Monday, October 17, 2011
Whore for the night
Here's a Fetlife journal entry from a new Fetlife friend who has travelled a similar road. She's even more interesting and complex than this post would suggest. But it's still a great introduction.
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The night before we are to meet he orders me go get assfucked by another guy so I am nice and sore by the time we meet. He loves to hurt me. He also texts me to dress slutty, no panties or bra. I always blindly follow his orders, and this time is no different.
I dress in a tube top, ultra-mini skirt, fuck me heels, red lips, a whole tube of mascara, and of course no bra or panties, pussy soaked wet, waiting for his call. Finally a text: where is my fucking whore? I run out of the hotel room with nothing but a buttplug and room keys in hand. I feel the disdain of the hotel concierge, then the leering eyes of the guys standing around smoking outside as I look for his car. He spots me and motions me to get in. Without saying a word he pulls down my top and start beating my tits – hard – immediately marking his fuck property as his own. Spread your legs, he says, and slams the buttplug up my ass, dryfucking it. My screams only make him fuck me harder. Only when he is satisfied that my tits are bruised deep red and my asshole is swallowing the buttplug, he pulls it out, and orders me to get out of the car.
By the time I catch my breath and pull the tube top gingerly back up my breast he has come around the car and hooks 3 fingers up my asshole and drags me out of the car with those fingers. He walks me around to the side entrance that way – skirt hiked up exposing my ass to the chilly night air, 3 fingers deep in my ass. Once inside the hotel hallway he covers my mouth to silence my moans and finger fucks me against the wall until I climax and am left panting. I feel my juices dripping down my legs as we walk down the long hallway to the room.
The second the hotel room door closes he shoves me down on the ottoman face down. He removes his belt and starts whipping my ass, and then between my legs. Oh the searing pain… I lift up my ass to give him a better target, as lashes rain down on my swollen cunt. After what feels like forever, my ass and cunt stinging badly, he does the once merciful thing for the night – rub lube between my butt cracks. Reaching for the dildo he starts pounding me hard from the getgo… I cum once, twice, 3 times… aaaaaahhhh… and I squirt all over the chair and the carpet… now his rock hard cock impales me as he drops all his weight on me with every thrust. A hard ass rape… this is what a dirty cheating fucktrash like you deserves, he growls. Just when the orgasms become too painful and I am about to beg him to stop he pulls out of my ass and fucks my throat – hard. I taste my own ass and the aroma is intoxicating. He grabs me by the hair and rams my throat over and over. I gag, I choke, drooling… he laughs, spits on my face and only pounds harder. I taste his precum, diluted by the spit that is dribbling out my mouth.
When I pull away from his cock unable to breathe anymore he drags me to the bed, pins me down, and pounds my ass again. Is this what you want whore? Yes, this is what I want! Then say it! This is what I want… this is what I want… this is what I want…! I repeat it over and over as he hammers me raw. He silences me with a pillow when I start to jumble the words and my breathless moans turn into screams of ecstasy. After another hour of turning me into a heap of quivering orgasmic flesh he finally shoots his load deep in my asshole with a grunt. I pass out as I feel him shoving the buttplug up my ass, plugging his cum inside.
Several times through the night he’d abruptly and rudely wake me up to serve his needs. He drags me by the hair to the bathroom, orders me to put my face in the toilet bowl, and pisses on me, the warm bitter liquid running down my face, into my nose and mouth as he tells me to drink it and love it. After he is done, he shakes himself, returns to bed without a word, leaving me to clean up after myself. Later he pulls me by my nipple to his cock to fluff it. In my sleepy haze I feel his cock rapidly filling and stretching my mouth. With only my spit as lube he then ass fucks me again, already raw, snarling who owns your holes whore? Who owns you? When he is finished he kicks me to my side of the bed and begins snoring again.
Early in the morning I wake up, covered in his cum, spit, sweat and piss, bruised and sore. I quietly crawl out of bed to take a quick shower before returning to my daily life of a loving wife, caring aunt, gracious friend, and a respectable member of the community. I pack up my slutty outfit from the night before and ready my conservative suit I will be wearing for the day. I have to go, I tell him. How much time do you have? The only words he uttered that night that showed even a remote concern for my needs. 15 minutes… No sooner than he says you didn’t think I’d let you leave without cum dripping out of your holes did you slut? he is once again on top of me, slamming my abused asshole with his cock, until his cock bulges, buckles and dumps another huge load of cum. I look up at the clock and I have 1 minute to spare. I slip on my panties feeling his cum oozing out and staining it, my bra over my tender breasts, then my business suit, and leave silently while he rolls back for a few more minutes of shut-eye before he too has to get up and return to real life.
For this night he was one mean cruel bastard and I was his married cheating fuckmeat whore for him to use, abuse, and degrade. Not once during this session do we make eye contact or have a conversation. :)
Reflective
Recent correspondents - and the breakthrough of being on the receiving end of some regular girl cock, of which more later - have got me to understand what this blog is all about.
At puberty, and long before I lost my virginity, I came to the conclusion that the roles imposed on us by society (me Tarzan, you Jane) made it very difficult to have a truly deep and meaningful relationship. Conventionally, you are sizing the other person up (subliminally or otherwise) as a potential life partner from pretty much your first meeting. No real surprise - the primary objective of our species is to perpetuate the species by making and nurturing babies, and beneath our veneer of civilisation that is what drives us - but not the best basis for a meeting of the minds.
Yes, I know there are people who develop a deep and meaningful connection in the context of 'conventional' relationship, but I think there are a lot fewer of those than society would like us to think there are.
So, while maintaining an apparently conventional life, I have also been searching for the unconventional. The focus on butt sex around here is no accident - not only is it an equal opportunity activity but it pushes aside baby-making activities. But for most of the posts on this blog so far, I've been in pursuit of other butts.
Well, I've finally got it together enough to put my own butt on the agenda. And suddenly everything clicks into place. My fears of compromising my masculinity have been swept aside. There is still masculine and feminine essence in the room - Yin and Yang! - to make the chemistry right. (Interestingly, a female-bodied person is still required.) But otherwise, there are no roles. She satisifes her desires with my body as I with hers. There is no sense of duty done, of liberties allowed, just two friends respecting and understanding each other.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
The agency scam
I was in one of those passages of life that we men don't allow ourselves to talk openly about; fledgling business teetering on ruin, young family making my wife even more irrascible and demanding than usual, no time for friends or recreation.
It seemed to me that I'd like to enjoy some intimate time with a female counterpart, an oasis for us both as we plodded through our deserts. But where to find her? The small newspaper ad from Rejoice Relations promised an answer.
Somehow, their office hinted at the sex industry. Shabbiness thinly covered, the walls and desks bare and impersonal. The tension lurking in the consultant who sat down to discuss my needs. The ready promise to meet all my needs. And of course, the ritual of the credit card ('discreet billing details') although the preference was for cash.
To my surprise, the first contact was offered the very next day. I already knew enough about the laws of supply and demand to expect a long wait, if not a nil result. And she turned out to be just what I was after, a middle aged mum in great shape. Friendly chat about the perils of parenting and some good, stress-relieving sex. Wanting to make the most of the magic, I requested a second contact. Same result. I was on top of the world.
The arrangements were slightly unusual. In each case, she insisted on making the arrangements, a daytime room in a city hotel and we would split the tariff. The tariff seemed a little on the high side - my share came to $140, 10 years ago - but the room was comfortable and the company good and it was affordable. She would check in and then text me the room number. The rooms were always fresh and clean, no sign of previous occupancy. We stayed exactly an hour because we were both busy people (she always had a professional office job that was hard to slip away from).
Things unravelled one day when I got out of the lift to see another guy disappearing into 'our' room. I double checked the room number and called my contact. Phone off. I retired to the park across the road to ponder. Sure enough, an hour later her phone came to life. She'd mixed me up with a cousin of the same name.
Well, it was time to stop suspending disbelief. I made another appointment with her, my last, just to confirm my suspicions. The signs were tiny, but they were there. And as if to hand me a magnifying glass, she showed up with a black eye. A cupboard door, she said.
I suppose I could have continued the 'therapy', it was doing me good. But the realisation that it was a commercial operation dulled the enjoyment.
I must say, whoever designed and managed this operation - the girls were following the same script, were well-rehearsed, and reliable - was very clever. And at the end of the day, what harm? I got to indulge a harmless fantasy at a much lower price than going to a brothel, and with a better standard of partner. She got to earn a handy income - half a dozen tricks a day, I'd guess - and still be home in time to pick her kids up from school. The hotel got to make money from surplus rooms. And Rejoice Relations got my fee. Every couple of years they phone up to see if I'd like to sign up again. I tell them I know their racket and they feign injured innocence and disappear again.
It seemed to me that I'd like to enjoy some intimate time with a female counterpart, an oasis for us both as we plodded through our deserts. But where to find her? The small newspaper ad from Rejoice Relations promised an answer.
Somehow, their office hinted at the sex industry. Shabbiness thinly covered, the walls and desks bare and impersonal. The tension lurking in the consultant who sat down to discuss my needs. The ready promise to meet all my needs. And of course, the ritual of the credit card ('discreet billing details') although the preference was for cash.
To my surprise, the first contact was offered the very next day. I already knew enough about the laws of supply and demand to expect a long wait, if not a nil result. And she turned out to be just what I was after, a middle aged mum in great shape. Friendly chat about the perils of parenting and some good, stress-relieving sex. Wanting to make the most of the magic, I requested a second contact. Same result. I was on top of the world.
The arrangements were slightly unusual. In each case, she insisted on making the arrangements, a daytime room in a city hotel and we would split the tariff. The tariff seemed a little on the high side - my share came to $140, 10 years ago - but the room was comfortable and the company good and it was affordable. She would check in and then text me the room number. The rooms were always fresh and clean, no sign of previous occupancy. We stayed exactly an hour because we were both busy people (she always had a professional office job that was hard to slip away from).
Things unravelled one day when I got out of the lift to see another guy disappearing into 'our' room. I double checked the room number and called my contact. Phone off. I retired to the park across the road to ponder. Sure enough, an hour later her phone came to life. She'd mixed me up with a cousin of the same name.
Well, it was time to stop suspending disbelief. I made another appointment with her, my last, just to confirm my suspicions. The signs were tiny, but they were there. And as if to hand me a magnifying glass, she showed up with a black eye. A cupboard door, she said.
I suppose I could have continued the 'therapy', it was doing me good. But the realisation that it was a commercial operation dulled the enjoyment.
I must say, whoever designed and managed this operation - the girls were following the same script, were well-rehearsed, and reliable - was very clever. And at the end of the day, what harm? I got to indulge a harmless fantasy at a much lower price than going to a brothel, and with a better standard of partner. She got to earn a handy income - half a dozen tricks a day, I'd guess - and still be home in time to pick her kids up from school. The hotel got to make money from surplus rooms. And Rejoice Relations got my fee. Every couple of years they phone up to see if I'd like to sign up again. I tell them I know their racket and they feign injured innocence and disappear again.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Submissives only?
Somebody over on FetLife asked a question about whether receiving anal was always a submissive act. This is the reply I posted ...
I vividly remember the first girl I came across who craved butt sex. At the time I was a Sensitive New Age Guy who considered considered anal sex to be an imposition of my perverted desires on my sweet and innocent partner.
We'd only known each other a few days and the sex wasn't going too well. I suggested anal as a make or break proposition and much to my astonishment she starting bounding around the room like a giant rabbit!
She pushed me onto the bed on my back and climbed on top. Plunged my cock into her cunt - already wetter than ever before - long enough to coat it with her juices, then lifted herself and, slowly at first, slid me into her butt. She had a couple of firecracker orgasms - the first she'd had with me - and slid me right home.
Under the circumstances, I couldn't hold off for long. "You're going to come in my *butt*?" she said excitedly and vigorously bounced up and down until I had no option but to shoot deep inside her (innocent days!) while some more firecrackers went off.
That certainly killed off the notion about anal and submission!
I vividly remember the first girl I came across who craved butt sex. At the time I was a Sensitive New Age Guy who considered considered anal sex to be an imposition of my perverted desires on my sweet and innocent partner.
We'd only known each other a few days and the sex wasn't going too well. I suggested anal as a make or break proposition and much to my astonishment she starting bounding around the room like a giant rabbit!
She pushed me onto the bed on my back and climbed on top. Plunged my cock into her cunt - already wetter than ever before - long enough to coat it with her juices, then lifted herself and, slowly at first, slid me into her butt. She had a couple of firecracker orgasms - the first she'd had with me - and slid me right home.
Under the circumstances, I couldn't hold off for long. "You're going to come in my *butt*?" she said excitedly and vigorously bounced up and down until I had no option but to shoot deep inside her (innocent days!) while some more firecrackers went off.
That certainly killed off the notion about anal and submission!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Postcards
Arrival. The moan that escapes from your lips, pressed to mine, as my hand runs down your back, under your waistband, separates the sweet curves of your cheeks, and finds the entrance we both prefer.
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The white lines of the rope across your flesh as you lie bound to the table. The matching lines, red, which arrive one by one as the tools do their job, the whimpers that come with them. Your hair falling around my cock as I force it deep into your mouth. And your greedy ass, opened so wide by my fingers and your lust that my cock almost falls into it. As I thrust and remove, thrust and remove, using you for my pleasure.
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Lying nose to nose, breasts to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock.
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The look of glee and concentration on your face as you ease your cock into me. The way you drift off to another plane as your hips get the rhythm and our bodies and minds melt together.
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The proud triumph as, kneeling between my knees, you raise your left arm and circle it with your other hand to show me how your hand, wrist, and more had just been deep inside me.
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The arch of your back and feel of your glutes as you thrust back at me, spoon fashion, your ass open and wanton, my cock buried so deep I can feel your organs. The tremor that finally starts in my toes as my body spills over the edge and floods you with my hot cum.
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Lying now, at peace. Spoon fashion, my hand cupping your breast, my belly in the curve of your back, your nates in the curve of my groin. Two as one, my lips brushing your ear. Murmuring the words you are such a clever girl.
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The white lines of the rope across your flesh as you lie bound to the table. The matching lines, red, which arrive one by one as the tools do their job, the whimpers that come with them. Your hair falling around my cock as I force it deep into your mouth. And your greedy ass, opened so wide by my fingers and your lust that my cock almost falls into it. As I thrust and remove, thrust and remove, using you for my pleasure.
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Lying nose to nose, breasts to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock.
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The look of glee and concentration on your face as you ease your cock into me. The way you drift off to another plane as your hips get the rhythm and our bodies and minds melt together.
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The proud triumph as, kneeling between my knees, you raise your left arm and circle it with your other hand to show me how your hand, wrist, and more had just been deep inside me.
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The arch of your back and feel of your glutes as you thrust back at me, spoon fashion, your ass open and wanton, my cock buried so deep I can feel your organs. The tremor that finally starts in my toes as my body spills over the edge and floods you with my hot cum.
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Lying now, at peace. Spoon fashion, my hand cupping your breast, my belly in the curve of your back, your nates in the curve of my groin. Two as one, my lips brushing your ear. Murmuring the words you are such a clever girl.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday night
More than one kind of correspondence going on here. SD, you are really something..
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We close the door behind us. My eyes are like saucers, a quiet smile on my face that belies the nervous anticipation I'm feeling. Wondering what mistreatment you have in store for me tonight.
You ask me if I have to go to the bathroom. I shake my head. No.
You have me strip naked. Ask me if I've noticed you've tidied the room. The side table that I was bent over on Tuesday night as you raped me has been cleared of all objects. You pull it out from the wall, grab me by the hair, and force me back into the familiar position. I put my head to one side, my cheek against the cool surface, and breathe out a sigh of relief, my whole body melting in submission. My Daddy, in charge. All control relinquished to him. My body and mind completely surrendering. I crave it. I never realised how much I craved it until now. I can already feel myself getting wet.
You open a drawer and pull out some cord. You kick my legs apart and lash my ankles to the table legs, then bind my body firmly to the table top, so I'm unable to move. My arms, however, are free. I wish you had tied my wrists behind my back. Gagged me. Blindfolded me. Like the dirty little slut that I am. Next time.
My ass is now at your mercy. You proceed to violate it with a variety of objects - your fingers, an Njoy plug, your cock. You grab a handful of my hair as you rape me. I let out a guttural groan and gasp, "fuck me Daddy, fuck me". You stop abruptly, I'm obviously enjoying it too much.
You leave me there for a minute or two. I can hear water running. You return and I realise it's time for my beating.
You start with your bare hand. It connects with the flesh on my backside with a loud smack. It hurts already. I don't know how I'm going to last. But I am determined to test my limits. To take whatever you want to dish out. Each smack is followed by a gentle massage over the sore area. You are strong and cruel and caring at the same time. Smack. Smack. Smack. I hear you saying something but I'm incapable of responding.
I hear you rummaging around in the drawer. A flogger. A crop. A terrible, sharp wooden implement that I later find out is a cane. It hurts terribly. I'm nearly at my limit. I lose track of time. My eyes are half slits. I'm breathing erratically, my face damp against the table top. I flinch and gasp with each whack. Somewhere in between the beatings you violate my ass again. I moan with pleasure. It's quickly replaced with pain.
Finally, my lesson taught, you release me from my bondage. You untie the cord and later tell me that at this point my cunt is literally dripping wet. You grab me by the hair again and lead me to the bed. I collapse in a heap, certain that a cuddle is coming. But instead you lie back and order me to put your cock in my ass again. I straddle you and comply. I moan as it slides in, my back arched, my eyes closed. You attach clamps to my nipples and order me to open my eyes and look at you as I fuck you, as you fuck me. I moan softly over and over again. You warn me not to cum. There's a punishment coming if I do. You lie back, hands behind your head, a smug smile on your face as you torment me.
After a few minutes, you order me to get off you. I know what I'm supposed to do next. It's your turn. Your ass. I am to worship it. Treat it gently. And to do the thing you've always dreamed about. I lean forward and kiss you, hard, passionately. My thigh is pressed up in between your legs. After the intensity of my session it feels so good just to kiss you. Taste you. Your mouth, your tongue. In that moment I am completely consumed with desire.
I lean down and start to suck your right nipple. God I love it so much. The smell of your chest. The taste of your skin. The little hairs that get in my mouth. A soft moan escapes your lips as I use my teeth ever so gently. I move to the other one and make circles around it with my tongue.
I change position. I kneel in front of you and lube up. With the fingers on my left hand, I gently stroke your ass. I look up at you. Your eyes are closed. "You're so good at this", you whisper. I grin. I know.
It's amazing the power shift. Minutes ago I was bound and at your mercy. Now you are lying here open, vulnerable, completely exposed. I lube up and slip a finger inside you. Then two. I find your prostate and massage it. Three fingers. Four. I curl my thumb into my palm and slowly ease it in. There's resistance. I stop and ask you if you're OK. You've had enough for now. We take a break and try again.
Four fingers. The thumb again. There's an immense opposing pressure. I have to support my arm with my right hand. I've fisted cunts before but this is so different. I very, very slowly rotate my hand around, trying to find the path of least resistance, until all of a sudden I feel an incredible suction and my fist slides deep into your body. We take a moment to process what has just happened. I move around inside you slowly, making gentle thrusts, but you've had enough.
I remove myself from you, show you how far I got (two inches of wrist!), wash off, and come back to bed. As is our ritual, we finish off in spoon. Your strong arms around me, holding me to you as you once again enter me. But this time it's done lovingly, with passion and caring. Deeply connecting me to you. I turn my head and watch you as you explode inside me, feeling deeply fulfilled that I have satisfied you.
It's time to go. We reluctantly untangle ourselves, wipe off, and dress. The energy in the room lingers, but it's weakening. You drive me home. In the car we chat. Digest what happened. The dynamic. The role play. Our deepest darkest fantasies played out. But we've only just scratched the surface. The possibilities from here are endless. Our journey has only just begun.
There's no aftermath from the abuse. My body is tingling. I feel calm, at peace, deeply contented. You drop me off. I kiss you, touch your chest, then disappear into the cool night.
Thank you, dear lover, for an amazing week. See you soon.
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We close the door behind us. My eyes are like saucers, a quiet smile on my face that belies the nervous anticipation I'm feeling. Wondering what mistreatment you have in store for me tonight.
You ask me if I have to go to the bathroom. I shake my head. No.
You have me strip naked. Ask me if I've noticed you've tidied the room. The side table that I was bent over on Tuesday night as you raped me has been cleared of all objects. You pull it out from the wall, grab me by the hair, and force me back into the familiar position. I put my head to one side, my cheek against the cool surface, and breathe out a sigh of relief, my whole body melting in submission. My Daddy, in charge. All control relinquished to him. My body and mind completely surrendering. I crave it. I never realised how much I craved it until now. I can already feel myself getting wet.
You open a drawer and pull out some cord. You kick my legs apart and lash my ankles to the table legs, then bind my body firmly to the table top, so I'm unable to move. My arms, however, are free. I wish you had tied my wrists behind my back. Gagged me. Blindfolded me. Like the dirty little slut that I am. Next time.
My ass is now at your mercy. You proceed to violate it with a variety of objects - your fingers, an Njoy plug, your cock. You grab a handful of my hair as you rape me. I let out a guttural groan and gasp, "fuck me Daddy, fuck me". You stop abruptly, I'm obviously enjoying it too much.
You leave me there for a minute or two. I can hear water running. You return and I realise it's time for my beating.
You start with your bare hand. It connects with the flesh on my backside with a loud smack. It hurts already. I don't know how I'm going to last. But I am determined to test my limits. To take whatever you want to dish out. Each smack is followed by a gentle massage over the sore area. You are strong and cruel and caring at the same time. Smack. Smack. Smack. I hear you saying something but I'm incapable of responding.
I hear you rummaging around in the drawer. A flogger. A crop. A terrible, sharp wooden implement that I later find out is a cane. It hurts terribly. I'm nearly at my limit. I lose track of time. My eyes are half slits. I'm breathing erratically, my face damp against the table top. I flinch and gasp with each whack. Somewhere in between the beatings you violate my ass again. I moan with pleasure. It's quickly replaced with pain.
Finally, my lesson taught, you release me from my bondage. You untie the cord and later tell me that at this point my cunt is literally dripping wet. You grab me by the hair again and lead me to the bed. I collapse in a heap, certain that a cuddle is coming. But instead you lie back and order me to put your cock in my ass again. I straddle you and comply. I moan as it slides in, my back arched, my eyes closed. You attach clamps to my nipples and order me to open my eyes and look at you as I fuck you, as you fuck me. I moan softly over and over again. You warn me not to cum. There's a punishment coming if I do. You lie back, hands behind your head, a smug smile on your face as you torment me.
After a few minutes, you order me to get off you. I know what I'm supposed to do next. It's your turn. Your ass. I am to worship it. Treat it gently. And to do the thing you've always dreamed about. I lean forward and kiss you, hard, passionately. My thigh is pressed up in between your legs. After the intensity of my session it feels so good just to kiss you. Taste you. Your mouth, your tongue. In that moment I am completely consumed with desire.
I lean down and start to suck your right nipple. God I love it so much. The smell of your chest. The taste of your skin. The little hairs that get in my mouth. A soft moan escapes your lips as I use my teeth ever so gently. I move to the other one and make circles around it with my tongue.
I change position. I kneel in front of you and lube up. With the fingers on my left hand, I gently stroke your ass. I look up at you. Your eyes are closed. "You're so good at this", you whisper. I grin. I know.
It's amazing the power shift. Minutes ago I was bound and at your mercy. Now you are lying here open, vulnerable, completely exposed. I lube up and slip a finger inside you. Then two. I find your prostate and massage it. Three fingers. Four. I curl my thumb into my palm and slowly ease it in. There's resistance. I stop and ask you if you're OK. You've had enough for now. We take a break and try again.
Four fingers. The thumb again. There's an immense opposing pressure. I have to support my arm with my right hand. I've fisted cunts before but this is so different. I very, very slowly rotate my hand around, trying to find the path of least resistance, until all of a sudden I feel an incredible suction and my fist slides deep into your body. We take a moment to process what has just happened. I move around inside you slowly, making gentle thrusts, but you've had enough.
I remove myself from you, show you how far I got (two inches of wrist!), wash off, and come back to bed. As is our ritual, we finish off in spoon. Your strong arms around me, holding me to you as you once again enter me. But this time it's done lovingly, with passion and caring. Deeply connecting me to you. I turn my head and watch you as you explode inside me, feeling deeply fulfilled that I have satisfied you.
It's time to go. We reluctantly untangle ourselves, wipe off, and dress. The energy in the room lingers, but it's weakening. You drive me home. In the car we chat. Digest what happened. The dynamic. The role play. Our deepest darkest fantasies played out. But we've only just scratched the surface. The possibilities from here are endless. Our journey has only just begun.
There's no aftermath from the abuse. My body is tingling. I feel calm, at peace, deeply contented. You drop me off. I kiss you, touch your chest, then disappear into the cool night.
Thank you, dear lover, for an amazing week. See you soon.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Rotten? You decide
Here's a gently hilarious and non-judgmental look at anal sex by rotten.com. The pictures alone are worth the trip?
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