“Hi,, lover”, I texted.
“Good morning, sexy,” he replies quickly.
“I’m going to give you a choice,” I respond. Continue reading “A bird in the hand or two in the bush?”
“Hi,, lover”, I texted.
“Good morning, sexy,” he replies quickly.
“I’m going to give you a choice,” I respond. Continue reading “A bird in the hand or two in the bush?”
I am the big spoon. I am always the big spoon. If anyone asks, I actually prefer sleeping in my own space, on my belly or side. But my husband enjoys being spooned, enjoys the warmth, he says. So I do it for him.
As I cuddle up to him, naked front to naked back, I can’t help but think of another time, another spoon. That time, I wasn’t actually naked. A thick black strapon and some lube were between me and my lover. I pushed his upper leg forward so I could access his sweet ass. A lubed finger probed his hole to prepare it for my lady-cock. I could feel him tense, then relax as he became more excited. I teased his ass back and forth with the rubber dildo before positioning in just the right place. I moved my hips forward as the magic wand slowly entered him. I grabbed his hip with my hand and began to rock him, my cock sliding effortlessly into his larger opening. I felt my pussy swell and become wetter as it smashed against his ass. Pretty soon, I was slamming him hard against me, both of us grunting against the effort.
“Fuck me harder, Mistress,” he said. I smacked his ass with my open hand.
“Silence,” I said. I pulled him onto his knees and pushed his head down. I repositioned my cock at at his asshole, and drove it deep inside him. “There,” I told him, “you’ll get it nice and hard now.”
Again and again, I pounded his ass, taking him to my plastic balls. I felt my orgasm begin to build, and I finally let myself go, shuddering all the way to my toes.
I told him to turn over, grabbed his cock, and one, two, three, he squirted his load all over himself.
And now, naked front to naked back, it’s just a spoon. Sharing warmth. Affection.
But sometimes I remember…
Our foursome enters the elevator, and Jackie clasps my hand tightly. I resist the urge to draw her to me, to grab her by the neck and force her lips to mine. WHERE, I think, did that come from? I am not usually dominant in a relationship. Perhaps being with a woman would change that.
Kyle leads the way to the room, quickly scanning the room card. The hotel room is like any other, king bed, plush pillows, standard dresser and desk. Kyle has his computer set up on the desk with a porno playing. Lesbian porn, of course. What is it about lesbians, I wonder, that gets men so hot and bothered? Maybe I’ll get to find out! Continue reading “Playtime (part 3)”
I message my consent to Kyle. I have decided to play with just us four. I think five will be too overwhelming, and I really want to taste and have time with the woman. I am a novice at licking a pussy, and have never touched a clit but my own, but I can feel my mouth watering at the prospect.
Kyle lets me know that he is in town on Thursday, so we will all be meeting at his hotel on Thursday evening. Jackie and Rick will meet us in the bar.
When Thursday arrives, I dress carefully, skillfully apply my makeup. I don’t want to look like a whore, but do want to look sensuous. Red heels complete my outfit of short, tight black skirt and red blouse with a plunging neckline.
As 7 pm arrives, so do I. Continue reading “Playtime! (part 2)”
He could tell she was upset. Usually Mistress is right there, letting him know what he should be doing. When she says “Fucktoy”, she means it. He had 30 minutes to be ready or else.
But today, no message. He reached out, tentatively. He didn’t want to suffer her wrath, after all, since she had the power to punish as well as reward.
Her response could only be described as curt. What was going on? Mistress is in need, obviously. But for what? His ass belongs to her, and she knows it. He is at her beck and call every Sunday. Maybe it’s something else. Maybe Mistress needs to be served in a different way today.
“Mistress Peaches”, he types, “what do you need? I’m here for you.” He hits send, and anxiously waits. Will she be mad? What DOES she want?
“I need to be taken care of,” she replies.
Shit! I don’t know what that means. I mean, we’ve had vanilla sex before. But that was before. Now she’s my mistress, and I’m her toy. I need a minute to think about this. She’s been having a hard time with some stuff lately. Some losses, lots of negative in her life.
I have an idea!
“Come here, Mistress,” I reply. “I’ll take care of your needs.”
She arrives 30 minutes later. I lead her gently to the bathroom and undress her. Help her into the tub that is just the temperature she likes – very hot! I hand her a glass of wine and kneel beside the tub. I stroke her with a washcloth full of scented foam. No words are spoken, but she begins to quietly cry. I continue to stroke her arms, legs, stomach, back. Gentle always. She sips her wine, then lays back and closes her eyes, tears continuing.
I take this to mean more, so I abandon the washcloth and stroke further down her body. I rub her clit and hear her gasp. I move my hand further down until I reach her pussy. Warm water and bubbles combine with her own lubrication to allow me to bring her orgasm. I rub harder, just like she likes, and soon I feel her walls contract around my fingers. She sighs and opens her eyes.
I help her out of the tub, and dry her with the warm towel. I lead her to the bed, and get under the covers with her, warming her with my body. She turns to me and cries more, and my heart breaks for her. I hold her, rubbing her back, letting her cry it out, as I whisper to her. “I have you. It will be okay. I’m here. You are safe.” I hope I am doing the right thing, but she is silent. She doesn’t move away, though, so I think it is good. I kiss her forehead, then her face. She holds me harder, as her cries subside. I reach between her legs, and she parts them willingly for me. Her pussy is swollen and still wet, and my finger slips inside easily. I reach her g-spot and she arches her back as she comes.
“Now,” she says, and I roll her onto her back. Vanilla, it is. I cover her body with mine, providing comfort as well as stimulation. I enter her and she groans loudly, pushing her hips into me. I slow her down, wanting to make sure that she is completely satisfied. “Let me,” I say, as I disengage, and slide down her body to reach her breasts. I suck one then the other, and she writes beneath my touch. I move further south to her muff. I part her lips with my fingers and begin licking her. A few licks and she is squirting into my mouth! I slide back up and enter her again, filling her with my hard dick. I stare into her eyes as I move, conveying caring and support and love. I kiss her face as I move, and she is grabbing my shoulders. Harder!, she is saying. So I pound into harder, my cock throbbing now. A loud low grunt, UNNGGGHHH, and she creams on my cock, her pussy walls grabbing me hard. I let go, I had no choice. I prayed she would not be mad at me for cumming without permission.
As we settled down, I rubbed her some more, her arms, her back.
“Thank you,” she said, for the first time.
“Yes, Mistress. You are welcome,” I replied. A different part of the relationship, but very vital.
“3 months!” Thwack!
I watch as his ass turns redder. He groans loudly. “Yes, Mistress. I was wrong.”
“I know you were!”
Michael and I have been in a female-led relationship for a few months. It was only 2 weeks ago that we agreed that I, and only I, would determine when he came. IF he came. For 3 months. To help, I bought a cock cage for him to wear. Feeling the weight of the key around my neck every day gave me a little additional rush of enjoyment.
But now? He broke the rules and came without permission. He knows the consequences of this, beyond the ass correction. I will keep him caged for another month AND I will take his ass. His virginity is mine. He has always refused being pegged, and thought he would be able to abide by my rules pretty easily when I added this “extra” as a punishment for breaking the agreement. Continue reading “90 Days”
“Come here,” he says, seductive low voice on the phone. I want to resist. Tell myself to say no.
But I don’t. He knows this, knows me too well. He calls, and I answer. That’s how we are, how we work. “OK,” I say.
I arrive in short time, and he pulls me into his arms. He slides his hand down to my ass and pulls me into him. I feel the strength in his arms, feel his large hand as he grabs me by the back of the head and mashes his lips onto mine.
This is what I love about him – his possessiveness is all-encompassing. He does not stop, assaulting my mouth until my legs are weak and my pussy is throbbing.
It’s been too long since I last saw him. Work and other responsibilities keep us apart, but never for long.
Finally, he releases me, only to kiss my neck, lips suckling, and he growls “Mine” in my ear.
I gather myself together enough to respond, “Always” I say. He envelops me in his arms in a thick hug.
We pull apart and look into each other’s eyes. (Cue stupid romantic music here). These stolen moments, these frozen moments, they are my release.
He grabs my hand and pulls me along to the bedroom. Once there, he hugs me again, holds me close, rubs his strong hands up and down my back. I hold him tightly to myself, giving back just as much.
“I missed you, my love” he whispers. “Always,” I say again.
A deep kiss follows, souls fueled on one another. He breathes in suddenly as I grab his ass, massage it, pull him to me. I suddenly cannot be without this man, need him with me, in me.
Clothes fly, and the kisses become quicker, breaths faster. He lifts me onto the bed and plunges in quickly, filling me instantly. But then he stops, gazes down at me, and his eyes water. “What?” I ask.
“You’re just so much,” he says. I smile. “Always,” I say. He smiles back, and we continue our lovemaking.
Clink of glasses,
Garage door opener hums,
Car door click,
The warmth of the sun heats my shoulders in my little sundress. My aunt is showing me how to pick strawberries, how to choose the ripe ones. Barely ripe, that is. Their sweetness and tartness combine, as I bite, red juices flowing down my throat. Seeds are hard little nubs to my young self. Slightly crunchy. My lips are stained as I bite into the flesh. I hear the summer birds in the trees, as I move from plant to plant, pulling the larger red ones, leaving the green. The rough texture becomes familiar as move down the rows of plants. I choose another, tongue sliding into
his mouth. He refuses to let me go. One hand behind my head as he smashed his lips onto mine. Teeth clinking together, there is no escape. He consumes me, breathes into me, as I into him. His other hand up my skirt. Thick fingers dig into my pussy, reaching the spot, taking me quickly over the edge. I cum around his fingers, pulsing. Groans swallowed his mouth, hands entwined in my hair, my eyes closed in
the darkness. I awaken quickly, hum of the refrigerator in the next room. I reach out my hand, across the king size bed, finally finding his back, deep under the covers. I roll and slide over to him, his back, my front. Breasts smashed against him. Knees drawn up to match his. My arm drapes over his side, and he grabs my hand. Pulls it to his chest, as he sighs deeply, nestling back to sleep. I smell his shampoo as I too, drift, feeling
warm, slippery. The water cascades over my shoulders. I sing loudly to Pandora. I have on Adele, “Nevermind, I’ll find someone like yououuuuu!!” I belt out to no-one. Alone in the house, I enjoy being as loud and as bad as I can. The music changes to Christina Perry, “Heart beats fast, colors and promises, How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?” I put emotion into it, grabbing the back scrubber to use in my Grammy-worthy performance. Steam fills the air, the warm water drops my vast audience. My music assaults the walls of the bathroom, as if it had ears. “Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.” The flowery scent of body wash fills my
nostrils as I smell the flowers you brought. Roses, daisies, each beautiful in their own way. Delicate petals, soft, brilliant in hue. Smiling, I raise my eyes and kiss you in thanks. I rub my hands over your shoulders, down your arms. Pull you closer, deepen the kiss. My hands lift your shirt. Stopping to pull it off. You drag my shirt out of my jeans, sliding your hands down inside the back. Grip my thong with one finger and pull, making the thin fabric taut across my clit. Gasping, I hold your hips as your other hand wanders up my blouse, under my bra, to cup my breast. You tweak my nipple between your fingers as I dig my tongue into your mouth. I separate, pull back from your lips, your grasp. Reaching forward, I undo your pants, pull them and your underwear down below your knees. You step out, and I kneel. Taking your cock into my mouth, I inhale the scent of you, your manliness, testosterone. Thickness fills my mouth, my saliva mixing with your pre-cum. I gently massage your balls as I suck you. You use your hands to hold my head still, fucking my face as you near orgasm. Now it is your turn to groan. But I quickly stop you, that is not what I want, need, desire. Standing, I grab your hand and lead you to the bedroom.
I love going out with my girl. Whether we hit the gym, the pool hall, or a hoity-toity concert, she is who I want by my side. She is adventurous, and full of a playfulness that most couples can’t sustain after the first few months. She is always surprising me with new ideas, and I just hold on for the ride.
Take just the other day. We had attended one of the aforementioned hoity-toity concerts. Arriving a bit late, we had to park a little farther away than I like. Even in heels, she can strut her stuff. I prefer walking a bit behind her, so I can watch the swing of her ass. It was a nice long walk to the concert hall, and by the time we arrived, I was sporting a bit of swelling beneath the belt.
I can’t tell you much about the concert, because I was so distracted by the finger she was rubbing along my leg the whole time. Every time I glanced over, I got a great look at the beautiful swell of her breasts in her low-cut dress. I swear she does this to torment me since the deep V gives just enough for me to drool over.
Finally the conclusion of the concert and we could get out of there. Another long walk back to our car. Halfway there, she turns to me, smiles softly, says, “I’ve seem to have forgotten my panties tonight.”
What was a moderate swelling has now turned into a full-fledged erection, rock hard and ready to be touched.
She continues to walk, and I follow like the obedient puppy I am. I am anxious to reach home before I explode in my pants. I have fantasies of coming up behind her, lifting her dress, and fucking her right now, but a steady stream of cars and the busy road near us deter that one quickly.
Reaching the car, I open her door for her, and she slides her hand down my front from my chest to my groin. “Thanks, baby,” she purrs, the vixen. Buckled, I begin the relatively short drive home. In 30 minutes, we’ll hit the bed. But it seems that my girl has a different idea. Propping a leg on the dash, she lets her dress slide, and a fabulous leg showing. Then she does the one thing she knows will excite me the most. She takes one beautifully manicured hand and dips it below the dress. I watch from the corner of my eye as she begins to play with herself. I can’t stop myself, I have to touch her! I reach over and trail my hand up to her muff. She is dripping wet! I push her hand aside and dip my finger into her pussy. Her low groans tell me she is close to coming. I split my focus between the road and this lovely vision of hotness by my side. A second finger, a few more dips into the honeyhole, and she begins to buck her hips. I look over and her eyes are closed in concentration, her moans fill the air. Her pussy grabs my fingers in a death grip as orgasm waves flow through her. I look to see if anyone in a car near us can see, and a man in the car next to us is staring at her.
“I want you now,” she says, and I feel the same. I steer to a dark parking lot, and pray that the patrols in this area are few and far between. Scrambling to the back seat, I quickly lower my pants to let my erection free. She leans over and takes my length into her mouth. She works it hard, up and down, practically swallowing my cock fully. She climbs on my lap and my dick slides into her cunt without a moment’s hesitation. I grab her ass, her gorgeous round ass, and move her back and forth on my lap. She pulls down the V of her dress, revealing her nipples. Grabbing a nipple in each hand, she pulls and twists them hard. She holds one up and I lean in and take it in my teeth. Her hips are moving faster, and she gasps loudly. Sucking harder, I pull her ass cheeks apart and together, over and over, finding the rhythm. Her tone increases, I hit the point of no return, and I feel the familiar swelling at the base of my cock. Before I could come, I feel her tightening hard against my dick, sucking me in and grabbing it. She squirts all over the both of us as I hold her, my cock buried as deep as it could go, and spew my cum into her.
After a moment, she looks up and kisses me. “We should probably get home,” she says.
I agree. Much more adventure awaits us there.