a goal setter. I am goal oriented. Goal driven. Without goals I feel very, directionless. Two years ago I saw many of my goals realized. Some happened just as I planned and some were achieved in such a roundabout way even I wasn't sure I had actually done it.
So with all that achievement why do I feel as if things are not going as planned? I wish I had an answer for this.
A friend of mine has told me there is a religion that believes that you can never be happy with what you achieve, for once you reach your goal you no longer want it.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe I am just completely off my rocker.
No matter HOW I arrived here, this is where I am currently. And no matter how I may have achieved these goals I am none the less feeling, annoyed.
Last night my Wulfie tried to snuggle up to me. To kiss me and likely to try to have sex with me.
I was cranky and tired. I had been asleep about an hour and he woke me.
Everything he did was irritating me. From his bristling beard to his stubbly cheek to his roaming hands.
I just wanted him to go away. And when he would move away I would pull him back and try to get it all to working again. I faced the conflict of wanting HIM but not wanting touch.
Something is bothering me and I know what it is. I know it is because I am peacekeeper and I feel very much that there are conflicts going on in my world that I can't control. Because while I am a pacifist I am also very much a control freak.
This is why I ignore social networking sites as a rule. I hate to see people I care about fighting, and I feel helpless.
Yes this is my problem. Yes I must find a way to deal with it.
I will.
But for today, I will mourn the loss of friends who were friends, and are no longer.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Year, New Games
You are not allowed to cum until Friday, you must masturbate twice a day minimum and NOT orgasm. If you behave you will get a special treat on Friday.
Thus begins a new year and a new game to play with one of my favorite toys. She will obey me, she is such a good girl. I am thrilled at her consenting to play this way with me. I plan on spending the entire week making her squirm.
I know she is taking delight in my control of her and I plan on taking full advantage of her during this time. Her consent to participate has given me license to experiment on her with denial and forced release.
I have told her I expect daily updates. I suspect she will start begging by mid-week.
Happy New Year!
Thus begins a new year and a new game to play with one of my favorite toys. She will obey me, she is such a good girl. I am thrilled at her consenting to play this way with me. I plan on spending the entire week making her squirm.
I know she is taking delight in my control of her and I plan on taking full advantage of her during this time. Her consent to participate has given me license to experiment on her with denial and forced release.
I have told her I expect daily updates. I suspect she will start begging by mid-week.
Happy New Year!
Edging
So she tells me right before we start the scene that she is now into edging. I have played this way in the past and I know what she wants.
Orgasm denial is such a lovely thing and her "about to cum" safeword is purple.
I inform my partner what we are going to do.
We start with her hands and feet hooked to a spreader bar and tied to the suspension frame. I check the height and angle with her and it seems good.
I love playing with this girl, she is one of my favorites and I know what gets her going. The two of us start working her over quite well with lighter impact items. She is moaning and squeaking just a bit as we start ramping it up.
I don gloves and grab her hitachi. I love fucking this woman and tonight is no exception. With my hand in her pussy and her hitachi against her clit it is not long before she is begging to cum.
She is being beaten by my partner and I am varying the intensity just enough to keep her from cumming. She is starting to wiggle and squirm.
I stop tormenting her poor pussy and we change places. I am now beating the underside of her tits as my partner swats at her exposed ass and thighs.
I start attacking her with a wooden skewer. They are lovely little toys, flexible enough that when bent back and let go they leave little welts and sting like a bitch! Not to mention the pointy side of course.
When her tits are sufficient covered in welts and she has approached orgasm several times and I refuse her we decide it is time to flip her over and spank her lovely ass.
With her rearranged onto her knees and her ass in the air the spanks begin.
In between flogging, spanking, paddling and strapping her ass we bring her to the edge over and over. Oftentimes leaving the vibrator that has gotten her there right next to her clit.
After quite sometime we flip her over again and I know she is finally at the end of her rope for patience.
She starts begging to cum and I am holding her back. Finally I say the magic words, "Cum for me" and she doesn't hesitate a bit, her orgasm shooting out of her as she squirts in a huge flood. I tell her to keep cumming as hard as she can. I am manipulating her gspot with one vibrator and her clit with the hitachi.
She squirts so hard it goes shooting over my head! I am impressed as hell at this and I push her to cum one more time before finally allowing her to rest.
My partner gets her water and they snuggle while I clean up.
I am informed that she worships me, to which I smile, and she also tells me she wants me to take over her orgasms.
I am delighted! More edging for extended periods of time, to cum!
Orgasm denial is such a lovely thing and her "about to cum" safeword is purple.
I inform my partner what we are going to do.
We start with her hands and feet hooked to a spreader bar and tied to the suspension frame. I check the height and angle with her and it seems good.
I love playing with this girl, she is one of my favorites and I know what gets her going. The two of us start working her over quite well with lighter impact items. She is moaning and squeaking just a bit as we start ramping it up.
I don gloves and grab her hitachi. I love fucking this woman and tonight is no exception. With my hand in her pussy and her hitachi against her clit it is not long before she is begging to cum.
She is being beaten by my partner and I am varying the intensity just enough to keep her from cumming. She is starting to wiggle and squirm.
I stop tormenting her poor pussy and we change places. I am now beating the underside of her tits as my partner swats at her exposed ass and thighs.
I start attacking her with a wooden skewer. They are lovely little toys, flexible enough that when bent back and let go they leave little welts and sting like a bitch! Not to mention the pointy side of course.
When her tits are sufficient covered in welts and she has approached orgasm several times and I refuse her we decide it is time to flip her over and spank her lovely ass.
With her rearranged onto her knees and her ass in the air the spanks begin.
In between flogging, spanking, paddling and strapping her ass we bring her to the edge over and over. Oftentimes leaving the vibrator that has gotten her there right next to her clit.
After quite sometime we flip her over again and I know she is finally at the end of her rope for patience.
She starts begging to cum and I am holding her back. Finally I say the magic words, "Cum for me" and she doesn't hesitate a bit, her orgasm shooting out of her as she squirts in a huge flood. I tell her to keep cumming as hard as she can. I am manipulating her gspot with one vibrator and her clit with the hitachi.
She squirts so hard it goes shooting over my head! I am impressed as hell at this and I push her to cum one more time before finally allowing her to rest.
My partner gets her water and they snuggle while I clean up.
I am informed that she worships me, to which I smile, and she also tells me she wants me to take over her orgasms.
I am delighted! More edging for extended periods of time, to cum!
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