The ties that bind us....

I look up at him as he slides his cock down my throat. I love the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him. I love when I wake up the next morning sore and bruised, my lips puffy from hitting his hand so hard when he was feeding me his cock.

I close my eyes as he grabs my head and fucks my mouth and I know he is close. His cock shoots a tiny spray of pre-cum when he is in my mouth, so I always know. I try to pull back but he wants to cum badly, and so he holds me tighter.

I yank the tie that binds his cock and balls. Hard. Probably harder than I normally would. I want to hear him moan. He does. His hand grips my hair. I clench and unclench my thighs and feel my orgasm approaching. I love when I cum while blowing him.

He moans something about being so close and I take him deep in my mouth as his fingers entwine themselves in my hair.

I loosen the tie as he shoots deep into my mouth.

I swallow and pull his cock from my mouth, afraid I will bite him as I cum.

Sometimes timing is everything....


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I have a pink tie...

A string really.

A long piece of bright pink satin.

It came out of my pink satin lounging pants that J's mom gave me for my birthday. But since they have elastic in the waist, the pink tie is sort of superfluous.

So when I washed them yesterday, I took the tie out.

And saved it.

To tie around his cock and balls tonight.

It was his suggestion.

I hate to disappoint....

Good Girls Don't....

"You're a very bad girl."

I wonder what he can mean by that? I've been ever-so-good, all evening. I kept my hands off him, mostly, at the party. I did fondle the handle of his bullwhip. Yes, suggestively, but really absent-mindedly, rubbing my thumb over the end of the handle. In my mind it was the head of his hard cock. My mouth had begun to water as I snuck a peek at his crotch while fondling the whip. My hand had grazed over the front of his thigh, feeling the soft leather of his chaps. I could make out the line of his cock through his jeans, the ridge of the head visible if you looked closely. And if you knew he never wears underwear.

Could it be the fact that I have been sucking and teasing his cock for the past oh.... 45 minutes or so? He knows better than to let me have my way with his cock when I've been so good all evening.

Especially when he is wearing chaps.

"Such a bad girl."

He is kissing me, roughly pulling me against him. I could protest, but why? I know I am a bad girl. I know it is one thing he loves about me most. I smile and nod, kiss him back, biting his bottom lip, grabbing for the sides of the chaps, now the only article of clothing he is wearing. He pulls my hands away and flips me half over, spanking me hard, biting my shoulder. Growling.

"God, I love that you are mine."

The sweetest, sexiest words I could have heard. I moan a response to him as he lays me flat on the bed, the palm of his hand rubbing up and over my pussy. He looks down at me, the blue light from the stereo casting a commanding play of shadow and light around his face. Spreading my legs he reaches down and spanks my pussy. I jump at first, not expecting it, but warming to it just the same.

"I love that I am yours too" I whisper.

I want him to fuck me. His hand is creating a heat in my clit that I am familiar with, yet not the way in which it was delivered. I’m wet. So wet. And he has been rock hard now for over an hour. I can feel his need through the power and heat in his spankings. I can see it in the blue light, the muscles in his neck tense. Smell it on him. Wild and unleashed.

Next he is over me, his hard cock rubbing up and down against my slit before he positions himself to enter me, holding his cock so only the head enters. I raise my hips and pull my legs up as he releases his cock and thrusts inside.

His arm slides under me, the palm of his hand against the small of my back.

Leading me in the dance.

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Hitchhike to Heaven

I have always been proud of the fact that I not only give a great blowjob, but an awesome handjob. With a guy it is easy, because really all you have to do is watch him masturbate (a treat in and of itself) to find out exactly the right stroke, the right pressure, the right speed. Then put your own little spin on it and watch him explode. Literally.

J has getting me off with his fingers down to an art. It IS an art, believe me. Women know what I mean.

I love when he uses his fingers. He can get me off fast with g-spot pressure, something no one has ever been able to do but his fingers on my clit... wow.

An ex boyfriend once had to admit when I asked him to make me cum with his hands, that he had never been very good at it. I tried to teach him, but he was correct. He never really got it down right. This seems to be a common complaint among men. A woman's anatomy is still very much a mystery to a lot of them.

Sunday afternoon, laying in bed next to J, naked, he reached down, dipped into the glistening folds of my pussy to moisten his fingers and started rubbing my clit. I remember biting his shoulder to try and keep quiet when I came, but I also remember how good it felt.

It is always amazing to have your lover bring you to orgasm and awe inspiring when he can do it so well.

One thing that can make me forget sex... for a while

World Series baseball.

Sorry guys and girls; I'll be back in a day or two, when the series wraps up.

I actually couldn't even think about sex last night, except to tell J that we were supposed to be having some. But no no no, not until after the game! And the game went 14 innings! 5 hours and 41 minutes.

While I want to see the White Sox wrap it up tonight, I also want to see Houston win a game because they deserve to. They are a good team and I don't want it to be a complete shut-out.

Oh who am I kidding? The only thing that makes me not want a shut-out is because then baseball is over for the year.

.... and Houston still deserves to win and keep some dignity.

But... tonight I am horny, so the series must be getting close to being over...

Sex Blog Roundup #5!

Thanks to Bacchus over at Eros blog for the nod in Thursday's sex blog roundup on Fleshbot.

That's #5 since June, thanks to him, Violet Blue and Viviane.

Here are the posts that made the round-up if anyone cares to read them....

Petulance

But We Didn't Mean Fuck Like Pornstars

Surrender?

Essential & Expedient Orgasms

The Smell of Sex

A Cock is a Terrible Thing to Waste

His hard cock was insistent as he knelt in front of her. She slipped hers in his mouth, making him suck her like a good boy. He kept his hands on her legs because he knew what trouble he'd be in if his hands wandered to his own cock, even though it demanded attention.

When she thought he could take it no more and wanted a piece of him, she pulled him onto the bed and over her lap, his cock fighting with hers for attention. Rubbing her hands over his ass in preparation for long overdue birthday spankings, she changed her mind and instead just rubbed his cheeks, letting her fingers wander in between them until it seemed he was presenting his ass to her like a target, silently begging for more. His cock stabbed at her thighs, as if wanting so badly to slip in between them but she made sure it stayed away from it's target.

She pulled him down onto the bed facing her.

"Were you asking for something?" she asked, amused. He opened his mouth in denial but she raised her hand in the air and he halted his argument before it began. She nodded dismissively.

"Roll over" she said quietly and watched as he visibly shuddered at the thought of what was to come. Slowly rolling over, he waited to feel that familiar pressure, but instead she moved over him, pressing his body down tight into the mattress, his cock immobilized under him. She spread his legs, and then his cheeks.

Grabbing his hips and lubing up her cock she slid the head into him. His cock swelled more in the confines between his body and the bed and he wanted to push back, but she held him tight. Straddling his legs, she slipped her cock further into his ass. The pressure the harness created on her clit was unbearably sweet, but frustrating as she slowly fucked him, rocking him and his very hard cock against the bed.

As his body moved and he was crushed against the bed, he tried to get his hand under himself to wrap around his shaft. She grabbed it and pulled it behind his back, cuffing it to her harness. As she moved, his restrained hand moved also, almost as if he were leading her cock into him. If he wanted control of his hand, and instinctively tried to pull it away, he pulled her cock deeper into him. Such exquisite torture....

The more she moved, the tighter she held him and the more he discovered that he wanted to struggle and buck against her. And he knew how much she loved the struggle. It was her fuel.

Once she felt his body responding and begging for more, she unclipped his wrist but held his hips tightly. It was so much hotter to have the control over how much he got to move.

As she pulled out suddenly, he moaned, surprisingly in protest. Rolling him over, she cuffed his wrists to the headboard and spread his thighs. Sliding back into him, she rubbed against his cock with her body as she fucked him.

After a few minutes, she slipped out and with a few snaps released the harness and tossed it aside. She lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, her tight, wet pussy grabbing him like a warm glove. He moaned and thrust up into her and she allowed him until she could tell he was close. Then she lifted her body off him and grabbed his slick cock in her hand and held it there.

Pulling against his restraints he finally surrendered. She had him where she wanted him, under her control.

So at that moment she relinquished control to him. She released his wrists. Nothing spoken passed between them but he knew it. He smiled and grabbed her hips, slamming her down onto his hard cock. She moaned and now it was her turn to grab the headboard.

She knew she would pay later for her control over him. At least she hoped she would pay for it. Turnabout was, after all, fair play.

Of course neither of them could be counted on to play fair. That was what made it so perfect.

But right then, at that precious moment when nerve endings fire and release, flooding each other's body, she had him right where she wanted him.



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Petulance

I've been hinting at it for weeks now. Asking for it really. Almost demanding it.

How bad do I have to be to get him to take me, flip me over, pull my panties down and give me a bare handed spanking? Not a spanking just because he likes to spank for the sake of it, but an actual "YOU ARE A VERY BAD GIRL" spanking.

I groaned in defeat last week when we had great sex but no spanking. He laughed and assured me that soon enough I would get what I deserved. I've been completely insolent for the past week, to the point where he took me seriously for a few minutes and thought I was really just being a bitch. (Moi? Perish the thought!) He prefers the term "petulant". Ok, I've been that too!

Last evening we were assured of being alone. I began reminding him of this at around 5 p.m. At 6 I announced it again. At 7 he shot me a look that kept me quiet, but at 8 I was back in rare form. I did everything but stomp my feet. He was seemingly ignoring me.

We settled in to watch Adult Swim, one of our Sunday night rituals and I was actually feeling quite bratty. He accuses me of being petulant; petulant is what he's gonna get!

Very quietly at 11:15 he turned toward me and began kissing my neck and shoulders. He moved his hands down to my panties and kneaded the flesh beneath them. My breathing quickened and I started lifting my ass almost imperceptibly, silently beckoning him to slap it.

He flipped me over and pulled my panties down. I instantly spread my legs as his hands ran up my thighs and his fingers slid between my pussy lips, very lightly touching me. Then he slid back up next to me and I was again on my side, trying to figure out how to get back onto my tummy without being too obvious.

Was he going to spank me? Give me what I wanted? What I deserved? I had no idea. I never know because he is a supreme tease.

And being dominant, he doesn't really like to be told what to do unless that's the tone for the night. And if I was being the bottom and trying to get my bottom spanked, I knew better than to start demanding it. Every good top knows that the very best punishment is denial.

Slowly his hand slides down my back, lingering over the curve in the small of my back, before descending to my left cheek. He squeezes the soft flesh and kisses my shoulder, then bites my neck. I turn my mouth to catch his, eagerly sucking his bottom lip between mine. He continues grabbing my ass as he kisses me.

And then he growls.

My eyes roll back in my head and I gasp as his hand comes down in between my cheeks, hitting my ass square in the center, heating my pussy as he does so. He grabs me and pulls me tight against his body, spanking me hard and fast.

Leaning in he whispers into my ear.

"You are a VERY BAD GIRL" he says, his voice sexually charged and low.

I nod and whimper as my pussy heats up. He knows what I want. He continues to spank me, in just the right place, with just the right pressure, just... perfect. I can feel my pussy getting wet and after 50 or so well-placed swats, he reaches down between my legs, and brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth.

I look over my shoulder as his tongue licks my juices off his fingers.

My body is in flames.

I need him inside me.

He moves between my legs, grabs my hips and lifts, delivering his cock in one fluid movement. His force sends me forward but he grabs my shoulder in one hand, my hip in the other and pulls me back onto him. I sit back and feel my naked skin against his chest.

Later, laying against him, legs entwined, my body glistening from sweat and his cum I had begged for on my skin, I ponder this thought....

Petulance Rules!

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Just an Observation

I love summer with it's festivals and outdoor music along the water, and hanging with friends in the warm air, but I love fall with it's crisp leaves crunching under my feet, and the warm vibrant colors that only appear in autumn.

But mostly I love the fact that it is cool enough at night to sleep snuggled and entwined with him, something I definitely miss on those hot, humid nights.

Reason #1 to be happy for cooler weather.

The First Time

Last night as I was drifting off to sleep I thought about the first time J and I had sex.

That first real exploration of each other. The kiss that is now electrified with anticipation and promise.

Recalling the first time I touched his naked body. How warm his skin was. Remembering his fingers tracing a faint invisible line over my entire body, not missing a spot anywhere. Laying still as he kissed and looked closely at every inch, sometimes touching, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking. And, very gently.

Or the first time I tried to overpower him. How he held me down with one hand, grabbing my wrists to keep me from helping as he teased me, slowly. Agonizing and intoxicating. My eyes rolled in my head and my throat was dry.

I wanted, I needed, yet I was incapable of vocally conveying what this meant. He smiled, understanding completely.

He did this thing, this amazing thing, with his fingers and his mouth. I came in ways I hadn't thought possible. I pulled at him, clawed at him. I had to have him inside me. I ached for him.

He slid between my thighs and I rolled my hips toward him, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. His cock slid into me in one swift movement and I remember the feeling as his entire length thrust upward with my hips.

I remember grabbing him and kissing him, and then biting his neck and kissing him again. I remember my nails raking down the sides of his back to his ass cheeks, before grabbing his cheeks and pulling him hard and fast into me. I remember him pulling my arms above my head and kissing me as he fucked me.

Yes, that was my drifting off to sleep thought last night.

The first time.

And how I didn't think it could get any better than that first night.

Yet, it does.

How he still does that thing with his fingers and mouth.

And it's still amazing...



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Fuck Me, or I May Be Forced to Hurt You

This is pretty much the way I felt by Thursday of this past week. J has been busy cleaning and renovating his house after the funeral and so has been less than amorous because his mind and efforts have been elsewhere. I am understanding for the first 4 to 5 days. Somewhere in between the start of the 5th day and the end, I still understand but I am trying hard to patient. By the 6th day, if there is a 6th day, I am combustible in both attitude and being. Luckily, J completely understands this in me and takes no offense nor does he see it as me being insensitive or selfish.

Thursday night I knew he couldn't be talked into anything and so I resigned myself to being patient one more day (knowing it would not go past the magic number 6). But I was so horny I thought I might literally crawl out of my skin.

Laying on my side, snuggled against him, it was nearly impossible to keep still. My nerve endings were on fire, my breathing quickened involuntarily, my hands twitched, my face flushed. He smiled and kissed me, cautiously, so as not to trip the switch that would send my body bursting into flames.

But I was already on fire. My fingertips were sensitive to every pattern, every fiber, ever hair, every touch to his skin. The smell of him, as I nuzzled against his neck, fed the lust that coursed through my veins and I seriously wondered if I would be able to sleep at all.

Friday I woke in a sullen mood, sleep deprived and distracted. I managed to make it through an entire work day and be productive to boot. Amazing what sexual agitation will do to your creativity if channeled correctly.

Last night upon settling in bed, limbs entwined, he smiles and I reach down for his cock. It's already semi-hard state lends a catch to my breathing and I feel the blood rush to my head and my clit.

Slowly and lazily I run my fingers in circles around and over the head of his cock. Soon his eyes are closed and I feel his cock jump in my hand.

My mouth waters, and I begin my slow descent...

This morning I awoke content and smiling.

"I see how it is" J says, laughing. "Fuck Me, or I May Be Forced to Hurt You."

"Yes" I purr, contentedly, snuggling deeper under the warm covers with him.

It's not like I didn't warn him.




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My Needs are Simple...

When I'm angry...
Fuck me.

When I'm happy...
Fuck me.

When I'm sad...
Fuck me.

When I'm depressed...
Fuck me.

When things are so great I am giddy...
Fuck me in celebration.

When I am stressed...
It's not as easy.
Take me, pull my hair, fuck me mercilessly, over and over until I have cum hard, so many times and you are weary, yet energized - and also completely satisfied.

Yes, my needs are simple.

JUST FUCK ME.


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Temptation Waits

Temptation Waits

I'll tell you something
I am a wolf but
I like to wear sheep's clothing

I am a bonfire
I am a vampire
I'm waiting for my moment

You come on like a drug
I just can't get enough
I'm like an addict coming at you for a little more
And there's so much at stake
I can't afford to waste
I never needed anybody like this before

I'll tell you something
I am a demon
Some say my biggest weakness
I have my reasons
Call it my defense
Be careful what you're wishing

You are a secret
A new possession
I like to keep you guessing


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My red panties

I went to bed last night in my boy cut red panties.

Sometimes it's more fun to have something for him to take off.


He twists the crotch in his fingers, pulling it tightly between my lips. Leaning down, he licks the thin silky fabric with the flat of his tongue. I feel his warm breath against my swollen clit. Sliding up my body, he bites my nipples through my bra before kissing his way back down my belly.

He slides my panties down my thighs and off.

I bend my knees and spread my legs for him.

His tongue is warm and he licks me with slow yet determined strokes.

I cum in minutes, hard and intense, grabbing his shoulders, calling his name.

I love when he takes my panties off.


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