“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…
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)”
“hello. would you want to play with another couple? you me and a couple?” read the message.
“Hmm,” I replied. “Never done that before. It sounds interesting.”
“would you be interested then? interested in female to female or just swap males? ” he responds.
“well I’ve never done female to female before but am interested to try” is my answer.
Originally, I had met Kyle through an ad for a massage. Massage, yeah, right. We both knew what that meant. He was offering massages for both men and women, and I have been on the lookout for a third for my boyfriend Jon and me. Kyle described himself as older but good looking, and he certainly was. Quite handsome, as a matter of fact. Since he was from out of town, there was also little chance that we would cross paths in our big little town. Kyle is also quite bi. I had a fabulous scenario of having him fuck my boyfriend in the ass next time he was in town. I would direct the action, and enjoy the results. But it looks like a different scenario might play out.
The only question is, do I ask for Jon to play as well, or just enjoy myself for a night out? We have an open relationship, so it’s not a problem.
Either way, I win! 🙂
She had done so much for me… how could I possibly deny her the one fantasy she had dreamed about for years? A fantasy that she only recently shared with me.
I can even remember the night she opened up. It was after a particularly hard session… the kind of session where her body was intricately marked from the back of her shoulders to her ankles. A session she begged for at the start, but midway through had a brief moment of regret. That is until the delicious stroke of Daddy’s crop against her skin. That leather taunting her body that instantly sent her through what little pain she might have been feeling to that deep place of true bliss. That point where every stroke after sent a streak through her body causing it to race with excitement and her pussy gush like a geyser at a national park.
That night, after that intense session, as she laid in bed in Daddy’s arms feeling safe, vulnerable, exposed, yet protected in every way, my sub raised her head and sheepishly shared her fantasy. The fact that she choose that moment to open up, made me so proud and honored. And while I had not thought about partaking in her fantasy before, because she took a chance to share, it was done. I knew I would help her live out this fantasy… Only she never knew when it would happen!
It was the end of June, the end of the week, the end of her day. I was picking her up from work because her car was in the shop.
As I drove up to the front of her office there she was… A vision! Short, but tasteful skirt and sleeveless blouse. Her glasses glistening from the sunlight as she slipped into the passenger seat. I leaned over to give her a little kiss and whispered, “Show me.” Immediately she knew how to respond. Slowly sliding her skirt up so I could see she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath, just her unshaven, hairy pussy patch. She’s not allowed to ever shave down there. It’s my way of “collaring” her in a way. When she does wear panties… thongs mostly, the occasional boy short or bikini, that hair creeps around the sides. That feeling of her hair in whatever she’s wearing, reminds her she is owned by Daddy.
With a smile, I handed her a water, told her to drink up and drove away.
Now the drive to my home was not that far, but we took a little detour to Target on the way there. As we parked, I told her to finish her water bottle so she could throw it away in the store. I added, “We need to pick up a little something-something.”
Together we headed straight for the lingerie section. I told her to pick out three examples of boy shorts that she thought Daddy would like to see her in.
Like the eager girl she is, she pulled three very tasteful and normally pretty sexy lace examples, but that’s not what I wanted. I took her to the section where there were three pretty basic white, blue, and yellow boy shorts. I could see a little confusion on her face when I made my selection and then told her to find them all in two sizes smaller!
We left after I made our purchase and in the car I handed her another bottle of water and told her to drink some more.
Before she had a chance to finish anything we had arrived at home and as customary, she quickly disrobed, got her collar and kneeled on the floor in front of the bed waiting for me to put it on. She is always so pretty when she’s waiting. As I placed her collar on I leaned in and said, “There is a bottle of champagne in the kitchen. Open it and bring us two glasses.
My little sub quickly jumped up and returned with the bottle and glasses. I poured and we laid in bed talking as I lightly stroked her body, helping her come down from the day.
Finally as the bottle was nearing the end, she asked me is she could excuse herself and go to the restroom. I said, “No!” A mixture of shock and excitement took over her face.
As we finished the bottle I sent her back to the kitchen for a couple of large glasses of water and upon her returned told her to drink all of hers right away… To swallow like she swallows my delicious cum… She followed the directions perfectly!
As soon as she finished her glass she asked again if she could go pee and I said no! Only this time I could see it was becoming harder and harder for her to hold it.
That’s when I left the bed and pulled out the white boy shorts we had bought.
“Put them on!”
Slightly tipsy, she struggled to get them pulled up, but untimely she did. They were extremely tight, barely covering her amazing ass and presenting a pronounced camel-toe.
“Finish my water,” I ordered in a stern voice and then stood behind her, my erect cock touching her body from behind.
Once she finished I continued to tease her with my cock and kisses on her neck. Each kiss… Each brush with my cock made her gasp for air. But before long the need to “go” took over and with little tears in the corner of her eyes she begged one more time to be excused. This time instead of ONLY saying no, I led her to the bathroom.
There I stripped and ordered her to step into the shower. There I told her to rub her clit from the outside of her boy shorts.
As she did, I sat on the edge of the tub watching her go from pleasure to pain as she fought to hold it in.
I stood up next to her and put my hand on top of the one that was rubbing her clit and in her ear said, “When you get close to cumming you may dribble a little and wet your panties.”
“Yes Daddy,” she eagerly responded. “But DON’T pee too much, just a little and don’t cum!”
Well it took less than 20 seconds and my little one was dripping through her boy shorts and at the same time I could see she was close to cumming… Dangerously so, so I ordered her to stop and placed her hands at her side.
I however did not stop… I continued to play with her wet pussy from the outside of her boy shorts.
She started to squirm… She couldn’t hold out much longer and I could tell! That’s when I dropped between her legs and first teased her licking her pussy from outside of her boy shorts. She moaned in a way I had not heard before.
Then I looked up and told her to slide he shorts to the side so I could really suck her pussy!
She pulled them away and I locked my mouth onto her wet, matted pussy and started to suck on her clit which was now so large, the sign she would cum at any moment.
That’s when I looked up and said, “My gift to you! When you need to cum and go… you may!”
And with that her body started to quiver and shake… Her orgasm had arrived and so to her golden juice! At first, little squirts, but as I grabbed onto her ass to hold on and get my mouth closer, she started power squirting! A warm, strong stream that I drank all of! Her body bucking and humping my mouth like I had never seen before! Tears raced down her face as she came to the end of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had!
She could barely stand as I washed her up and led her to the bed, laying her down. I cleaned up and then returned to the bed and held her for what must have been 20 minutes before she finally had the energy to whisper to me, “Thank you Daddy…. Thank you for making my dream come true.”
(This post was written by a friend who chooses to remain anonymous)
Cam paced nervously back and forth. This was a first for both of them. They were finally going to have a threesome. This was it. No turning back. Going to do it. He kept up the self-talk. Nervous as hell, he thought. Why am I so fucking nervous?
Danna was already wet. This threesome was long-anticipated for her. But she knew that it was not a traditional threesome. Their third person was male, and bisexual. She was going to have sex with both men, and they were going to also have sex with each other. The very thought made her swell. She dressed carefully, taking her time, making sure the details were exact. Her legs were shaved, smooth, new panties, pushup bra. Over it all, a lovely sexy red gown. Ripe red lips, a touch of perfume. She was ready.
She joined Cam on the couch. He had missed a spot when he shaved, she could see. A casual shirt, khakis, slip on shoes.
She placed her hand on Cam’s knee. “Calm,” she said. “You will be fine.” She smiled slightly, and he relaxed. She poured them both a glass of champagne. “To new adventures,” he said, and they clinked glasses. A third glass waited for the arrival.
A firm knock on the door startled them both. Cam rose to answer the door, a firm black man, tall, strong. He opened to see their pick, an older white man, same height as Cam, but less bulk. “Welcome,” Cam took his hand. “Come in, please. You must be Scott.”
“Nice to meet you,” replied Scott. He was a bit nervous, but found both of these people attractive, and knew their evening was going to be great fun for all of them. Danna was so sexy in her red, with her porcelain skin a nice contrast. He wondered how Cam was going to respond tonight. According to Danna, he had never touched a man sexually. But he was willing to play tonight. That’s what mattered.
The three shared another glass of champagne, Scott sitting on the couch between them. It felt comfortable, which surprised all of them. No awkward pauses, there were so many shared interests.
Danna was ready. She could not wait another moment. She placed her hand on Scott’s knee. Trailed her fingers up and down. She could easily see his bulge beginning to grow. VERY nice, she thought. Cam watched her with amusement, she was enjoying herself. He watched as she turned Scott’s face to hers, and kissed him deeply, her tongue darting in and out. She stopped and turned to Cam, your turn. “Um,” he replied.
“Put your hand on his knee,” she ordered. She loved being in charge, and knew Cam needed a little incentive to get going. “Now!”
Cam complied. “Yes, mistress,” he muttered. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go through with this. Danna took his hand, rubbing up and down Scott’s leg. “Feel how nice and strong this is,” she said. “Now higher.” Cam moved his hand higher on Scott’s leg.
Scott watched, smiling, as the tug of war commenced. He was willing to do whatever the couple wanted, as they wanted it. He was hoping for certain things, but would take what he could get. No hurry. He knew that Cam was inexperienced, so he would wait.
Danna reached over to unbuckle and unzip Scott’s pants. “Oooh, that’s beautiful,” she told him. “Your cock is nice.” She began to stroke his hardness. “Your turn,” she told Cam. Cam tentatively touched the tip of his penis. It felt like his own. He was aware of his own cock growing. He wondered how it would feel in his mouth.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” purred Danna.
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I slide my finger over your balls and feel you shudder ever so slightly. You know that I am able to give you immense pleasure, as well as immense pain, and you wonder which it will be this time. As I grab the lube from the bedside table, I order you not to move. Applying a more than generous amount to your crack, I watch as it drips from your ass cheeks to your sac, then puddle on the sheet, glistening in the candlelight.
I step to the side, quickly put on the gear, and the power. You lay still, always following my strictness.
Ever so gently, I begin again to knead your glutes. You sigh, and I know you have begun to surrender to me. You cannot turn back, even if you wanted to. I firmly press my knuckles down the middle, then flatten my hand on the way back up. I edge closer to the space, that luscious space, between the two. Quickly I dip a thumb down, not quite touching the o-ring, but inching.You tighten again. “Relax,” remind you. “I will take care of you. You can trust me.” You sigh again, and relax under the pressure of my fingertips. Implicit permission given, I boldly slip a hand between your cheeks, sliding them up and down, stopping at your nether hole, to quickly dip my index finger into your anus. Then moving on to relax more, sliding up and down, repeating until I sense you giving into me. I insert my whole finger into you, and feel your muscles grip and release, grip and release. Your balls tighten as you become aroused.
I finger your prostrate, and you cannot keep still. You thrust and move your hips to the timing of the plunges. It is time.
“Turn over!” I command, and you do so more quickly than I could have imagined. I laugh inwardly at both your obvious excitement and your eagerness. Lubing up once again, I grab your cock in one hand, and slide the lube in and out of your ass with the other. Finally I add grease to my lady-cock. “Pull up your legs,” and you do it. I position my lady-cock at the entrance of your back end. I slowly enter you, then pull back out quickly. You gasp loudly, but never say the safe word. “No” is all it would take to stop all this. I would end immediately. But it’s clear that you intend to continue, to let me take you, take care of you.
I push my cream-colored dildo back into you, a little deeper, your cock twitches in response. I take it slowly, just for you. I watch and admire the gorgeous contrast, your ebony cheeks open to my beigeness. Grabbing your cock in my hand, I give you a few solid pumps, the lube helping me slide your manhood through my fingers. We begin a rhythm, and you grunt a bit at every thrust. “Oh, baby, you feel like heaven,” I murmur. I want to go further, to join you completely. I grab your knees, and hug them to my breasts as I pump into you. I watch your face, see the beauty as you finally totally succumb. “I love you,” you whisper. “I know,” I whisper back.
Separating your legs, I lean forward, and reach under and grab your cock. Your dick is trapped between my breasts, my hand, and your own belly. You are rock-hard. It will be soon. Increasing the speed, I, too, begin to grunt. My breasts are being tortured by the movement. My clit is huge, engorged. Each thrust has also heightened my arousal. I am ready to burst. I cannot hold back, and I press into you again and again, and I cum loudly. This gives you permission to cum as well, and you raise your head and shoulders up. Shouting, you shoot your load all over my breasts and your own stomach.
I reach up and remove your blindfold. This is the signal. We are now even again. You take my face in your hands, and kiss me gently. Place your head on my shoulder and sigh. We are still joined, and we take a moment to be still. I rub your shoulders, arms, neck. You hold onto me.
Finally, I scoot back, my lady-cock still erect, but no longer useful. I rise, and you lay back, spent. I remove the harness, then join you on the bed. The intimacy continues.
I reach over to my bag, my own personal bag of tricks, you always joke. Pull out a blindfold. I don’t want you to see, only to feel, to experience. There’s a hesitancy in your eyes. “I told you, I own you,” I purr, as I slide the blindfold over your head, pushing firmly to make sure you cannot see. It is an old trick, but effective on you. You are beautiful, the blackness of the mask disappearing into your blackness.
Again to the bag of tricks, I choose a Wartenberg wheel. It is a particular favorite of mine. A way to tease, and assert. I slide my hand down your arm, then follow it with the wheel. “Don’t move!” I command. You twitch, and groan, then gasp as I move the wheel across your stomach. Tiny pinpricks, and you can feel each one. Your penis is no longer hard. Fear has taken care of that. But I don’t worry, you will soon find pleasure again. Maybe.
You lay as still as you can, afraid that the next move will be full of pain. I glide the wheel over and around your body, focusing on your larger muscles, arms, legs, chest. You whimper as I press a bit harder, seeking a reaction. Finally, I am finished with this.
“Time to turn over,” I sing. You have said not a word. I know what you want, and I know what I want. There is no need for additional conversation. You have told me all, just as you know my desires as well.
I stroke your back, wanting you to relax. This time is always peaceful, although I can tell by the way your hold your muscles that you cannot fully release your tension. Still, I try. Caress your strong shoulders that hold so much burden, pain, stress. I knead and whisper loving affirmations, a verbal caress. “You are loved. You do not need to hold onto the pain. You are safe.” I glide my fingers under your shoulder blades, applying the pressure you need. Push up along your spine, releasing, tensing, releasing again.
My hands flow towards your mahogany butt cheeks. So many attachments there, so much sensitivity. I slither along the outside, and you grip your cheeks together. I use two hands to massage one side, then the other, releasing the burdens. I continue on to your leg muscles. Has anyone ever touched your here? You groan quietly as I work on the kinks. Firm hand, deep strokes.
My fingers trail up your leg, and back to your manhood.
The phone lights, that tone plays and I am wet. I know what you desire, want, NEED.
I peek, and see that I am right. You have summoned me to you, to do your bidding. You proclaim your love of us, of our coupling. And I have no choice but to answer. You tease me with pictures, texts, comments. Have me wanting you until I drip, and I swell.
I fly to you, and you take me in. You are dark and lovely, a chocolate to my vanilla. Kiss my neck, and where your lips touch, I burn. I give back to you, desperately grabbing at you, your clothes, your hair. I cannot get enough of your mouth, lips, arms. I want to devour you whole, take you into my soul where we can reside as one. All we need is right here, right now. Nothing else, no-one else. We have invented passion.
I lead you to your bedroom, although you know the way. But this is part of our ritual. You know that I desire this, want you, NEED you as well. Taking you there allows you to fool yourself that I seduced you, that you have no choice.
I push you on the bed, straddle you, feel you harden against your jeans. Lean over, kiss your lips hard, thrust my tongue into your mouth, and move to bite your bottom lip. I want to mark you, to show the world you are mine. But I control myself. No marks allowed. I barely contain myself, lick instead. Slow down.
As I sit back, I run my hand over your torso, past your nipples, down your stomach. I watch as your muscles jump, your hips rising barely. I know I am teasing you, but we are dancing. You have to be seduced, to want it as much as I do. “You are mine,” I tell you. “I will have you.” More seduction. I take your hands and place them on my ass, as I lean forward again. You know what to do, and grab them with both hands, pushing and and pulling them apart, massaging me but I feel it in my nether lips. You make circles, then push them down onto your dick. Trying to up your stimulation through your clothes. You growl low, as your frustration grows a bit. But I am becoming ever more aroused, can feel my pussy straining against my panties. I rock on your jeans, giving myself pleasure, my clit beginning to become more prominent.
I slide to one side, and lean over you, unbuttoning, unzipping, you lift you hips to slide off the hated pants. I brush my fingers over your cock, make sure you know that I know you are ready for whatever I give. I slide my hands down your legs, up them, past your waiting member, again to your stomach. This time, I can see your cock twitch as I touch you. I love teasing you like this, owning your reactions, making you pant, wait, hold yourself still in anticipation of another touch. We are not at that point yet. There is still so much to do first.