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Posted:Dec 17, 2016 1:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 8, 2023 2:31 pm 44067 Views
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all day, my mind, my body drawn to You..... my cunt aching, deep in my womb, clit tingling, aware of my bar pressing against it, every movement, the seam of the trousers stimulating.... then my mind, wandering, distracted, wanton.... tits tender, needy... fuck its unbearable.....
i close my eyes and allow it to come...
the Red Room to start.... You are there.... im naked, exposed... body trembling in need, nothing hidden... clinging to You, torso rubbing against You, hands clutching, mouth tasting... desperate for You... desperate... grinding my sodden slit over You.... pushing You to the bed... so urgent... straddling Your body, mouth groaning, kissing, taking.... whispering, begging, pleading..... 'let me, can i, please...?.. please'...
the purest, rawest of desire, lust, want... cunt wet, hot sliding down over Your cock, gripping, clenching, alive... clit feeling obscenely swollen, grinding into You... cervix throbbing..... 'fuck,'fuck,fuck'..... sensitive nipples offered to Your mouth as i squrim and writhe on Your Cock... hair falling. passion sweating..... murmuring 'Yours, Yours... the one who needs You, the one who will do anything for You'.... as my words escape im cumming, long, pulsing, womb twisting spasms over and over.... clit burning, clinging onto this edge of ecstacy, never wanting it to end.......
then in another room...... m lying on the bed, blindfolded... i'm kneeling, massaging her feet, relaxing reflexology.... absorbed in my actions.. You watch and direct.... a remote bullet buried in my cunt or arse, unknown to m, under Your control.... she's falling, You tell her to make herself cum as we watch, as i carry on with the touch..... my fingers pressing points, her fingers rubbing pussy... my slit buzzing, twitching......
a dark room.... im lying down.... Yours fingers opening me, stretching.. dripping, pushing myself onto You...Your hand claiming..searing pain, clit licked to soothe... panting, mind drifting away into that place.. panic subsiding, surrendering..... Yours.... a Man watching... You speaking soft.. 'good girl, relax, more, more, give it all to Me'.... im dizzy.... fucked.... the Mans wanking over my face , my tits......
last room.... You are in me, cock buried deep... im sobbing.. wailing delirously ... womb screaming for Your cum.... wanting Your annointment, Your mark, Your seed....... cumming and cumming.....
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Just for me....
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Posted:Oct 27, 2016 1:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2024 9:46 am 61382 Views
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I'd been plagued, plagued by illness, nauseous migraine.... by debt anxiety, delusion and despair... by the loss of myself and reality..... suffocating, too tired of life to breathe.... of course it passes....
I'd been attempting to plan a 'meet', a session with a known guy... a guy who I would fuck in a paid for hotel room, who i would send off satisfied and I'd be left with a room, and there's the motivation, a room that maybe You could get to, to find me, curled in the corner of the shower, hair dripping, arms hugging round my knees, flesh chilled as the water has dried.... cleansed, awaiting my atonement.... the cash purified by Your desire.... this was the plan, thwarted by the non-compliance of a 'pup'... I tell You what I'd had hoped for, I want, need.... I say, 'I'm feeling rash', You reply, 'do it'.... so I do, I book a room and that night I can't sleep for my clit is aching, In my mind it's obscenely swollen, yet when I reach down to touch it's as usual, yet it burns, it won't let me rest....
The following morning I'm energised... I pack, plan, we exchange information.... I'm driving, feeling so fucking good, different in some way... morally corrupt, money found for selfish desires, money that made it 'my' hotel room, a room I should be in, giving me a feeling of strength, control, power.... not feelings to be used in any dominant way, just the reverse... I'd be there, in that room, my room, my submission, no performance because I was beholden, just freedom to maybe, just maybe reach that elusive next level...
I arrived... check in, so full of confidence... the room is perfect, fucking perfect...... a bath... a double bed, in a narrower end of the room a single bed.... two huge pillars from floor to ceiling, no windows, just vast neutral walls and a skylight hidden way up in a roof tunnel..... I set out the meats, cheese and olives I'd bought, with fruit cake, blood orange juice and of course, Coke.... receiving Your instructions I go to the bar to wait......
A drink bought, table found , in view of the main door so I can check all arrivals...my iPad with me, I read a while 'The Palace of Curiosities'... the bar begins to fill, time passes, I mail and ask if I should wait in the room, 'no' is Your answer, 'stay there a while longer'..... I log onto 'alt' and surrounded by travellers and holiday makers I cyber chat/flirt as I watch the room carefully.... then my instructions arrive... 'Go to the room by 9pm. Leave the Door ajar, lie naked, face down n the bed, understand?'.... my reply? 'Understood'......
I return to the room, high, buzzing... I nibble on some morsels, strip naked, except for a lace choker and my pendant... I decide to lie on the small bed in the corner, not instantly seen, but waiting for You to find me.... I plait my hair and lie so it falls straight down my back, my bruises still showing on my cheeks... I breathe, listen.... every sound magnified.... my imagination making every creak the door opening, every footstep Yours.... and every time I can feel, really feel, an energy, swirling around, dark, ominous yet welcome.. a sense that something was going to take place tonight.... my skin prickling, breath switching from calm to panic and back again... eyes closed falling into complete blackness, eyes open falling into complete whiteness.... the sound of my eyelashes on the pillow as I blink, interfering with my need to listen for You....
I don't sleep, but I realise I'm in a place, a zone, a meditation... beyond myself, free, flying... I'm aware the door is unlocked and as I hear people outside in the corridor I have no concern they might look in, it doesn't matter, I'm doing what I'm supposed to be and that's all that does.... I have music on quietly... it flows over me.... I've no idea of time passing, I'm cold and in my 'space' I consider 'what does cold feel like?' I focus my attention into the cold, I make the tiniest of movements, in fingers, toes, legs, my waist sucking in, cunt clenching, more each neuron firing than an actual muscle moving, I feel it all...
Becoming aware that time has passed I move... check my phone, no signal, it's 11pm.... it's possible You are in the bar, maybe with another, maybe alone, it's possible this is my task, my challenge... I think 'I'm crazy, any normal person would just get up and see', but I'm not a normal person and I don't want to be.... eventually other thoughts and concerns seep in... 'are You okay? Do You need picking up?', take over and I dress and go to the lobby for wifi....
I see Your messages.... 'tonight's not going to happen, You're sorry, unavoidable delays obstacles'... I sit there in disbelief... a rage rises, 'I'm done'... a stream of emotions, thoughts follow......
(.........I'd never do this to You, let You book somewhere and not turn up? not only ’not turn up' but give no indication throughout the day that there might be a problem.... You said 'there was a grand plan', I didn't want a fucking 'grand plan', I'd been ready for Us... one word from You and I'd of waited in Brighton, driven to get You, even now I'd come.......You wouldn't do this if I'd been m, or c, tormenting myself with that for a while.... then a devastation, a physical reaction, crushing, the disappointment too much, I think dark thoughts.. I feel them/ it rise, allowing myself to experience, fantasise, enjoy and then bury them quickly.... I laugh at myself, 'this too will pass', nothing matters, no 'One' matters.... I let my thoughts run, I imagine posting my amulet through c's door, so You know I'm done and then I feel a chuckle rise inside me at my own banal, melodramatic act... as I laugh I know I'm okay, that nothing lasts with me, emotions I mean, and I wonder how 'normal' people manage them. I realise I'm free to enjoy them, experience them safely, the negative, the rage, the power, the heartbreak because they are but fleeting........ then.... I'm angry at myself, to of let myself act this way, get in so deep, allow the need, to be rash, careless.... I walk back to the room.... this is a good thing, it's saved me, brought me back.... I'm free to explore..)
The room is waiting, my sanctuary now... I take a stolen sleeping pill and curl into the covers... sleep takes me warm, safe, happy...... I wake a few hours later... I fantasise that maybe You are on the way... coming for me, sensing my despair... I realise I don't want to waste any opportunity and get up, dress, return to the lobby.... maybe You could come tomorrow night, all might not be lost... I ask the night staff if the room's available and it is... I book it, just in case.....
The rest of the night I spend reading, watching TV rubbish, tossing and turning, at 7am I get up, sit back in the lobby, I do some work.... I get Your mail, You can't do tonight..... I'm flat again... walk back to the room with tear-burning eyes, tears that don't quite escape as I hold them back.... I realise want to cry, but I can't, so I laugh........ I bathe, clear up, dress, recover... leave and go to work...
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The Red Room...
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Posted:Oct 25, 2016 3:49 pm
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2016 3:53 am 42360 Views
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Almost a week has passed and I haven't written my account of Our latest night together... I thought maybe I wouldn't and just leave it in the memory bank, but then I think back and I'm scared it will be lost, intensity forgotten.... and I don't want that, I want to be able to look back and remember and feel and know it existed, know it was real......
We hadn't communicated much over the week before, just set the date, freed the time... I had accepted what We have, what You give to me and what You give to others...... And knowing We had the time booked, lifted me, my days lighter, my mind excited, free....
I finished work at 3pm and awaited instruction.... You mailed me that we would be in Brighton... and then the hotel name.... and then that You would check in at 5.30ish... I replied I would park up and be waiting from 5pm and I was..... i sit in my car, I put on some made up, adjust my stockings and suspender belt, all slowly, calming my mind, becoming a ritual...... ( what was I wearing? I can't remember, it's all fading.... think, think.... a green/black skater dress short)
I'm parked across the road, opposite the Hotel, on the seafront.... I see You arrive and wait to hear from You.... at 5.45 I text You and You tell me to wait, enjoy the view for a while.... I do, I watch the sun setting... I feel anxious, at one point feeling pins and needles in my hands and arms, I idly wonder if it's a kind of panic attack and then wonder if I could push myself into a full blown one..... I wait, I get annoyed, I'm always early, always waiting.... calmly, anxiously, excitedly.... there is always a point, more than one, where I think. 'I could go, I could drive away, I could do that...' and I could but I never do..... I watch You leave the Hotel and walk down the road... meeting someone? Have You plans? My thighs tingle, dread spreading through me.... the. I watch You return and still I wait..... then You text... You're in the hotel lobby waiting for me....
I leave the car, breathing slowly, why are You in the lobby? Why not the room? Mind racing, stumbling slightly in higher heels than usual.... You're sitting down and take my hand, smiling, giving me the key and pointing to the corridor.... I turn and walk... the hotel is old, narrow hallways, twists and turns.... is there someone in the room waiting? Is that what took the time? Is that why You're waiting in the lobby? Panic rising, breathe quickening as I negotiate the stairways and corridors... my legs shaking... almost losing control, of my breathing.... slowing as I approach the door, steadying, hand trembling as the keycard slips in.....
The Red Room. The room is bathed in a soft red light, the walls are black and red... it's right and it's empty.... I inhale deeply... looking around.... a chair placed at the end of the bed in front of the full length mirror.... a blindfold hanging over the back on the chair... a collar on the chair.....I know what to do.... I sit down, my dress rising exposing stockings, my breasts pushed tight in my dress, spilling over... my hair loose, I look at myself, not critically, that would spoil the moment, but with Your eyes, amorist's eyes.... I like what I see, I spread my legs, my cheeks flush, I am happy.... I tie the blindfold tight and wait.... breathing slow, deep, sinking.....
I hear You enter.... my body is alive, aware, alert.... I feel You closer, I long for that first touch.... hand on my shoulder, neck, arm, thigh.... strong, firm, secure... I feel Your eyes on me as my own rest in darkness... Your hands reclaiming, manipulating.... You tip back the chair, I don't flinch, my trust absolute.... and if I fall, well, I fall......
You strip me, attach a lead to the collar.. push me to the bed, feast on tits, cunt, neck, mouth..... Your skin cool, so smooth... I just want, need, desire..... I cum, I shake, I want to fight, I want to strain against You, We kiss, bite, fuck.... You make me stand, leaning over the bed, legs together, You take the lead to my arse, my thighs, leather moving, strokes changing, intensity increasing, Hand caressing... harder... I'm gasping, trying to hold up, wanting more, not wanting more.. stubbornly holding back my cries and tears... until the strike that makes my whole leg flinch, knees give way.... You order 'get down' as I fall to the floor... You sit on the bed and guide my mouth to Your cock... the ground soothing my flesh, My mouth instinctively suckling, calming, head resting on a Your thigh.... pain absorbed... lost in sucking, soothing sucking.... then fucking..... and falling..... a short nap.....
Time for a beer.... dress, go to the bar, talking, together.... sharing thoughts.... then return to the Red Room.... tired now, thoughtful.... bodies tender, gentle, spiritual, breathing You in, feeling everything.... Cock in me, I hear myself pleading... I need to get on You.... straddling, cunt consuming, so fucking intense, every muscle pulsing, squeezing... edging on orgasm, cumming, not cumming, not thinking, not recognising just feeling.... cuntagasms...... fucking amazing....
I whisper.... words just for You.... I never want the feeling to end......
We sleep, in the night You grab and suck on my tits, hard, forceful, more leather on my arse as I lay flat on the bed... my cunt soaking, swimming...... hips jerking... wanting to cry, tears almost there, but I can't let them go....
Hands and knees... cock deep, fucking, cunt quivering........ then.............
We finally sleep...... I wake, aware of You moving about, I don't speak, I just listen, I don't want wake and 'small talk'..... eventually You're ready and place Your hand on my arm, a kiss on my head.... and You go....
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Scene 5 - sometime in the night.......
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Posted:Oct 11, 2016 1:21 pm
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2016 3:57 pm 53342 Views
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It's dark, the ropes are gone, We both stir, Your hands on mine.... Bodies together, breathing, head buzzing... Holding Your head to my nipples... Legs splayed wantonly.... Your mouth, my mouth.... The amulet You gifted me, dragging over Your skin, stomach, groin....chain caught around cock and my mouth... Drugged like movements.... Straddling You, cunt sliding over You, gripping, holding, hips rocking, lowering breasts to Your mouth, my cunt clenching hard, needing, feeling You in me... Moving over You... Clit mashed to Your groin.... I whisper.. 'Do You want me?’ My thought delirious... I need to know, it's suddenly desperately important.... I need You to understand....
A flow of fucking, sucking, feasting on each O.other.. A moment when Your hand rests on my cunt as it trembles, I place my hand on Yours, and Your hand merges with my pussy, no beginnings or endings... Timeless... Darkness... Intimate.... Until We are done, then You whisper something to me.... In Japanese..... And we sleep.....
I hear You moving in the morning, I'm already grieving Your lose.... My body sore.. Tits heavy... Skin dotted in fingertip bruises.... You lean over me and whisper again, Your hand holding mine... And I don't want to let go......
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Scene 4 - Belt to Bowl...
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Posted:Oct 8, 2016 5:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2023 3:43 pm 55524 Views
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Time line lost... Untied on the bed, body a trembling mess... You get Your belt, one hand on my back, pressing me to bed.. The belt slapping arse cheeks, thighs... Those light kisses confusing... The belt hitting harder, harder than before, building until the soft kisses sting and burn on my flesh, hurting as much if not more than the leather... My body still, anticipating... Hands gripping the sheets.. Jolting at the harder strokes.... Wanting to cry but not wanting to break.... Heated, searing skin... Your lips brushing over... My head fucked....
Back to the floor, kneeling, still blindfolded, torso harnessed in red rope, collared neck, stockinged legs... My hair grasped up in One of Your hands as You stand before me.... Your cock resting against my face... Your give me the bowl to hold just beneath my chin, under Your cockhead.... I breathe, I'm in some zone where anything could happen.... The occasional drip of piss drops on my face, on my lips... A trickle caught in my mouth... My tongue washing over Your cockhead... Lapping each drop.... You pull back slightly and I hear Your stream hit the bowl, flowing over my lips, into my mouth... I fill my mouth, holding the piss there, then swallow.... And repeat.... No question... You stop and tip the bowl to my lips.... I pause momentarily, then drink.... Swallowing until the bowl is empty....
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Scene 3 - Rope two
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Posted:Oct 5, 2016 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2016 2:16 am 57589 Views
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We're on the bed, calming, drifting.... I feel heavy, tired.... Your breathing deepens... Your body nerves twitching muscles as You drift... I join You, moving from Your side onto my stomach..... A welcome respite I think as I settle..... But You have other plans and move from the bed... I think, thirsty? Hungry? Bathroom? But continued to rest... You sit on the bed aside me and draw my arms behind my back.. I feel rope in Your hands, become rope around my wrists... I'm passive, lying just feeling... Wrists bound, rope moving over my elbows, shoulders eased back and You tie arms, I feel a panic rise as I remember I'm don't manage with my hands behind my back very well, I get bad pins and needles, numbs hands.... But I breathe and relax into the rope until it's holding me, not restraining me..... You,move to my legs, lifting my ankles, tying them together, then fastening feet,legs to waist? There's probably I technical term of the position but I don't know it, don't want to know, I just feel it.....
I've been tied before, harnessed where I can move... Tied but feeling I could release myself if I wanted to (benefits of small wrists, though You have always accounted for them).... You move from the bed and it suddenly,occurs to me I am bound, I am helpless.... I breathe, deep slow... Controlling any rising bubble of panic.. You sit beside me again and Your presence sooths, calms, I relax, the ropes holds, becomes me... Meditatively into each breath, feeling You with me..... You move away again, i hear You moving, drinking, feel You watching... I want You close again, need You close again... Your hand rests on my skin so,where, I can't remember where, but it's there and I sink deeper....time passes.......... As You move away again, I realise my fingers are tingling, an internal struggle arises... I wriggle my fingers to ease it, I don't want to panic, I hear myself whimper as I clench my hands... I fidget, my breath quickens, pulse races... And You know. And You release... And i feel... I stretch my arms out, as You untie my legs and yank me down the bed, turning me over .. Your mouth on me, possessing, hands gripping tits, filling Your mouth.... Every nerve screaming, needing... Cumming yet not climaxing but cunt trembling, womb tighening waves of some new orgasm.....
You drag me to the floor, start fucking my mouth.... Pushing deep, then pushing me into the bathroom, into the shower.... Standing lifting my head, driving into my mouth.. Easing further... My gagging flooding mouth with salivia, gasping for air.... Throat muscles contracting, feeling the gag reflex pressing against the collar around my throat, restricted, choking.... Throat and cunt convulsing... Back to the bed... Fucking my cunt.... Filling me....
Then falling back together.... This time I'm awake, over tired, You slumber, I dress and go,to my car to get some Coke, feeling surreal, slightly stumbling, otherworldly.... I return, sip the drink... And climb into bed next to You.... You stir and speak... I stroke You, knead You, saying 'I'm awake, I'm going to annoy You'... You reply "it's nice, none gives my back and shoulder attention'. So I do... It's dark, the music beautiful, my hand travels over You stroking , caressing, firm, tender.... I get lost in the touching... Feeling.... Drowning....... Until We both sleep.....
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Scene 2 - Mirror to Bowl.....
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Posted:Oct 4, 2016 10:19 am
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2021 3:09 am 56302 Views
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The chill of the mirror soothing on my heated flesh, my tightly bound tits and nipples hard on the glass, Your body pinned against my back... My breathe laboured, legs trembling, Your weight against me holding me there.... Lowered to the floor, catching my breathe as You move to Your bag, the ominous rustle as You seek.. an implement? Hand lifting my head.... Something around my throat, fingers tighening, fastening, feeling, checking the fit... A substantial collar, of variety... I don't see it, i never see it all night, just feel it..... So I'm on the floor, red rope bound, collared, kneeling, panting hard.... The blindfold goes back on.... guided to my hands and knees... You walk away... I stay still, knowing without being told.... Listening to the music, Your movement, liquid pouring... Something placed on the floor in front of me, a Hand on my head easing it down.. A murmured 'drink'.... I find the bowl, my mouth slurping at the Coke, realising how parched I am... Blissfully drawing the dark sweetness... A 'wtf am I doing' thought swept away but a consuming sense of rightness, of gratefulness for the quenching of my thirst... I abandon myself to the action, drinking until the bowl is empty, my face wet... Feral... Primal.....
Lifted, hand in hair and pushed down on the bed... your mouth devouring tits, cunt... Moving from one place to the other, then You lay down... I move over You, caressing Your thighs and cock with my taut, throbbing tits... Sucking, kissing Your cock, balls, arse... Burying my face into Your body, wherever i can.... You flip me over, take me from behind... I gasp as Your cock slides into my wetness... Holding Your self deep inside me.... I arch back.... Just wanting, more and more and more.... You fuck, W.we fuck... The feel sweat drip from You onto me and from me onto the bed... Everything's hot, heated....
Falling limp onto the bed... You on Your back, me curling against You.... Drained, trembling.... Following You the rhythm of Your breath, drifting away into the music.......
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Scene 1 - Rope and Mirror...
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Posted:Oct 1, 2016 4:45 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2021 3:47 am 55683 Views
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Your hands on me.. Reacquainting with my body until I'm straining for every movement.... You flip me over and so so slowly tease my breasts.... Your mouth close, lips not quite touching... I arch, feel Your breathe on my nipples... It's exquisite torture, no pain or discomfort, but torture all the same... My body is screaming... A sob of frustration rises in my chest and then suddenly Your mouth takes... Slow and soft at first and I feel myself sinking, dizzy, You change from one tit to the other, pressure increasing, mouth demanding, sucking soft then hungrily.. The sensation is driving me into a frenzy, the tug on each nipple pulling deep inside until it reaches my cunt.... Still straining for You, my cunt grinding to feel You, seeking a leg, any part of You to move rock and rub against.... Holding me down You slide down my torso and Your mouth is on my slit.... I'm hot, wet, moaning at the relief of feeling Your lips, tongue, mouth on my cunt.... I attempt to relax and savour the feeling but I'm pulsing, aching.... And You claim me back with a hard orgasm.... Legs trembling, clit hard, intensely burning as I cum... Your mouth gentles on me and the climax rolls into a cunt quivering continuation of shivers and shudders..... Flowing, falling....
Then the rope.... You sit me, dazed on the bed and begin.... I feel You all around me, You are behind me, arms encompassing, binding the rope... I'm cocooned in Your concentration, I feel Your focus, not on me but on the rope... Yet the rope becomes part of me as it is an extension of You.... As You coil it to Your will around my flesh... I feel pulled to You... My ribs held firm, tits bound tight, rope clinching my waist, tight around each thigh.... Warm, secure.... Once You are satisfied You demand my attention... On the floor, kneeling, mouth workibg Your cock, hands in my hair... Growing in my mouth, my hands on Your thighs.... Dragged across the floor, pushed against the mirror on the wall... Breasts now swollen, tight crushed into the cold glass.... My face pressed hard... I look at myself... Hair all over my face, cheeks flushed, make up smeared.... My eyes dark, glazed... I recognise myself..... I see myself....
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To begin..... (Hours broken into scenes)
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Posted:Sep 29, 2016 1:20 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2024 6:01 pm 55735 Views
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To begin....
It had been a fortnight of turmoil... An intense overnight with You which had been transitional, a shift made, places reached which had frightened me.... Then the surprise from m and me, to You.. a time, enjoyed yet, which increased my fear.... A whole array of feelings, emotions, responses unleashed, with me unsure how to manage them... I was overwhelmed I think... I thought of walking away, had thought that the surprise' would make a perfect swan song.... But really, not an option.... So my place? I've needs You can meet, I'd told m that Our connection of one of mutual benefit and use, maybe that was enough... I'd take a cameo role in the Realm, invited to scenarios You planned, a willing extra, safe... I used my anger and resentment to step back, only mailing to reply, creating a distance, but not an ending... Amorist protecting self.... I built a whole tangle of negativity around it, which fed me... What I had no concept of, was the power of this dark energy would only bind me tighter... Because I was feeling... Because somehow 'this, has an energy of its own....
We meet, it's so good to see You... I'm driven, charged, strong... A wait ensues in the bar as the room isn't ready... I decide I'll have a 'drink', a vodka an orange.. Not a big deal You may think, but for me this is huge.... It's taking a leap of faith, acknowledging an intent to 'let go'.... Sitting talking, face to face, I'm inexplicity shy... Being unused to alcohol, even in the smallest amounts, I can feel it, a warmth spreading through me, an opening, a softening of edges....
You prepare the room, while I wait, then return to finish Your beer... You send me up ahead... On the bed I see the shoes and a blindfold, I change into the shoes, I have fish nets stocking and suspenders, no underwear beneath my dress....I set my iPad up to play some music...... I wrap the blindfold about my eyes and lay on the bed... The darkness comforting, sounds heightened as I wait to hear the door open..... Butterflies in my stomach.... My breathing measured....
You enter the room... Atmosphere charged... Hand pulling me up, stripping my dress, my bra, pushing me onto my front on the bed... My breaths quickened, body on instant high alert for what might be next..... Your hands oiled, on my body, strong, firm, possessing.... A massage which takes and gives, unlike anyother.... You lean over me, close.. I feel heat, I feel You... And I remember the first words You ever said to me face to face... "It's powerful, isn't it?" A touch both relaxing and demanding, drawing my responses.... I feel myself moving under Your hands, wanting, needing, trusting...... Every part of me reacting to You, every inch of skin a 'zone' to be awakened.....
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Bad Man - part 3
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Posted:Sep 20, 2016 3:30 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2020 7:53 am 54057 Views
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Flashbacks.... Your hand on my throat, arm across my throat...holding me down...
I'm sobbing, needing to cry it all out... I tell You, 'I'm vulnerable right now'... And I mean it.....
You attempt to take some photos and I'm so into what's happening I don't feel my usual reticence.... But I can't hold still, my thighs are tremoring, spine arching.....
The belt! I can't believe I forgot to add that to part 2.... Dark, hearing You pick up Your belt.... Your lips on my cheeks, so gentle, a whisper of kisses.. Then the belt, just a sharp caress, following with the reward of more whispered kisses.... Getting harder, stronger... My hips lifting seeking the belt, wanting to meet the leather.... Relishing the connection, the sting, the shock..... The possibilities....
My eyes fixed on Yours as You fuck me....
Then.....
It was 4am, I slept deep, no idea if You did, I awoke to You moving and making a drink.. My body felt heavy, relaxed, tested..... This part of the time together is the most hazy.... I know You fucked me... Feasted on my tits and cunt.... Did You use Your belt on me again?
My nipples swollen, red... Fingertip bruises on my breasts and tops of my arms...
You bathing while I sit on the bathroom floor, leaning against the bath... Talking... Then getting in behind You, arms around as You lean back against me.... Peaceful.....
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