“But first, you know what I want from you,” he told me. No more explanation was needed as I sank to my knees in front of him – and took his cock into my mouth. “That’s a good girl. Make Daddy’s cock good and hard.” His cock slid in between my lips – each time…
Tag: sex
I Am Kinky, Kinky Am I
(listen to this – and you’ll understand what prompted this post) My mom was a horrible person. Not really, but given how she hooked me on certain books when I was a teen – she was a horrible, horrible person. I remember when she found a book she had loved as a teen. Rosemary Rogers…
An Insomnia Cure?
Sleep either slams into me, taking me where I stand so I cannot find consciousness until morning – or sleep is a slow lover, satiating me enough to get a few hours of sleep before I wake up wanting more but not finding it. Insomnia is my new love, or so it feels. Sometimes, I…
A Poly Complication?
A friend of mine asked me a question yesterday – out of the blue: do you find that marriage complicates poly After reading it, I breathed for a moment as the urge to smack him (he’s married) was too great. I was a bit annoyed that he would phrase it as such – as though…
Your Marks
I feel your marks – each time I sit. I feel where your paddle struck my thighs. I feel where the cane welted the skin of my ass. I feel where you took me hard as I was bent over your bed knowing all I could do was take it. I feel your marks each…
A Summary of My Monday & Tuesday – By the Numbers
2 nights in a hotel. 1 wonderful view of the ocean. 3 beers each on the patio as we waited for our room. 4 – average number of ibuprofen we were taking at a time to combate the sunburn pain. 3 bottles of wine we consumed Monday night post-play. 12 rabbits we saw converge at dusk in…
The Dance
“Shall we dance?” he asked. We were both laying in bed getting ready comfortable. Both of us laying on our sides – our arms under our pillows. I grasped his hand. He wrapped his leg around me – and I followed suit by intertwining my leg around his. Then we pulled each other close; our…
Pushed Further
His vice like grip on my nipples – pulling and twisting and squeezing – made me cry aloud forgetting to cry into the pillow so the neighbors wouldn’t complain. I squirmed and wiggled and try to pull away – trying to take the nipples away from his grip. “Oh you think that’ll work, do you?”…
An Erotic Trigger
I laid back into bed – getting comfortable – with the overwhelming desire to cum. Never being one to deny myself a chance to masturbate, I settled in for the act. I went to my favorite erotica site – looking for something to read instead of letting my imagination wander. I came across an interesting…
