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How (and Why) To Go Down On Your Submissive

An anonymous reader recently asked me for tips on performing cunnilingus. In my eagerness to respond, my oversized thumbs fumbled across my delicate iPhone keyboard, and I deleted the message. To atone for my clumsiness, I’m writing this post.

I assume the reader was a fellow Dom, so I’m writing from that perspective. I also assume the Dom is a man, but allow me to disclaim: I love the gays, the breeders, the bisexuals, the transexuals, the transgenders, and all forms of lovers, as long as they’re consenting adults. However, for the purposes of this article, I’m going to simplify by using male Dom/female sub. If that’s not you, feel free to translate.

First of all, there is an abhorrent misconception circulating in our community that a Dom should not go down on his sub because it somehow diminishes his power. This is flat fucking ridiculous. A submissive’s pussy is a control panel hard-wired directly into her central nervous system; if you don’t use it, you’re an idiot. Then again, I’m heavily biased. girl’s pussy is like an exotic fruit, and I can’t get enough. Sometimes I forget who I am when I’m down there. It’s like the bermuda triangle – one day I may go down and never come back. But I digress.

For the sake of Doms out there that may need a little guidance in the oral sex department, and as a service to all the subs that aren’t being properly owned and controlled, I’m going to issue some general principles on cunnilingus, D/s style.

1. Don’t go stampeding toward the clitoris!

Make out with her for a while. A long while. When she starts getting all squirmy, that’s when shethinks she’s ready. She’s not. Just because she wants something doesn’t mean it’s time yet. She’s eager. She wants pleasure. You’re going to make her wait. So, when she starts to squirm, modify the make out. Alter your kissing so it’s a tease of what’s to come. One long, slow lick, and a few gentle short ones. Imagine that little apple at the point of her lips is her clitoris. When she finally gets the analogy, she’ll get REALLY squirmy.

2. Use your hands (and your words)

Start touching her. Neck, collarbone, breasts, nipples. Apply appropriate pressure. If you pinch, do so lightly. Go out of order. Keep her guessing. You’ll know you’re doing it right when she gets goosebumps. Make your way south at about a quarter the speed that feels natural; for girls, foreplay is about anticipation. Anticipation=precipitation. Start whispering. Tell her what’s about to happen. One of my favorites:

“I’m very, very thirsty. So I’m going to wait until you’re very, very wet, and then I’m going to take what’s mine.”

or, the classic:

“I’m going to lick your pussy right now.”

Now, reach down and gently stroke outside her panties. If you feel moisture, you’re doing it right. If you’re not, continue a combination of steps one and two – and take it slow.

3. Make her ask for it

Most of the time during D/s sex, you just need to take action, to use your girl the way you want. Part of the thrill of submission for some girls is that they don’t have to take responsibility for the fulfillment of their fantasies – the big mean Dom is “forcing” them into it, so how can they be ashamed? So, if your girl is shy about receiving oral sex, feel free to skip this part. But probably, she’s not.

Don’t just go down on her as a gift – she’s your property. Make her ask for it. Make her beg for it, really. Oral sex should be the ultimate pleasure for your submissive – but it’s not all about reward for her. You’re going to get something for giving her that pleasure -more control. More submission.

Oral sex is a perfect opportunity for you to powerfully reinforce your Dominance. You know the old story about Pavlov’s dogs? Each day, Pavlov would ring a bell and then feed his dogs. Eventually, all he would have to do is ring the bell, and the dogs would salivate. The point here is that the dog’s bodies betrayed them – they began to associate the bell directly with the involuntary behavior of salivating, even when no food was present.

In the case of submissives and oral sex, the desired behavior is begging, and the “bell” is you prompting her to beg. In our example, oral sex is the food she craves. So, by telling your sub to beg, and then having her beg, and then producing mind-blowing orgasms, you’re training your sub to associate begging and obeying with amazing, orgasmic pleasure – even when that pleasure isn’t present! You heard me. After a while, the act of begging itself will light her up as though she’s just had (or is about to have) an amazing orgasm. This, my fellow Doms, is the very essence of control – when you can short circuit your submissive’s conscious thought and force her body to respond to your commands. This is the loophole in the mutual consent crucial to any D/s relationship. Sure, your submissive has given her consent for you to do these things to her – but she has no defense once you’ve possessed her mind in this way. This isn’t crazy Svengali make-believe either – it’s classical conditioning, and it’s a staple of behavioral psychology.

So. Make her beg. I suggest asking questions like these, once her panties are soaking and she’s getting very squirmy.

“What do you want, girl?” Make her say it.

“You want me to lick that tight little pussy, don’t you?” Make her beg for it.

“Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me who owns that pussy. Tell me who you belong to.*”

“Tell me who owns this girl.”

Generally speaking, if your girl is capable of answering using entire words, she’s not ready yet. Wait until her responses consist mostly of little squeaks and moans. 

4. Get down to it

Part of what you’re expecting from this article are tips on the actual mechanics of performing oral sex – and I’ll offer some. Please be warned, however, that there are very few “magic tips.” Every girl is different – literally. The structure of a girl’s vagina, the thickness of her clitoral hood, the exact location of her g-spot – all of these crucial elements vary from individual to individual. You’re going to have to go on an exploratory mission. So.

Explore with your tongue. Soft, slow licks. Don’t spend too much time (if any) on the outside of the labia majora. One or two strokes with the tongue are plenty. Once you’ve introduced yourself, put the tip of your tongue at the very back of her pussy, near the perineum. Now run it all the way up – applying moderate pressure – until you reach the top: this is where you’ll encounter the clitoris. Hello there. Use this first pass to evaluate how aroused she is. If she’s already very hot, her clit will be engorged and exposed. If she gives a shudder/twitch/yelp when you hit the top of her pussy – that’s a sign she’s very aroused. If not, don’t despair; repeat the introductory stroke from perineum to clit.

Use your hands. Both of them. Again – it varies girl to girl. At this point, I like to reach up and pinch a nipple or two. Maybe a little harder than before, until I get a squeal. I want to cause a little pain; I’m not a sadist, but I need girl to know that I’m in control and that she doesn’t know what I’m going to do. This needs to be a little dangerous for her.

Once her clitoris is engorged and exposed, I start working on it. Sensitivity varies WILDLY from individual to individual. Some girls can barely stand any attention on their clitoris – in which case you’re going to focus on teasing the areaaround with the tip of your tongue. On the other extreme, if your girl has an ex named Hitachi, you’ll need to apply a lot of pressure. I recommend two techniques at this stage:

The first one I call the circle. Form your tongue into a rigid member and circle the clitoris twice, then bisect it once. Like you’re circling the clock twice, then drawing a line from six to twelve. Vary the angle. Six to twelve, Three to nine, etc. Vary the pressure and duration based on her body’s response. If she pushes her pelvis into your face, apply more pressure. If she backs off or tries to get out of the way, ease up.

The second technique I’ll highlight here is the draw. Perform this by sticking your tongue all the way out. Make contact with the clitoris as far back as you can on your tongue, then draw it upward along the clit until you reach the tip of your tongue. End the move with a strong stroke of pressure from the tip of your tongue. Don’t use this too much – two, maybe three times a session. Leave her wanting more.

Vary these techniques according to how your girl responds. Listen to her moans. Repeat what she likes. Focus on the areas where you get the most response. Then, when she’s really, really wet, it’s time to:

5. Use your fingers

Insert one finger first – I prefer the middle because mine is longer than my other fingers. If you experience dryness or friction, one of two things is happening. Either a.) she’s not aroused enough or b.) she just runs dry – in this case you will want to use a lubricant. (NOT VASELINE EVER) Be careful and talk to your partner. Some girls are allergic to glycerin, others to water-based lubes. Talk to her.

If she is wet, your finger should go in fairly easily. Ease it in anyway. Tease. She wants your finger in her, trust me.

Did I tell you to stop with the tongue? Focus here. Multi-task. You’re still doing draw (minus the finishing move) and circle – although, I’ll be honest, at this point in the game, I’m already on autopilot, so I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing up in clit-land. A girl once asked me later if I was tracing the alphabet. Really? The greek alphabet maybe. In cursive.

So tongue is still working and now your finger is too. Once you’ve got middle in there, start to bend your finger into the “come here” beckoning gesture. The tip of your finger is going to brush up against the spongey tissue just inside the vagina. If you drew a line from her navel to her clit, you’re now rubbing the part about an inch above her clit. YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE G-SPOT, gentlemen. Again, there is no standard equipment here. On some girls it’s literally right inside the vagina; on others it’s farther up inside, maybe half way to her navel. You’re going to have to explore (gently) and locate by moans and squirms and grunts. Once you find it, stroke it. Put upward pressure on it. Keep circling and drawing. Insert another finger; now you’re beckoning with both.

She should be responding very actively at this point; you want to get her riding on the edge. For my girl, that means constant pressure on her g-spot with two fingers and drawing very rapidly along her clit, up and down, increasing in speed.

About this time, girl usually starts asking if she can cum, so this is when I like to:

6. Change the rules

Gentlemen, if you don’t have orgasm control over your sub, I strongly suggest you correct that situation. I won’t reiterate my views on the subject in detail here; let’s just say I’m a believer. And, if you’re interested in such control, now is the perfect opportunity to take it.

When a sub is in this state of arousal, she’s very suggestible. I don’t recommend negotiating important terms of your D/s relationship at this point (orgasm control being one exception), but I DO recommend you make little changes. For example; years ago when we first got together, I established a protocol with girl around orgasm control. When she felt herself reaching climax, she would say,

“Does Master want this girl to cum?”

Almost invariably, I would say yes (I really can’t resist girl when she asks nicely) and fireworks would ensue. This worked GREAT for about six years. Recently, I COMPLETELY STOLE the idea of an orgasm mantra from a friend of mine (there’s her anonymous shout-out). I introduced it in the heat of the moment. In other words:

“Does Master want this girl to cum?”

“Not yet.”

[moan of frustration and disappointment.]

“Does girl want to cum?”

“Yes, Master, please let this girl cum.”

“I have a new rule for you.”

“Yes, Master. Please tell this girl the rule.”

“From now on, when I give you permission to cum, you will recite a mantra until you’re finished cumming. Would you like to know what the mantra is?”

“Yes, please, Master. Please tell this girl.”

“This girl belongs to Master. She is his possession. Say it.”

MOAN of arousal.

“Please, Master, may this girl cum?”

“You may.”

At this point, my technique consists of three things: consistent, high-pressure strokes on the g-spot, high-pressure, fast-pace drawing on the clitoris with my tongue, and humming. Yes, you heard me. I’m humming nice and low, to create a low-frequency vibration. I’ll call this the “Hitachi.” So I’m stroking, drawing, and executing a low-frequency Hitachi. Meanwhile girl is desperately trying to remember, let alone articulate, her mantra. And I feel like the king of the world.

[Advanced sidebar: At this point, I like to reach up and partially restrict girl’s air flow with my free hand right as she’s cumming – but this is DANGEROUS and I do not recommend it for beginners, or even for experts if you’re a new relationship. Breath play is not casual and it is not something you “dabble” in.]

“This girl belongs to… possession… I’mnacum…. Master… this girl… possess…”

Cue the fireworks.

7. Make the ending happy.

I like to keep going until girl gives me two dramatic hip thrusts – that signals she’s had all the sensation she can take. Your girl’s cue will likely be different - you’ll just have to learn it. I like to take girl just past the edge and keep her there for a while. Then, usually, I’ll slide up until my lips are on her ear. I’ll do some basic reinforcement.

“You belong to me, girl, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Ma-” I usually interrupt her response with a slap right on her pussy to 1.) Let her know I’ll decide when she’s had enough sensation and 2.) To remind her that her responses are less important than my control. Of course, if she doesn’t finish the response, I’ll usually say,

“Did I tell you to stop speaking?”

“No Ma-” Thwap. One more slap. The idea here again is confusion and reinforcement. Keep changing the rules. She needs to obey the rules, yes, but really, the rules are whatever you say they are, and she needs to constantly be anticipating your needs.

Once she settles down and the fervor of orgasm is over, I like to do one last round of reinforcement. She’s calm now, out of the throes of ecstasy, and her rational mind is returning. It’s a good time to say things like:

“You’re a very good girl when you cum for your Master.”

and

“You’re hot when you do what you’re told.”

or

“I love owning this pussy. You are a very special girl.”

It is natural, correct, and deeply satisfying to have direct control over your submissive’s body. Gentlemen, go forth and get more control over your sub.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.

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*WHOM. I know, grammar nazis. I’ve tried using whom, but it’s like Charles Dickens bursts into the room naked, holding a quill, and then I go flaccid. So stick to who.

Original posting http://domwithpen.tumblr.com/post/34689027566/how-and-why-to-go-down-on-your-submissive

A little story for a friend.

So lets see. I got off the computer with you and stripped down and went to bed. Laying in bed naked, I started to think about what I could masturbate too. You gave me so much range to work with. So I started off with what I have used in the past. What aroused me when I was actually with you. The idea of your hand in my hair pulling me back. Then you touching and playing with my nipples. Twisting and pinching a little. This got me wet. When I was in the car with you what made me gasp most of all. And this shocked me was the calm thumb just covering my lips. Even now when I write this my pussy clenches in response. Its odd to me because this little act is so non-sexual. But it had my heart pounding and my breath caught in my throat. When I was home, in my bed. I touched my lips and it made me shiver. I slide my hands down my body and started to play with my clit. I was shocked at how wet I was. I brought my fingers up to look at how wet and sticky I was. Not quite dripping but close. I ground against my hand and then moved back and forth on my clit at I thought about me and you sitting in the car. You moving and touching my pussy. Playing with me. Teasing me and moving me to moan and whimper. You moving to play with my breasts, exposing me. Making me blush. Then you gave me that toy (butterfly) we had spoke up. You told me I had to put it on. I struggled with the idea, but wanting to please and aroused at the idea of it. I slide it on. And just as I do. We pull up to the restaurant. I am careful and lady as I get out of the car but my mind is on my cunt. All I can think about is that exposing toy as I sit carefully. I worry as I walk that I will expose myself dripping down my leg. That I must be good. I smile and chat at dinner, always distracted but that throbbing need in my pussy. While chatting up the waitress you turn it on and I panic. Trying to fight off movement, while turned on by the act. I fall silent and look and you are just smiling. You move the toy on and off all through dinner. Till at one moment I lose composure for a mere moment and whimper. And to me it sounds like a yell. I am sure that everyone heard and knows. Knows what a dirty little slut I am. I blush and you just smile. Outside later you make me take off the toy and underwear showing you how wet I am. I am shocked and worried I left a puddle behind at my seat. You tell me calmly that I need to be spanked for exposing my self like I did. We pull over and you push be over the edge of the car. You start spanking me. Nothing hard at first. Just you enjoying my ass, my body exposed for you. You are telling me naughty things that I am. Then you probe at my pussy. And one hand in my hair holding me down to the car you finger fuck me. I orgasm, there at your hand. Begging.

Why I love quickies

I got the day off for sort of for a sad reason. One my co-workers had a death and the family so I am covering her shift on Saturday and thus unexpectedly got the day off. Which meant I slept in and did little to further my life goals. I DID though start reading Carrie's Story.

Which is both at that level of extreme Bdsm that I get all hot and heavy but also throws me off a little. Making me question my wants in life. Would I want to be a slave for someone? I don't know. I am pretty sure No. And its only when I read erotica like this that I think it may be awesome to give in to that a bit. Anyway that is not what this post is about.

It is about why hot rushed quickies are so made of awesome. So I was reading as I said, therefore I was very horny. Now it is of some note to say that I have masturbated like crazy lately. In the last three days like 8 times. But that aside I wanted to be touched. So... I texted my friend. I was very embarrassed about this its not often that I actually just do a booty call. I told him that I want a quickie. He, the amazing guy that he is, said yes! I backtracked trying to explain that I don't want him to think I am just using him for sex and he said something along the lines thats its ok to be used for sex sometimes. Something I whole heartedly agree with.

Sir snippett.

Do you ever notice its the little things your remember? The things that make a future masturbation session memory are small. Not the over reaching what was done or when or how. But the little things that just sort of shot though you with the hotness of it.

I was thinking about this one time when I played with Sir. He had a wonderful habit of spanking me with his belt. He also had a very particular way of wanting me to lay ass in the air, hands spread out just so. Sometimes he liked me to reach back and spread myself open for him. Mostly I think for watching me do it. For me submitting to it. And strangely I liked the ritual of it. I needed him to talk me. I always need that with Ds. LOTS of talking. But this once he has me lay on the floor waiting for him. Unable to see what he was doing I knew he was getting undressed and even in that I grew wet. Then he wrapped his belt around my neck, using that to pull me up. I remember gasping and whimpering all at once. Unsure what the proper response was, unsure of my own thoughts on it. My mind warring with the safety of the act and the hotness of it. He used that to pull me what must of only been 3 feet at most of my hands and knees. At the edge of the bed I moved to sit up thinking that was what he wanted. It was not. He spanked me hard and pushed me back down. Even now I feel my pussy react to the thought of that.

I have used that moment many times hand on my clit, eyes closed. I hope I never forget those little things.

A scene I want to play.

Found an old email from my dear old Dom.

Speaking of being good, I want to tell you that this morning on the train ride in to work, I was daydreaming about licking your pussy. In my mind, you were standing with your back against the cold wall of my bedroom, your arms lifted over your head, wrists bound and attached to some sort of strong hook in the wall up there. You were able to stand on tiptoe, but otherwise you were pretty helpless when I groped, stroked, licked, and bit your tender body from head to toe, before settling there between your legs. It would be so fun to tease you with my tongue and fingers that way, knowing that in your position you couldn't really bear down with any pressure. The intensity would be utterly under my control, as my tongue slurped and slid and snaked, as my fingers prodded and penetrated and twisted. In my imagination, you were sometimes lifting your legs up off the ground to try and give me deeper access, and I responded by driving a pair of fingers into that now-dripping cunt, curling them toward your gspot, and grinding the flat of my tongue hard against your clit. I'd love to slip another finger into your tight ass too, and growl into you, vibrating my tongue over that needy pulsating clit until you cum, panting and moaning.

I have not always liked the idea of having someone go down on me. I was worried about how I may taste. Despite that I have tasted myself many times. I was really worried for a long time about how I looked. I don't have that porn star looking vulva. I have longer inner labia. Which I love now but really was worried for a long time. But its little things like this email and the wonderful men I have had sex with that make me feel so pretty down there.

A little bit of Office Smut.

I want you to see yourself looking over the tops of the heads while they do their busy work walking back and forth outside your door. You are sitting at your desk tapping for fingers, watching the clock and then your screen working on some rather boring papers.When you look over and see a flash of brown hair from the window; thinking nothing of it you go back to work. You have a break hour, which you plan to do nothing, eat maybe. You are looking intently at computer, very involved with some little thing. When you hear the door open and then close, you turn to tell the person that you are on break but stop halfway through your sentence; your eyebrows raise when you see me. I smile and tell you I got you lunch, thus pointing to the cloth sack I hold in my hands. The weather is rather nice outside and I am wearing a white top that v necks in front and back quite low, and under that a nice red thin strap tank top. I have one of my pashmina's around my neck loosely. I am wearing my school girl skirt, (because I like to dress up) which is plaid tan and brown with the same red as my shirt in there too. I am wearing my red necklace which is a bit of a choker but looks like candied cherries. I am wearing modest red heals with ankle straps.

I walk over to you my shoes clicking on the floor and lean on and sit on a desk and start to unpack your lunch, and mine of course. A door slams somewhere and I jump a little and look around, the place is practically empty, I stand on my tip toes and look out the door, and action not really needed as I am plenty tall with my shoes and my own height. But sort of one of those thought things you just do. I turn around looking for you, who while I was prancing around looking at the room as open the soda and taking a sip, you look at me and my evil grin, "What?' you ask eyes narrowing a little

'Well" I say walking around the room pulling down the convenient shutters to the window "you say you have a whole hour break?"

I walk up to you. I lean in and kiss your lips softly. "All I need is a few moments, can you spare me some?" I drag my teeth down your jaw line even as you turn to look at the door, which has a window on it. "Come on" I pull you with both hands to the desk, a place that cannot be seen very well by the window at the door. My hands pulling at you shirt I slide them under to your skin as I sit on your lap and kiss your neck. I let my hands move through your hair pulling on it a little to expose your neck so I can kiss it; I move your collared shirt aside so I can move lower onto your chest. My hips straddling yours my skirt riding up a little on me as I bite right below the exposed skin area so no one will see. I move my mouth back up to yours as you gasp a little loudly. I kiss you hard and strong and then full of panting, "shh, you don't want anyone to hear do you?' I kiss you softly on the lips and then fix your shirt so you look presentable then I slide off your body slowly moving to kneel in between your legs. I slide so that my hands on your thighs and I am almost completely under the table. I move my hands to undo your pants just freeing your hardening cock, I move my hands up and down on you lightly feather touching it. I lean in and help your cock into my mouth sucking on it so that it moves into my throat, wetting it completely. I start to suck on your cock while my fingers move to play with your balls, and one hand lightly strokes your cock up and down. You let out a small whimper/moan as I graze my teeth on your cock lightly. I pull off my hand moving to play with the head of your cock, thumb pressing on it, "shhh." I engulf your cock completely in my mouth moving sucking on and off at rhythm keeping you’re warm in my mouth while my hands move at you balls and thighs. I bob my head a couple times and then nuzzle my face in tight as I suck on you. Sucking and swallowing as much spit and precum as I can to keep you still clean. I move my mouth so that you press into my throat gagging me just a bit. You let out a gasp and grab my hair pushing me down harder………...when the door opens.

I freeze as you sit up straight and fold you hand on the desk grabbing a pencil to look like you are doing Sudoku( quick thinker you are). Your other hand sliding up from its place on my head to take your drink. Sipping it. It is the guy from next door also on break, "Just seeing how you are doing, Was going to go across the street and pick up some food, But it seems your good. Want me to pick you up anything?” All you can do is shake your head as I slowly press my tongue to the underside of your cock; moving my head so slowly. Your co-worker leans against the door jam, " How has your day been so far? I know you had a rather busy schedule yesterday." You smile and perhaps a bit loudly exclaim, "Well its be rather nice," I move my head a little slowly sucking you. "I" you pause. "I think I got everything under control, " I graze my teeth on the head of your cock. You reach down and grab my hair; hard. Pulling on it so I want out a noise but I can’t. "I truly appreciate you offer though, for the lunch and all. " I suck a little and you take a breath slowly. "I will keep it in mind for later though." You tighten you grip on my hair and I suck on you, trying not to make a gurgling noise as you push my head down on your cock.

The guy is looking at you oddly, and I run my hand up your pant leg, "Sorry I have a bit of a muscle cramp, from baseball." you shake you leg making me drop it. This just moves me to your balls I move them side to side softly playing with the skin “I took some Ibuprofen. It should fine soon." You then give your best smile. “I guess I am sort of out of it,” you grab my hand pinching me and making me stop. “I am sure I will be fine.” I suck on your cock moving my mouth up and down slowly. "Well if you need me, I will be next door after lunch I have some pain pills should you need them. Feel free to just ask." the guy then turns and leaves the room, as the door shuts I start to move my mouth faster and faster on your cock. Dropping the pencil so fast it slides across your desk; you grab my hair with both hands as I suck you down into my throat. You start to fuck my throat hard, pushing your hips up into me, using me. Fucking me. And owning my mouth. Balls slapping against my chin as you work your way in and out of me.

Then you cum biting your lip to not cry out, grasping the chair, bucking your hips up and off the chair while your hand holds me in place. I swallow it all, licking my lips and your cock clean. I carefully put you...away and crawl out from the desk, straightening my skirt and top, desperately trying to fix my once cute hair. You sit at the desk breathing heavy. I give up on my hair and put it up in a crazy bun/pony. I grab my soda and sit on the edge of your desk, I lean over and give you a kiss lightly on the mouth and then take a sip of soda. "So that was fun" I say smirking. You laugh and grab my shirt pulling me down to kiss you again, and then we eat of food and share a pumpkin bar (home made!) the bell rings and I sneak out getting a weird look from a male co-worker as I walk out of the room.

Roleplay in the bedroom.

I was thinking that I might really enjoy role play especially in the bedroom where it does not have to be all that serious. I know I am more than willing to try. I just have not thought up many that I think I would love. I have plenty of fantasies but they mostly center on me and someone I know or a made up person. The few I can think of off the top of my head that would be fun are; Harley and Joker, Snape and ...me? and , Anita Blake and crowd. I have a short story about Harley and Joker I did with Teacher. As for Snape I am well aware of the reasons no but fan fiction has ruined that for me and I think sex would be fun. That last one would be an orgy of awesome.

This was done over an IM system so it may seem a little back and forth but thats how I want to keep it.

Imagine it is Halloween night and we've spent the early evening watching "Dracula," "Army of Darkness" and "The Dark Knight". A great start to any evening I assure you. Afterwards, we got in costume and headed out to a small party. Now we are back at my place, still in costume. I am dressed as The Joker in full makeup, complete with green dye in my hair. You are dressed as Harley Quinn, spandex and all.

I grin and bounce my head back and forth just enough to hear my bells jingle. I must admit the green hair is interesting with that red-blond coming through. I know that look pretty cute in my outfit and have spent the entire night up to this point doing my best to tease you. Casually grinding and laying my body against yours whenever the chance was given, and giving you a good view of my tight ass when I knew you were looking. I know you are in a bit of frenzy and I love it. On the way home I made a point of sliding my hand against your hard cock trapped between your pains as often as I could.

I grin and begin by asking you to stand in the middle of the bedroom, hands at your side.

I pause smiling at your sudden dominance. You know I love it when you take control. I move as asked my head cocked to one side looking at you quizzically.

I stand directly in front of you, my eyes gleaming with a crazed, but calm look. I am ginning a bit madly as I cock my head to match yours mirroring your action. Then I slowly pace in a circle around you my gloved hands clasped behind my back; my face becoming very serious as I look your body up and down.

I let out a high pitched giggle. Unable to contain myself the mix between sexy and fun making me grin. “Like what you seem Mr J?” I say in my best imitation of Harley from my childhood cartoon. I slide my hands up to my hips and jut them out in the sassiest way possible. My eyes follow you as you continue your circle.

I lick my lips and flicker my tongue out like a deranged serpent. A fun comparison of the Joker from the movie earlier that evening. “Oh I do my dear. I do indeed.” I stop pacing, Again standing in front of you. Eyeing what I know I get to have.

I grin at the lustful look on your face. Well aware of what it means. I lock my hand behind my body and lean forward slightly with a big smile. “Oh yea?” I tease and give my breasts a little shake.

I place on gloved finger on your chin and lift your gaze to meet mine. I smile and lick my lips again. Then I whisper in a slowly, seductive growl as I look at your smile: "My dear, tell me, why so serious?"

I can’t keep a straight face at this. But not for lack or role but because I think your adorable in that moment. Adorable in that, aw… I get to fuck you way. I let out a happy squeak and nuzzle my face into your hand, wanting to touch more of you.

I caress your cheek and smile as much as the prosthetic scars we spent so much time applying allow. I lean in and lay a little kiss on your forehead. Barely any pressure in my touch, not wanting to leave make-up.

I bite my lip. I am horny and want, no need you. I close the space between us with a very small step. “What would you like Mr. J?” I lick my lips as I slide my hand to graze against your groin. I just want to feel your hard cock there. I am rewarded and I let out a little moan.

I grin at this and chuckle. I reach slowly around you, drawling you close to me. Letting you feel what you have done to me a little more intimately then your hand can do. I reach into the breast pocket of my purple jacket and remove a small, leather box.

I lift both eyebrows comically. Humming under my breath with excitement, I love being surprised by you. I full trust comes with that and I adore playing with you because of it. I try and twist around and to see more of what you may have.

I lean in "My dear" I pause to kiss you delicately on your cheek, leaving a small smear of red and white makeup. "Tonight, I want to break every rule in the book." I set the small box on the bed and open it, taking out something you cannot quite make out. I keep my body between you and it.

I find myself doing a little dance around you trying to see what’s in your hand. Grinning madly, I put my hands on your shoulders pulling at you and the purple jacket. “Whatcha got there!” I move up to my tip toes and while I am there I give a kiss and nibble at your ear.

I smile and reveal four silken straps, a pair of handcuffs, and two silver vibrating eggs, one quite a bit larger than the other.

“Toys! I do love toys.”, I pull at your coat and pull your down for a kiss. I kiss your lower lip tasting the Powderly chemical taste of the make-up. I want to I stick my tongue out and whipe my tongue with my hand. You return my kiss, grazing your tongue against my teeth.

Breaking the kiss, I casually toss the straps to you "For later," I grin; and then I place the eggs aside "for later", then I dangle the handcuffs by one finger in front of your gaze "for now." I grin as I see you get excited.

Laughter escapes my mouth as I tackle you a little pushing you down to the bed so I can better get at your mouth. Pressed tight to your lips I play with the inside of your mouth teasing your tongue and feeling your teeth. The off taste of your make-up somehow fun in the playing.

During the kiss, I reach for your left arm and slowly raise it to my shoulder, resting your hand along the purple fabric of my coat. I move my mouth to your wrist, and plant slow, quick kisses along the entire length of your still-costumed arm until I reach your bare neck. I leave another small kiss and that’s where I clamp down with a hard bite. I can feel the scar-material on my face press against your skin. I let out a low, slightly maniacal laugh, as if the mere bite brings me all the joy in the world. Causing you to grip tightly at my jacket and let out a small whimpering cry. Then with my right hands sliding up yours I attach one and then the other to your hands. Only once I have you bound I release the bite (yes, I handcuffed you while biting), and flick the red mark with my tongue, tasting the smeared makeup and your flesh.

I pull my arms apart and then let the click together pulling on my restraints feeling them out. (My, my dear you are talented). I buck my hips up pressing my body against yours, knowing that I am putting pressure against that hardening cock. I let out an inviting moan, letting you know I want you.

I remove my jacket and then kiss your mouth, attacking it with a chaotic playfulness. Biting, kissing and licking with no real thought. Laughing as you try to take control of the kiss; I hold myself just out of reach making you whimper just like I like.

I bite at one button grasping it in my teeth and pulling at it. I gnaw at it a little but it stays firm, good shirts do that. So I let my mouth the shirt, nipping with my teeth at the fabric. I try and locate your nipple through the fabric to nip at it and only barely.

I lick at the corner of my mouth again, my hands squeezing you tightly to me, one of them around your waist while the other rests on the back of your head. I grin at the sensation of my flesh between your teeth. Shivering just slightly. I wrap my hand into your hair that I can get out below your hat, pulling you back a little from my shirt. “Naughty.” My cock reacts as welll, stiffening beneath the fabric of my (purple) boxers and my violet corduroy pants.

I wriggle my hips let out a manic giggle, I move my hand to actually open the shirt flicking the buttons open my mouth following close behind licking at the flesh. I glide my teeth against you the hair on your chest tickling me. I smile and take a moment to rub my face against it. Something oddly comforting in the action and yet still erotic.

I buck my hips up gently, grinding my cock into your body. My breathing growing heavier with each of your licks; my hand tightening on your hair I let out a low growl.

I smile at your antics and move my body lower a little licking and nipping at the skin. I know what I really want in my mouth. I want to fill my mouth. I drool at the thought and am suddenly acutely aware that my cunt is dripping as well. I nip hard at around your belly button as I pull the tucked shirt out of your pants. I think momentarily about blowing raspberries but stop myself and content myself with just playing.

I gasp at the nip...suppressing a laugh as your tongue and teeth tickle me. I shift slight to allow you to pull the shirt out.

I pull the shirt out and my mouth to the hem of your pants I nuzzle my head back and forth my hat dinging a little.

I remove the shirt, flinging it with violently across the room. I hear it hit somewhere and know this time it has not broken anything. Smirking as your hat-bells chime, I reach out and swipe at them again, making another ringing noise.

My mouth descends on you giggling as lick my way from waist to your right nipple and then playfully lay a kiss on it. A little off balance without the real use of my hands; I use my body to wriggle and move as a lick and kiss.

I slip my hands around your body, squeezing your ass. God I love that ass. I squeeze tightly. A groan passes my lips as you plant yours on my nipple, which grows stiff from your play. You use more teeth and I hiss an intake of breath.

I look up at you, "like that?" I lick around your nipple in a circle and while as do I rub my hips against yours. Grinding my wet wanting pussy against your straining cock I can not help but let out a small moan. It’s almost too much for me and in that moment I want you so much.

I lick my lips again so you can see, then I reply "but of course no pleasure without pain, my dear" I smile tugging at my lips as I do my best to keep in role.

I giggle and buckle my hips against yours, a little roughly. Then I lay back down wriggling my body down till I am again at your waist band. I move my hand to cup your hardening erection. I play rubbing you through the pants fabric.

I reach slowly and work the button on my pants through its hole, then glide my zipper down. I raise my hips gently to give you a start in removing my pants.

I move my head just enough that you can get to your pants my tongue lapping playfully at your wrist as you work.

"Bite my wrist" I mutter, pushing my pants down more.

For some reason this does it for me. I let out a whimpering moan. Then I dive in and lick again. I lick you from wrist to fingers, sucking on them for a moment before moving back. Then I lay little nibbles back to your wrist. I take a lot of it into my mouth and bite down a bit hard on it; feeling the flesh under my teeth oddly satisfying.

I groan at the pain, excited as it pulses up my arm. My cock, now fully erect, pushes against my boxers. You see me tenting and the fabric moving as I twitch.

I move my mouth over the tip as it presses against the boxers. I suck through the boxers. Wetting the area and making it stick. I grin looking down at my work, I suck wetting more with as much spit as I can just for the image of you in wet boxers around a hard cock. I know some of that wetness is precum, I can taste it. I slip my finger under the edge of the boxers and slide then so your cock is free.

I take my cock in my right hand, jerking it up and down in front you; keeping it right out of your touch. I smirk as you lick your lips, your head bobbing up and down as you follow my movements. I am stroking it slowly; I take my left index finger and smear my precum around a bit, then offer the finger to you.

I lick my lips and then move my mouth forward and lick your finger. Then I suck on it slowly so that it moves into my mouth. I know I am teasing as I play with your fingers mimicking what I could be doing with your cock if you only let me.

I grin at the sucking motions of your mouth and continue to stroke myself slowly

"Now, uh, Miss. Quinn...Harley, if I may," I say, slowly with a demented tone, "I, uh, think you should get on your knees for a bit."

“Of course Mr. J!” I wriggle off your body down so that my tongue takes a lick at your cock at I move to the floor. I feel very naughty for stealing that lick and both worry and relish that I may get punished.

"Mmm...Harley...this should put a smile on that pretty little face of yours," I mutter as I stand up, kicking my pants and boxers aside.

I do grin, looking up at you. Mouth open and wanting. I sit back on my legs spreading them slightly feeling my own arousal.

I reach down and grab the back of your head, holding tight. I kiss you deeply, parting your lips with my tongue. After breaking the kiss, I bark a short command “Hands!” You give me then I unlatch them. "Now Hands behind your back, dear.” You move to obeyhme and I am proud for it. I reach behind you and leaning close secures your wrists with a *CLINK* I snap the handcuffs in place, locking your arms behind you. Once I know the cuffs are secure, I stand upright again.

I let out a small whine. I fidget on the floor. Pulling at them till it hurts just a little, testing and loving it. I can just feel the pinching on my skin as I pull and it hurts but not in the way I want it to stop. They are loose enough though that as soon as I stop purposefully pulling at them they lay calmly on my skin.

Taking my cock in my right hand, I slowly guide it toward your mouth, gently waving it in front of you. I am teasing you making you move forward on your knees tongue out lapping at the air. I playfully slap my cock against your tongue, laughing a bit as I POP! POP! POP! it off your wet mouth.

I move my head forward suddenly trying to catch it in my mouth. Diving forward trying to get at that cock, very off balance as I try. You are waving your cock just out of my reach.

I look down at you and grin, "What is it my dear would want?"

I whimper, “Please/ Just a little closer, I lean forward licking my lips. I want you in my mouth. Please just fuck.. Please.” My eyes are just on your cock and I am consumed with the need to have it filling my mouth. Overwhelmed with it.

I clap my hands together and rub them together in a gleeful, controlling manner, keeping my cock less an inch out of your reach.

I press my brow together and move forward awkwardly on my knees, “Please, Mr J just a little closer.” I strain my tongue sticking it out.

I lower my hands, taking hold of the protrusions of your hat, making the bells jingle just so.

I lean forward more almost all they way off balance my tongue touching the tip of your cock.

I look down and push my hips forward for you. Giving that hungry little mouth just what it wants.

I take your cock into my mouth sucking on it as your hips bring it closer to me. I make small noises around your cock as I suck on it. Murmuring to myself lost for just a moment in the act of getting what I want. Hearing you groan in pleasure I look up just to see you closing your eyes. I smile around you and start to play giving you deeper, almost gagging myself. I suck you into my mouth deeper as I bob my head pressing you back.

I buck my hips gently, letting my balls touch your chin as you go deeper. “Mmm yes” I place my hands on your head now, almost guiding it back and forth.

I smile around your member and press my tongue along the bottom as I gently graze my teeth. I move my mouth with force so that my face is nestled in your crotch as you are deep pressed into my throat. I pull off my mouth moving to the base and I nip at the sensitive skin of your balls. You gasp above me and unintelligibly into the air. I feel you tightening my grip on your costumed head just a bit. I pull at my restraints behind my back as I lick along your balls sucking on the bottom. I let them hang in my open mouth as I bend my body under you, lapping at them with my tongue. “Please” I whisper. I lick and I straighten my body a little licking up your cock.

I run my finger through my green, sticky hair, biting my lip in pleasure. “Ab-.. Harley I am close.” I bite out.”

I lick to the tip and then press my mouth in so that you are completely covered I hold my head there tears coming to my eyes a little. My nose is pressed so tight to your skin I can’t breathe.

I push deeply into your mouth until I hit the back of your throat. I place my hands on your head again and violently begin to buck my hips back and forth, fucking your mouth fiercely. I hear you cry out under the force of my thrust but know you love it. I can see over your back the muscles in your arms react so that your hands stick out my fingers curling and uncurling. I pull out and holding it in front of you. “Beg.”

“Please, cum for me.” I move my head up a little letting my teeth just touch you with each thrust in. “Cover me.” Spit drips out my mouth and onto my costumed breast.” I want you to cum, please.”

And…. That’s all we ever wrote… I know sad.

I was grumpy all day.

I have no reason why. Wait yes I do. I need to be fucked. Grumble. And yes I have a toy review coming up but I need to use it a little more before I let you know how I feel about it.
Todays post is a little piece or erotica written for a friend. He wanted to know about my masturbation.

First I used the first game we did we had where you told me what to do, I tried to follow what you told me again. I slowly did all of the instructions forcing myself to move slowly because I always want to jump to the good part. You may be aware I have issue patience. I slid my fingers up and down my slit, barely touching my clit. My hips were bouncing off the bed at the least amount of pressure. My other hand was grasping the pillow under my head scratching and biting at it so I would not cry out. Then I imagined you sitting watching me and tell me to say I belong to you, telling me to cum for you, I rubbed circles on my clit my hips bucking. I kept repeating under my breath; please, as my body became more sensitive. I took a break and pulled up another game we played, skimming it as I breathed hard. Then I put the computer aside and went for another round. I moved my hips against my hand begging please from my lips as I played with my clit, my breathe becoming hard as I bit my lip not to moan. I imagined you tying me down, gagging me with the ball gag. Playing with my body, teasing me, grabbing me and fucking me hard as I screamed around the gag; I let out a muffled cry into my pillow as and sobbed a little as I cam hard.

Two sides of a coin.

So this is a little project I wrote for my dear Dom. It was to be the same story told from the Subs and the Doms point of view. Looking back at it and the emails that lead up to it reminded me how much I really adore my dear old Dom.

*sigh* I lay my head down on on my arm and pull my legs up under me. I am spread out on the ground thinking about my day at work, after breaking myself from that part of me. By shedding my work clothes and putting on my apron (which I adore and is real and cute) I shake my head, now though, now I am waiting. I let out a big sigh sliding my hands down my body fingers just playing lightly on my nipples as I relax on the floor, even though a perfectly good couch sits behind me. My eyes travel up to the door thinking I may hear someone on the stairs. I sit up excited my whole body tightening as my breath catches. My eyes flick to the door as I see the handle start to turn. Up on my knees now I smile beeming as you open the door. I am so excited to see you, I bite my lower lip and almost leap up to touch you. You in the process of taking off your coat chuckle lightly. I rub my head against your thigh still on my knees. Humming to myself and closing my eyes smelling your scent. The scent alone making me feel more full, more relaxed and excited. I bite my lower lip and let out a little whinning whimpering sound. Sitting back on my legs i look up at you presenting myself almost. Wanting you to approve, waiting and needing your touch. You pause just for me and I smile as you lean down and pet my head, sliding your fingers under my chin to just lift my chin. " I know what you want" you darkly say. I kneel and I let out a gasp just at your movement, watching you my eyes giving away my want as I look at your coat pocket knowing what is there. I let out a whispered "yes" as your hands,rough, against my skin slide down my to my bare breast and cup them. I preen loving that you are paying attention to my body, loving my body. Then you slide your hands into your pocket and bring out a small collar, using your hands to sweep my hair out of the way you clip it around my neck. And as you do a feeling of happiness/perfectness/fullness a hard to explain feeling really washes over me and I let out a *sigh*

you.
*Grin* Looking at the clock tick that last second way. I stand up and grab my coat practically jogging through the cold to my car. Sliding into the drivers seat, I turn pull out of the lot and onto the road. Tapping my fingers on the wheel, as I hit yet another jam. Swearing under my breath I narrow my eyes at the road as a whole. You would think people could drive in the rain, but know its like each time... hmmm I shake my head ending that train of thought as my hand slips into my pocket and I feel the little leather bit with my thumb and forefinger. I smile sneaks its way to my lips as I think about how this got in my pocket. About how my little girl is at home waiting just for me. As I drive closer almost there I let my mind wander thinking about having her on her knees bowing under my hand. How I know she will jump to my commands no matter how small. I know I am hardening, just thinking about fucking her pressing her against the couch as fuck her from behind. My hands running down each part of her body pinching and caressing showing how I know and own every little piece. Even as i turn my keys in the door I feel a sort of loving want to have her under me. To feel her panting and begging for the release of orgasm. The door opens under my hand and I am suddenly hit with a energetic girl, I can't help but chuckle as i look down and see the hungry little slut is already naked. I purposely move slowly taking off my coat and things. Pulling out the time. But its when I see her eyes close and rub against my inner thigh that I know I want her now. I want her under me, Mine. I want to claim her perfectly. And so I reach into my pocket " I know what you want" I whisper seeing her body hitch and beg, so hungry and I have yet to begin really. I slip the collar around her throat marking her as mine, completely while wearing it. Looking at it excites me and I feel my pants get tight. Knowing that while you were that you will be totally mine and that you will submit to my every want, every little thing. And that just makes me *grin*

Its snowing sooo much

Here is a little snippit I wrote once for my Dear Dom.
I am sitting on the couch, legs tucked up under my body. I am sort of lazing, One hand on my book and the other holding my hot chocolate. I am not really reading much though. My eyes flicking to the door each time I hear a noise. I let out a small sigh. Sipping my cocoa, I sit back and play with the marshmallows on my tongue. Leaning back I close my eyes and put my book down. I slide one hand up my body pulling at my breast, pinching my nipple hard between my fingers. Hard enough I gasp. I grin and pull my shirt up over my head. Giggling because I feel naughty being naked in the living room. I stand and slip out of my skirt and undies, neatly placing them on the floor. Then I look down my body and tease both my nipple till they are nice and hard. I grin and sit back down, Taking a sip of my hot cocoa, which now is just warm. The chocolate makes me smile and I lick the edge of the cup. Reaching into my cup I pull out a marshmallow, I pop it into my mouth. As suck on it I get a very playful idea. Running into the kitchen I grab the bag of marshmallow and pour some more hot water into the mix of hot cocoa for another cup. I go back to the couch and then sitting very still I carefully dunk each marshmallow and start making designs on my body. Starting at my breast then moving to my belly and thighs, laughing at my own silliness. I am moving very slowing and concentrating so much that I don't hear your car and don't notice you have come to the door until I hear it opening. And that is how you see me when you walk in, me spread out the other couch a hand full of marshmallow and almost completely covered in little white dots, with wet chocolate making my skin look wet. I smile and look up at you. "Hungry?"

Should have been sleeping.

Quick note. So I know I should be sleeping but instead I played on /b/ for a while. Something that I actually never do.

Found this fun site that lets me record dirty little snippets.

Here are some.

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vgbquzVN8A6Z8Kn8p

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vt5KXaD67FYinmKO7
http://vocaroo.com/?media=viyEiSWs3OxpHDzEp
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vj882xx3dLtBdi6up

I am well aware that they are rather made of shite.

I also have no idea how long there are on the site.

A Gift

So I enjoy writing stories but I have been given a few also. Here is one I got for my Birthday a couple years ago.

To my Bella,

Happy Birthday sweetheart!!!

Your Chicito.

Because She Dabbles Meticulously

(Actual title not really applicable.)

Consciousness started to slowly swim back into Karen's mind, she opened her eyes only to see the dim light through the thin red fabric over her eyes. As she tried to reach up to take fabric away, her wrist is met with a strong resistance. A gasp escapes her lips as the memories of the night before, and the sensations of her surrounding slowly creep back in, realizing her current position as a smirk plays at her lips.

“Dave?” She calls out in a husky voice, her voice hurting from all the screaming the night before. “Oh god, you had better not have just left me here.” Tugging at her restraints, unable to break them. She tests each one, grinning as she cannot pull her arms to cover her, nor spread her legs out. Just the thought of how spread and open she is to whoever would walk in elicits a moan to escape her throat. Feeling her pussy start to heat up, her thighs starting to ache as the arousal spreads through her body. A sudden, soft breeze flows over her body, traveling up her legs. Arching her back as the cool air moves over her stomach, up between her breasts. Her nipples stiffen as she presses her chest into the air, lifting her hips from the mattress, another low moan escaping her lips.

“Are you having fun fucking absolutely nothing?” A low voice enters her ear. Karen jerks, pulling at every restraint, letting out a scream.

“FUCK you, David! You just scared the shit out of me!” her heart racing, just the presence of him in the room making her pussy quiver for him.

“I can tell.” The sound of his evil laughter making her whimper, turning her head toward the direction of his voice. She throws her head back with a sudden gasp as the feeling of his hands caress her thighs, his nails digging into her skin lightly, dragging down her legs. “But don't let that stop you.”

Not being able to do much in retaliation, she moans softly as his hands wander her legs. She mentally begs his hands further up with each pass, disappointed each time, her mind willing him to use her. She growls in protest when his hands move up around her hips, trailing up her sides, shaking lightly as his fingers tickle her, biting her lip to hold in the laughter. Again with a moan as he lightly caresses her breasts, cupping and massaging gently.

“Be rough, abuse me like you did last night... Please?” she begs in a whisper. She is answered only by a sharp pain in her nipples. Letting out a confused squeal of delight, swearing his hands never left her body, she jerks lightly at the beautiful pain. “Yesss!” she hisses. She writhes as more confusion settles over her as his hands never leave her breasts, playing softly at whatever the hell is clamped to her now sore nipples. This continuing, another sensation coming from her thighs, something cool and hard. Her eyes widen behind the blind as her mind wraps around what it is, but it is too late. The object enters her slowly, the sheer width of it spreading her wide.

“Oh... OH.. OH GODDDDD!!!” she moans out as her head falls back, her hips rising to take more of it into her dripping sex. Her mind and body become flooded with pleasure as the object penetrates her relentlessly, her pussy stretching around the invader. Thrashing lightly at her binds, her hips pushing up further, wanting more of it inside her, she claws at the air. More and more of this unknown phallus fills her, her pussy reacting to the penetration by leaking her juices all over it.

“Well, I knew you would like it, but not this much... Do you want faster yet?” His words almost lost on her as she fights to stay sane, the absolutely full feeling flooding her mind.

“F... Faster?” The question catching her off guard, as she still feels his hands massaging her chest, only now starting to move lower on her body. The object finally collides with her cervix, resting and staying stationary, making her groan, her hips moving on their own. Crying out softly, wanting it to move again, “YES!!! MAKE IT FUCK ME!!”

“As you wish.” his velvet voice washes over her as the object moves back. She groans as it exits her, pulling again, futilely, as she feels her pussy actually grope for it, the sudden empty feeling causing her to panic slightly.

“No no no!! Put it back! I waaaaa-oooooOOOOHHH!” her plea cut short as she feels it invade once more, this time faster, penetrating without any remorse. As fast as it was there, it was gone again, leaving her to catch her breath, trying to relax, waiting for another thrust. Just like clock work, it was back once more, faster still. Whatever it was, she loved it, loved how it filled her, stretched her wanting pussy.

In and out, accelerating to the point where she is unable to differentiate between it entering and leaving. Her hips wild, her body shaking, she suddenly becomes painfully aware how bad her clit is aching. Again trying to reach down, only to be held back, she growls. The object fucking her feeling so sinfully delicious, but it's not enough. She wants to cum, she needs it, but is powerless to to make herself. Knowing this only makes the desire so much more.

Panting and moaning at every thrust, her mind playing tricks on her as she swears that there is yet another stimulation. Aside from David's hands over her body, whatever is clamped firmly to her nipples, and this glorious... machine?... that is fucking her, she feels something light and teasing over her clit. Not caring if it is real or not, she let's out a half moan, half scream at this new feeling, letting it wash over her body as she feels the slight approach of orgasm.

The sensation on her clit becomes more intense, and she shudders. Her mind starts to blend the feelings, her mouth opening and drawing in a sharp breath. She goes to scream as the fire of her climax builds in her womb, spreading through her body slowly, threatening it's inevitable release, however no sound escapes. She feels herself loosing control of her body, her arms pulling at the restraints on their own. She kick her legs slightly, only to have them held back. A shrill scream reaches her ears, and before she realizes that it is her own voice, her body explodes.

The pleasure races through her body, as she thrashes against the unrelenting abuse, her muscles pulsing in every part of her body. The wonderful agony sweeps through her mind, as it threatens to overload from the sensations. “FUCK FUCK!!!! GOD YESSS!!! OH YESSSSSS!” she screams, spasming as pure extacy quakes through her body.

Finally, the intensity begins to subside, her muscles aching, the object slowing with the fade of her climax. Sore and totally exhausted, she feels the object leave her... as well as every other sensation, the same breeze cooling her body, her heart still racing. She collapses against the mattress, catching her breath when she feels a pair of lips press against hers. Moaning, she kisses back, sucking on the presented tongue. After the kiss, she feels those heavenly lips move down her jawline, over her neck, and around her ear lobe, tugging lightly, bringing out an exhausted groan from her throat.

“I can't wait until you can return the favor, beautiful.” The soothing female voice is the last thing Karen hears before she slips back into unconsciousness.

Written Erotica

While erotic comics hold a special place in my heart as one my first introductions to porn. I really can't talk about my love for erotica with out talking about its written form. Sex was always off screen in my early books or oddly metaphorical like in Stranger in a Strange Land. Though looking back on that one I think its because they were all group sex commune like scenes. One of the first sex scenes I read was actually a rape in Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. I do realize this is a bit twisted. That being said the sex was done doggy style. I, the innocent late bloomer freshman in high school that I was, could not for the life of me figure out how to make the words and my mental image match. See in my head they were doing it missionary style. Something I sort of assumed was the position always used in sex. I am not sure how I gained this information my guess is fleeting images from films. It was months before I had this A-ha! moment with that sex scene. Which just goes to show you how much I kept coming back to it.

I never really did get into the those trashy romance novels that almost every girl will tell you they grew up reading. That is not to say I don't enjoy some of them I just tend to prefer mine to be full of more smut. Take for example the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. I am well aware that often the plots in these are thin and that they may not be the best written books. But I still love them. More on this at a later date.

One erotica that I easily fell into was fan fiction. Now I must admit early in this blog I am a geek. I am rather proud if it and am happy in my identity within it. But fan fiction was my dirty little secret. I think because for every story I read that was general adventure I read two dirty smut fics. Some of my first kinks was introduced to me in fan fiction. Thank God. This is also because I tend to lean away from romance stories. I just can't bring myself to care too much. So I often went right to the kinks.

Fan fiction was the first time I found flogging as something that turned me on. I don't remember the title but it had to do with something like "Ringing my Bell" and it had to do with a top flogging his bottom until he cried out at just that tone that he wanted. Yes, it was a slash story. Slash for those not in the know is a commonly used term for male on male stories. I am in no way a big slash fan but sometimes power dynamics in those stories really turn my crank. So around this time when I started really looking for and reading erotica I found first Yahoo chat and later Babblesex. This was back when on yahoo you could go to rooms and pretty much solicit cyber sex with random people. Cybering referring to in my case writing back and forth a sex scenes. I thought to myself "wow self, your'e not a great writer but you are so much better than many of these horny people" and so I started into cybering. Often not always just for my own arousal but for curiosity. It was only a couple years ago that I started saving some of those. I plan on sharing some with this blog. Though I want to format them a little better. I also wrote a couple short stories, well sex scenes really since there is no real plot. That is what I plan to share today! Chosen at random really from my computer. This one in particular I wrote for a friend while I was working an open house for my parents.

I am sitting on the black couch relaxing with my computer, one leg tucked under the other, waiting for customers, listening to Nickelback’s new song. Please don’t judge to harshly. Stretching out I kick off my tan two inch wedges, placing them neatly on the ground next to me. I am wearing a tan pleated skirt that is a little tight to my body till a little above my ankles where it flairs out in ruffles. I am wearing brown undershirt that has little beads tied into the lace that covers my breasts. I am wearing a many layered necklace of small brown and white beads. I rather like this necklace because each time I bend or move I and feel it against my skin. Then over the shirt I am wearing a white blouse that is a large V and comes together at my tummy. I never put my contacts in so I am wearing my glasses and my hair is half up and down.

Suddenly I jump my phone going off, I scramble to grab it. Flipping it open I see that it’s a text from you. “Busy?” Smiling, bring my legs up under me and text you back.

“No” Simple and to the point because I have Never gotten good at texting.

“Want some company?” I bite my lower lip, giggling to myself, physically happy at the idea.

“Yes, please.”

“k, see you in 10” I put the phone down on the table and Jump up running to the half-bath. Looking in the mirror I pat down my hair, I put on a little more lip shimmer. Satisfied, I do a quick turn-around checking myself. I slide my heels back on.

Then I move back to my couch fingers twittering, and inane grin on my face. Hands needing something I reach for my knitting, which of course I brought. Despite the face I rarely finish project and they are often quite square. Between each stitch I look up out the window, waiting for your car. Ten minutes being the eternity that it is, I get distracted by my knitting noticing that I had dropped a stitch, swearing under my breathe I bare down on my project concentrating. And by swearing I mostly mean grumbling at my own stupidity.

Hearing the door open, my head pops up eyes wide. The professional welcome on my lips dies when I see you step in eyes on me. You give a little wave smirking. I move to stand but am entangled in my knitting, yarn wrapped around my wrist and fingers. I look down growling a little as I move my knitting to the side you walk over and sit on the arm rest of the couch. “How was your day?” “Good, I finally got all my laundry done and got some groceries in the car.” I lean my head against your waist, “hmm, this house is never going to sell, and it’s so nice.” Twisting your fingers into my hair, you say “It’s just not a good neighborhood, but it will work out don’t worry” I put my hand on your knee drawing doodles with my fingers. “Ah, But I like to worry” I look up at you with over exaggerated knitting of the eyebrows my lips in something that resembles a frown; but is more me contorting my face. (Sitting here I am trying to think of how I actually frown and it felt weird so I looking the mirror and could not figure out what I wanted a frown to look like) You cup the back of my head “Your frown sucks” which I know it does. I break into a grin unable to hold the face. I reach up and grab your head my fingers gripping your hair and I pull you down for a kiss. You respond by leaning down further kissing me with more energy. I tighten my grip on your hair as you lean down a little more and fall on top of me.

I let out a small oof, “not here, not here” You let out a sigh, leaning your forehead against my chest. I push you up and stand, you are sitting on the couch now fixing your clothes. I grab your hand, “come on” breathlessly pulling you. “come on there is another room, hurry” I tug you again. You jump to your feet a smile practically spitting your face. I walk by the door shutting it. I turn so that I am walking a backward my heels clicking on the hardwood, I smile to myself and stop and lean up grabbing your shoulders. I whisper a little embarrassed and empowered at the same time “I want you to fuck me, right now” I blush a little at my forwardness, flushed with my own need.

I pull you into blind spot in the house, squatting down I pull at your pants undoing your belt and unzipping the fly. I slide down your pants taking in your semi hard cock with hungry eyes. I lick it, and then take it fully into my mouth with ease. I suck on making small noises in the back of my throat as I look up at you, you looking down at me. Slick with my spit I stand up my hand sliding up and down its length. I nibble on your neck breathing heavy as I rub my body against you. My groin rubbing against your hip; I lean up kissing your chin. “I want you to take me right here, in the open.” I capture you mouth in a kiss. You kiss back hungrily grabbing my head and forcing me to kiss you hard, I come up to the tips of my toes as I lean against you. My hand still on your cock and I squeeze slightly and then pull off my fingers trailing off touching the tip. My fingers lay idly on your head as I become absorbed in the kiss. I break away on from the kiss with some muscle. “Now” I pant, I need you now.”

I let out a moan at your grin and you switch positions with me, pressing me against the wall. Grabbing at my skirt you start pulling it up. My hands run through your hair pulling a little, when you let out a growl of frustration “Your skirt is too long.” I put my hands down and to help you. My skirt bunched up around my hips, you lay your hands on my pussy, wet already. My underwear damp, you slid one finger along my slit from the outside and I buck my hips let out a cry. I grab your hair in my fist and force you to kiss me quick. Panting I beg you. “Please fuck me hard,” I let out a whine “now.” I punctuate this by grabbing at your hips. Pulling at you, a small noise growing in my throat, I lick your chin purring.

Pulling at my underwear, the other hand holding my skirt up you again let out a growl of frustration. I reach down and help you pull them down, wriggling letting them fall to the ground. Grabbing your collar I pull you close so I can kiss your mouth, biting on your lower lip a little. As you guide yourself in I let out a small moan, leaning my head back and biting my lower lip as I do.

You slide in fully and I lift one leg wrapping around you as you start to pump in and out. Leaning your forehead against my shoulder, I move my head to your shoulder biting hard. At my bite you increase your speed so that I am being pressed and pounded against the wall. Throwing my head back I hit the back of my head, which just makes me grab at you back more. I would be scratching at your skin but frustrated I met only with shirt. I pull at it anyway.

As you pound into me I bite my lip swallowing my scream. It more than just the sensation of you fucking me it’s the knowledge of where we are. The adrenaline rush from out naughty actions. My body starts shacking with an intense orgasm, holding tight to you so I don’t fall. You pump in and out a couple more times, and then explode, with a small groan leaning into me to muffle the sound. We slide down on the wall, both clinging to the other while we pant catching our breath. You twist you head slightly and lay a kiss on my neck and I murmur in happiness snuggling closer to you.

I whisper to you as you nip on my ear between syllables making me gasp. “As much as I would like to lay here,”

“Yeah” you pull out of me and messily pull up your pants and put yourself in order.

I stand and smooth out my skirt and shirt. I turn to you and tell you to stand still so I can use you glasses as a mirror to fix my hair and mascara. Just as I am fixing my bra under my shirt I hear the knock at the door. My eyes widen and grab your hand and pull you closer to the door; opening a window on the way.

Hello! I move right into my sales persona. You lean against another wall and smile. I start to lead them with a tour around the house; you following at a respectable distance; making me smile as I give them details of the house, gesturing and silently making jokes.

As we turn to the area of our play, I freeze. I quickly turn and grossly point to the opposite wall explaining something silly about windows. All the while I am signaling for you to hurry over and grab my underwear which I left of the floor. You move quickly jumping into action for me, stuffing them in your pocket. Then I continue the tour trying desperately to hide my blush from the customers.

*Small side note. Please don't steal any stories I put up. I am quite willing to share or write you something yourself. Just either credit me or ask. Thank you*