Beauty, truth and darkness - part two.
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Posted:Jul 29, 2016 12:14 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2016 2:28 am 48270 Views
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During....
Pushing the door open, quietly, carefully, making sure it locked behind me.... Peering into the dimly lit room.... Her on her back, legs bound in Your ropes, blindfolded.... Looking relaxed... Soft, feminine.... Your head between her thighs, feasting on pussy... I strip as I watch... Then walk to the bed, my hand caressing Your back as I pass, making contact.... Then sitting on the bed as in her dream, stroking her cheek, watching as her smile grows.... You're still feasting so I caress her breast as I lean down pushing Your head away, whispering 'don't be greedy' as my mouth sinks into her wet slit.... You laugh, she laughs.... You say 'm meet amorist'... My mask falls .... I am someone again....
I go back to her cunt... Smooth, neat, tidy.... My fingers easing her lips, tongue seeking her clit.... Wanting to take my time.... But she's eager, You're eager... And somehow You're back between her legs and I'm kissing her face, my hand fondling her neck, whispering 'is this what you wanted'. She nods, murmuring yes and suddenly she's quivering, shaking and you're growling into her pussy....
The following is a blur.... Hot slick bodies, mouths, hands.... Muffled moans... You pulling her onto Your cock as I watch the pleasure in Your face.... You fucking her from behind as she licks my cunt... Looking up and You grin...... I slide away and watch You fuck her, my reaching under to rub her clit.... Feeling her body jolt as You pound hard and fast...... You growl and cum and we all flop,onto the bed... Laughing, light.... No tension.. Quite beautiful, yet I wasn't quite 'there' .....
We rest, indulge enjoy... You want more and tell me to make You hard... My move to Your cock... But You say it's too soon.... So we lie back again, she feeds You wine from her mouth and I sip my Coke from a straw.... She sucks on Your cock again.... And You quickly take me from behind, fucking hard.... I'm almost cumming.....
You roar and stop.... We all talk some more. ,,,, no drama, no pressures....
But I need to leave.... It's what I do.... I leave You and her to languish, to connect.... I dress and kiss You goodbye, Your eyes are closed, I feel invisible... I kiss her lips softly, cradling her face in my hands, needing to nurture, to soothe... I whisper. 'You're not cross are you?' She laughs and says no.....
You remain on the bed... I leave, walk alone to my car.... Because that's what I do....
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Beauty, truth and darkness - part one....
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Posted:Jul 29, 2016 9:28 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 6:46 pm 46709 Views
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So, time to write, time to process.... I've so much spinning around in my head that I'm confused which is the real version... Random thoughts poisoning actions... Innocuous actions turning toxic in my head... The truth, the beautiful, the dark.... A little of all in each ... Moments of beauty.. Moments of truth... Moments of darkness......
Before....
A girl from Your past had re-emerged... You gave me mixed messages about her.. She was 'not right for us' then 'maybe I should turn up one day when You and she are together', then 'or maybe the two of us could surprise You'... You give me her details, I make contact. I know You wanted me, You and a girl and I'd been missing that too... She and I make tentative arrangments for a surprise meet on Your return... She asks me to arrange a date with You, I tell her I can't, that's not the way 'We' work....
She and I find a date to meet before Your return.... Then... She sends me a 'dream' she'd had about us All together. A dream I said could easily be made to come true.. That idea grew on me... surprising You was always going to be tricky (though certainly not ruled out for the future) and as You had sowed that seed You probably knew it was growing... Whereas 'We' could manipulate her, feed her, her own dream.....
In the meantime You tell me 'she's becoming I pain', 'it's not going to work', You are going to 'extricate Yourself from the connection... I'm disappointed I tell You what I've been thinking, You hesitate, then agree to proceed....
The 'mind fuck' thrills me... I want her to find herself in her dream... I want to be anonymous, no-one.... There, silent, then gone.... It's beautiful to me, though I know it's amorist putting on another mask....
The evening arrives, spontaneously, rushed plans.... I sit in my car, One hour... Two hours.... I wondered if You would find a way to come outside to see me.... But knew that would be differcult.. I imagined You behind the door... Pulling me in.. Letting me feel Your hands as I need to... as she lies bound, blindfolded, wet on the bed........ Then the message 'Room 2, 10.30pm. Door will be unlocked.....'
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The maiden and the Bear......
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Posted:Jul 11, 2016 9:48 am
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2016 1:36 am 57106 Views
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I'd had no information from You... My head had been full of job interview and I sat in my car waiting for instructions thinking, I could just not check my mails.... But of course I did.... I then sat in the hotel car park, thinking I could just drive away, of course I didn't.... You mailed saying He was outside the hotel waiting, I went to gat a parking ticket and could see him... I walked back to the car thinking I could just get back in a drive away......
He was smiling as I approached, saying his name questionly..... He said 'your hairs not the colour I was expecting... ' ' I laughed asking 'are you disappointed then?' He grinned... 'Nono,I'm delighted... With everything"
We chat on the way to the room, I can't remember what, but he was friendly, relaxed... We entered the room and his demeanour changed slightly.... I had planned to tease him a little by acting as if I wasn't sure why i was there, or what you had promised.... But he got in first with 'well I've only got you for an hour so let's see how this dress comes off'....
He stood me in front of the mirror and stood behind me... Watching as I undressed... His hands reaching round to grasp my tits.... Murmuring his approval.... Kissing my neck.... "I've been told you have a good mouth so we'll start with that shall we..." He strips and lies on the bed.... Amorist's mouth does its thing..... He's growling and moaning.... A big man, not like walrus, but like a bear..... He stands saying 'let's play a little game". My mind perks a little... Maybe something interesting? Unfortunately it was only, 'I'm going to fuck you and you are going to tell me how you want it". A little something dies inside and I smile and turn onto my hands and knees on the bed.... He fucks me... It's a bit awkward, he's a big man, but very average cock and I'm a small woman.... Anyway. I moan and grind and fuck and clench... He's cums....
We lie down... He wants to talk... He asks if I'm 'with you'.. He tells me about a place in Brighton where he wants to take me, to fuck me in front of you and others... We talk a little about this.. I add another woman in the mix, he likes the idea... He says ideally he would like me, another woman and 3 guys for an evening....
He asked me to use my 'magic mouth' again.... As I'm sucking he says 'whoever taught you to suck cock was a fucking genuis...' I stop and look up... 'I'm self taught' I reply, with a grin....
He then goes down on me,, he has some skills, but I'm not there with him... I writhe and moan... Then touch myself.. He says 'yes makes yourself cum while I watch....' He touch my nipples and fingers my cunt as I rub my clit...
I can't remember if I orgasmed or not... And that disturbs me... I've never felt so detached on an attendance.... At one point he was fucking me.. I was on my back, head leaning over the edge of the bed, my hands stretched out against the wall... I opened my eyes and the blank wall was all I could see... I wasn't with my body at all.....
So... I say I have to go... He says 'you could stay.... Why couldn't you?" I answer 'He said an hour'... 'Why would he know?' I lean over him, kissing his neck whispering into his ear, "because I tell him everything".... I smile...
We dress he walks me out.... I say goodbye...
I'm talking to you later, I tell you that I don't know if I came or not, as I just 'wasn't there'.... But that amorist the actress had faked well... You said you would keep that mail, that information until you needed him angry... Or.....
This freaked.me out.. My own words used against me... A threat... I mailed 'be well S.........' The line crossed.....
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One moment in time.....
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Posted:Jul 5, 2016 1:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2021 5:28 pm 59361 Views
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I sat on your bed, massaging your feet, wanting you to feel the love in the touch... As you rested I watched your face, wondering what is it that makes you so beautiful to me... I finish and move, your eyes still closed but that smile on your face, that smile that melts me, as your hand so gently guides my face to your groin..... My lips to your cock, I sigh within, a relief to feel you...... hard, smooth, so right in my mouth, your quiet sounds of pleasure fuelling my actions.... Fingers wanting to touch you, hands cradle you.. mouth, lips, tongue caress you, taste you, explore you.... Pressing my body against yours, pressing my flesh against yours... Feeling something deep in my pussy, pulse and clench, feeling my arousal wet between my legs... A connection of arousal tight between my mouth and clit, until I can bear it no longer.... Moving upwards, burying my face into your neck, my thighs straddling over you, my wetness coating you as you slide into me... I gasp... It feels so good... My pussy alive, wanting you deeper, my clit hard, grinding against you.. The orgasm takes my breathe, my body stills, amazed at the reaction, but you don't stop.. Coaxing me to move, to take you, your arms stretching my thighs wide, opening me, your cock reaching those hidden places.. It's so intense, everything builds, you place one hand on my side, a seemingly insignificant touch, but it your touch so it thrills me... I arch back, lifting a breast to your mouth, you take it, mouth, teeth, hands... driving me crazy, the sensation overwhelming, I feel myself clinging on the brink of a climax, almost scared to let go, to fall... I feel myself screaming inside.. The cliche waves of orgasm crashing through me... It's doesn't stop, you don't stop.. I' m dizzy, body dripping with sweat, slipping off you and falling down next to you the back.... My legs trembling, body shuddering, little spasms of aftershock shivering through you, you laugh.. I laugh... Tracing the tattoo on your arm as my breath returns, the tremors still coming.....
You are hot too, I ask if you're ok, you say yes and say I can get back on top of you... I laugh, I can't my legs won't hold me... I wriggle down the bed, my mouth calming myself on your cock, suckling gently, tasting myself on you, in you... Tongue lapping savouring the mix of me and you... So good, so good.... The calm doesn't stay with me for long , the need rises again, you know and turn me on my stomach, holding my tight, fingers on my clit, cock in my pussy.. Gripping my arm, head, neck.... I love your strength, I can't move, can't pull away,can't push you off... All I can do is respond, go with it, listen to you, your words filling my head, directing my body.... I hear myself saying ' no, please stop'.... It's all too much, I can't... I can't breathe...
I can feel you smile as you carry on, a change in rhythm, a move of your fingers... Then I'm cumming, not the intense peak of climax but a continuos roll of pleasure... Pinned down, under you.. I feel myself .....
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Fun times.....
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Posted:Jun 30, 2016 12:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2024 9:48 am 61837 Views
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A return visit to the 'mad Scot'#39;, the man who brutally took me on our first meeting, then softened, mellowed, was seduced throughput subsequent encounters....
I awoke with the usual 'how can I get out of this?' Questions running through my head... Logging in hoping(?) He may of cancelled, yet feeling an excitement building.....
Stockings, a silken dress, naked underneath, high stilettos, loose hair and make up.... Butterflies sweeping around my stomach as I walk to the side gate, letting myself in. The house is silent... I walk into the kitchen, through to the dining room and He steps out... I jump, let out a little squeal of surprise... He laughs, 'I didn't mean to frightened you'....
He reaches for me, I turn and reach for Him, kissing hard... Bodies pressing close... Breathing heavy... Hands roaming over each other, tugging at clothes.... His fingers to my cunt, finding it wet and wanting.... I strip my dress free and lean over the back of a chair.... He groans and quickly undresses.... Hands back to my cunt, finger fucking, clit rubbing.... I turn and lower.. Taking his cock in my mouth... He's twitching and moaning... My mouth eager working him.... He pushes me to the floor and I push him to his back, straddling him, murmuring 'I want your cock in me'... My hand guiding His shaft in... Riding him... Grinding, tits rubbing his chest, then sitting up, hand reaching around to cradle his balls.... My cunt is throbbing, clit aching I know I'm going to cum.. I want to.... I lean down whispering... 'Oh fuck... I'm cumming, you have me, anything you want of me'... My heads spinning, cumlust taking over... I tell him to be still, to feel me cumming and he does.....
I slide off him to the floor.... Gasping, laughing, ' I wasn't expecting that''.... I turn over to my hands and legs so he can fuck me from behind, while I let my clit recover.... Then we're rolling on the floor, halfway into the hallway... He pulls out, 'come on' He takes my hand, my legs are shaking, he leads me upstairs to his bed....
We sprawl a while, touching, kissing, then I let my mouth take over..... Swallowing, suckling, licking... Kissing his balls, fingers stroking his arse... Then my hands on his cock, mouth drooling.. His humps bucking wild.... My jaw aching.... He reaches down with his hand and starts the rythum he wants... I watch, my tits nestled around him... His hand and cock bouncing into the soft flesh.... My Tongue tip reaching lapping his slit.... Then.... Watching him cum.... Rubbing my tits Into his spurting cock, coating them ....
Lying back... We laugh, we chat..... After a while we kiss.... His hand takes my cunt again, I reach back grasping the bedposts.. Straining against them..... We fuck again.....
After I tell him how much I like his bed, how 'handy' the bedpost could be... I demonstrate I stretch my hands out gripping the bars, 'so many possibilites' I say... He shakes his head..... 'I want you always fully participational....'
Some more teasing, kissing his cock goodbye..... Laughing at my mussed up hair..... He gives me cash... I smiles me laugh saying 'I think I owe you'.... He laughs and says 'next time'
I drive home... I've enjoyed my time, I've actually cum, not faked.... ..... But..... Missing.... Something....
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Taking back control...
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Posted:Jun 21, 2016 5:20 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2016 1:47 pm 55556 Views
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I need to look back, to understand why this visit was so hard, why I had felt it had destroyed me before....
2 years or so, he was just another character in the first whoredom chapter.. In my mind I called him 'pup... Puppy eyes, so eager to please, practically panting from the moment we met... He was probably the most inexperienced of them... Certainly no challenge... In the beginning I would ask him to take off my shoes, he would bring strawberries to eat from my body (I tried not the laugh).... I met him twice at Your instruction.. And then, after You had been away so long, 'the web of Ours' began to unravel.... There were still the strong threads, the connection that refuses to be denied, but the finer strands unspun..... I was rather lost, drifting and decided to take matters into my own hands.... I contacted the regulars and arranged to meet, 'pup'
was the last....
It was empty, soulless, left me flat and low... I shuddered when he touched me, turned from his kisses... I endured.... And had no idea why... No purpose, yes money, cold and calculating.. But nothing else... Only disgust and shame.
Then You returned..... A new web waiting to be spun.... Talking about the past I tell You that many of the whoredom characters still mailed me, the most persistent being 'pup'. He would mail fortnightly, begging for me to meet him, wanting to 'make love' etc,etc....
You spoke of a second chapter to Whoredom and I ended up meeting 'F'.... But then 'pup' mailed again and I, of course, told You.... 'Mail him' You said, 'My '..... Of,course, I did.....
That's how I found myself sitting in the train station car park waiting for 'pup'....
I'd woken up feeling nauseous, carried a sense of dread about me all day... I decided not to 'dress up' for him, wearing leggings, a thin jumper, the only concession to my role being some 'fuck me' stilettos...
Sitting in my arms, assessing the situation.. I could just drive away, go home... Maybe he wouldnt turn up... Or he would and I'd fail, bail, break.... Thinking my body would let me down, I'd dry up, curdle inside, bowel cramping resistence.... But underneath these thoughts I knew I'd go... I'd been instructed and You had expectations....
As You had taken back the control, the conduit of my need, I was free, released... I could also now take control...
He got in the car, he had asked in a mail could go for a drink together first.... I turned to him... 'I'm not having a drink with you.. I'm going to drive to the hotel, you are going to check in while I park and I'll meet you outside...'
He pulled his sad puppy face 'oh it would be so nice, let's have a drink'.. I looked at him, putting my hand on his thigh... 'Do you feel you need a drink, if you do you can buy a drink at the hotel and bring it to the room'..
I drive, we chat... He checks in... We wait to the lift, he's fidgeting.. We step in and he pounces, hands on my bottom.. Mouth seeking mine... I laugh and push him away, he smiles and waits...
Into the room...I put my hand out... He looks, 'you want your money now ?'... I nod, he hands the cash over, I count it in front of him and put in my bag.... I close the curtains, turn on the fan... Tell him to sit down on the bed... He says 'you're really,strict aren't you'... I reply... 'No, I just know what I want...' He rests back on the bed... I pull my jumper and bra off and straddle him... He gasps, latching on, sucking,,groping.... My breast s don't let me down, nipples trigger something deep inside... Tugging at my clit and cunt... I grind over his groin, feeling him hard in his trousers... .....relaxing knowing I'm wet, I'm in control, I'm strong, I'm growing....
He releases my nipple and looks up in amazement... 'I taste milk, you have milk" I moan softly... Whispering 'I know, is that okay?' He nods.. He feasts... I murmur in his ear, 'it's very erotic for me, it's making me so wet'... My body writhing over him....
Moving off him.. I strip.. Telling him to go put the shower on and get in... He's undresses hastily and goes.. I lie down and wait a while... Stroking my cunt... Then go,into the shower, reaching behind the curtain with one hand to caress his back ... I hear him moan and I slip in behind him... Getting the soap. Reaching round, my hands grasping his hardness in slippery fingers... I wash him all,over and then kneels,down in the shower to lick my cunt... I lean back on the tiles, looking down at him, drenched in the jets as he strains his neck to bury his mouth in my slit... My fingers tangle in his hair and I tug hi,away, turning and walking with a towel to the bed... He follows, diving back between my legs... His inept tongue merely annoying me... I push him over and slide straight down onto his cock... On the other occasions he's been overwhelmed and struggled to cum, I a, determined this will not,happen today... This will be quick....
I ride him, my hands reaching back to his thighs.. His hands squeezing my breasts... He thrusting but has no rythum, so,I tell him to lie still... I work him, using my cunt to clench and pulse, telling him the beautiful lie, "I'm cumming, feel me cum'.... Leaning down..”tell me what you want'... He groans... 'I want to fuck you doggystyle, is that okay? And can I cum in your mouth?" 'Yes I croon, 'I want that'.. Knowing there is no chance on earth I'm going to swallow his load....
I move to my hands and knees and he ploughs in... I steady myself and let him fuck... Then flip over and lie him down... I've have enough... I take him in my mouth, hands fingers, salivia, tongue, lips .. The full works... Then I spread his legs a kneel between them, taking his one hand and guiding it to his cock... Encouraging him to work himself... ... I lower, my tongue stroking his balls, he jerks and moans... I slide my fingers down over his perineum, he starts to panic. 'What are you doing?' 'Shhhhhhh, relax'.... My tongue tracing his balls, finger softly stroking his asshole, not,probing, just teasing... His hand on his cock becomes frantic...my fingertip feels his sphincture pulsing.... I sit up.. Looking down as his cums.. Shooting over his own hand and belly....
Done!!! The demons excorised.... I felt joyous and he laughed with me....
I dressed.... I kissed his cheek.... I left.....
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The aftermath....
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Posted:Jun 12, 2016 3:32 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2017 6:24 am 58803 Views
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So the next day.... I'm restless but flat.. I feel alone but I don't want company... I can't get my head around it all, the why's and how's... Why, to me, it's acceptable, an achievement, energising, lifting....? Yet to others it's inconceivable... My moral compass is way off course.... How is it that I can pleasure a man who I should find physically repugnant....? Yet I can switch those response off and float above it... My mind able to make it almost something 'noble', a good deed.....?
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The power of the mind....
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Posted:Jun 10, 2016 3:34 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2018 1:18 pm 58939 Views
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I'm aware We have had encounters since Your return that I've yet to write about... I'm not sure what's held me back, maybe their intensity, too much for words... Maybe the intimacy... Maybe I finally lost myself and my words, I couldn't do the feelings, the sensations, justice.....
Anyway... Back to now... Somehow, I thought I never would, I'm meeting F, Your again... A whole myriad of reasons culminating in me sitting in the car park, changing from my casual clothes, becoming A.....
Seems fitting I should change in my car, removing my top, jeans and underwear... Slipping the body hugging dress over my head, wriggling into my thigh highs and strapping on my heels.... Make up in the mirror... Transformation complete.....
I felt sick earlier today, stomach cramping sick.... But now I'm calm, I'm totally in the 'present', each step, each thought, focused... I enter the Hotel and go into the rest rooms... Shut the toilet door and take deep breathes... Eerily serene.... I know what I have to do, what I'm going to do....
I text F, 'I'm here'.... I mail You 'I'm going in'.... F is waiting by the lifts, smiling... A arrives, low cut dress revealing cleavage, I see him look... Small talk until We reach the room....
F travels in luxury.... Dim room, soft music, huge bed... I sit on the bed and take off my shoes, I have to lead with F..... I decide to turn, climb onto the bed... On my knees, shoulders to the covers.. Arse high... Face hiding in my hair and arms.... He follows joining me... His hands running over the smooth fabric of my dress, a thin barrier against my skin.. He can feel I've no panties on... His hands slip under the hem... Exploring slowly, carefully... I stay still, letting Him feel.. My thighs sliding apart... His fingers nudging at my slit.... I rock my hip a little to encourage, guiding his fingers to where I know I'm moist.... Sighing audibly as He finds my clit, fingers my cunt...
His other hand reaches under, slides into my bra and squeezes my breast... I whine softly, body moving in His hands... I'm just still, He's feeling... He's slides the dress up to my waist and moves behind me... I arch my back so my cunt is revealed and He licks and kisses gently.... Two fingers easing into me.... I feel myself wetten... I'm relieved, my body hasn't let me down...
He moves to undress and so do I, naked but in the same position.... He strokes and caresses until I push Him on His back on the bed... He's a big man, both in height and body... I have to reframe it in my head... I feel tiny against Him... I feel sad because He's a lovely man, yet I can't imagine when he last felt good about his body, when he last felt desirable.... So this becomes my mission...
We kiss, He's a good kisser and I tell him.... I lean over his face, offering one nipple then the other... He suckles gently, almost feeding... It's erotic in its own way and I feel my arousal appear.... I whisper in his ear how I'm feeling.... I crawl down over his body, caressing and kissing.. Stroking his chest, his legs, his arms... Brushing my tits over his skin... My hair dragging over his flesh... I put love and desire in my fingers....
He's passive... I wonder if he's fallen asleep... I tell him to turn over and once his on his front I massage his back and bottom... Tits pressed into him, lips all over him... I stroke his ass crack, kissing, fingers kneading my buttocks.. I hear him whimper.... Moving up next to him, easing him back round... Kneeling beside him, lifting his hands to my tits... Then turning to his groin...
He's a small man, cock buried in his balls.... My mouth works, nuzzling, licking, sucking him I it my mouth.. Tongue swirling under his foreskin, trying to tease him hard... When it doesn't happen instantly I move back to the kissing, and caressing... Then a sly glance to my watch tells me an hour has passed...
Moving back to his cock, this time with purpose... Mouth drawing his shaft from where it hides in his scrotum .... Finger and thumb, jerking softly... Suckling, moaning as I hear his whimpers and feel him kind of harden... I know he's going to cum. And I have a vision on myself throwing up in the toilets on the way out... I block it quickly, I don't allow my thoughts to go there, but I pull my lips away as he cums, caressing the spunk over his cockhead with my thumb...
I lie next to him, we're quiet for a while.... I ask him if he sees others, he says no-one since me... We chat for a while... I like him... Then I move and dress, he gets up and hands me a roll of notes... We chat a little more and I leave...
I mail you.. 'Done'. Walk to the car, wipe off the make up that survived, change back into my everyday clothes.. I force myself not to count the money until I'm home... I hadn't discussed an amount but said I trusted him to decide the value...
Phone calls from family as I drive, weaving back into 'that life'... Feeling high...
Then tired, so tired, heavy sleep....
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His return..... Salvage...
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Posted:May 16, 2016 4:19 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2016 3:02 pm 58002 Views
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There was no question as to whether I would come to You, I was always going to.... To debrief, to question, to close or to salvage.... To see what 'it' was....
From the moment You mailed saying You were returning I felt an energy.... A curiosity... Anticipation... I could enjoy the feeling, knowing there was no decision to be made, that I was going to see You, if only once.....
However the night before i couldn't sleep... Restless, anxious.... I was sick in the morning, part of my transition, the changes.... Still trying not to think... Not to ask questions....
I felt the same as I used to while driving.. To see You or to ... A kind of detachment... Entering a different space... Actions automatic... Mind in a light trance...
Then I was there..... I'd said I needed a slow, sensuous reconnecting, but I didn't think it would happen that way... How wrong I was..... The light hearted Scorpio, tender, nurturing, giving.... A reality to it it I'd not felt before....
I said to You that it was a long time since I'd been touched... Of course I didn't mean physically... But for so long, even with lover, most of the time, I 'perform' sexually, I think my actions, my responses, I get self conscious, inhibited about my own pleasures..... Worried about what 'they' are thinking, what 'they' are wanting.....
It was a liberating afternoon for me.... I wasn't worried about future meetings, I was with You and knew You would only be doing exactly what You wanted to... I could be me, let go, finally enjoy being touched body and ...... Whatever the other thing is....
Images in my mind of such closeness, bodies entwined... Of 'feeling'... of acceptance for who I am..... Hand around throat, a forced seduction, legs shaking, hair wet with perspiration, with passion.... Wanting to fight back only to make the surrender sweeter... To hurt You, only to make You feel me.... My mind blissful in not deciding, not choosing... Just being.... Just being....
So there We are.... I don't know what to come....
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One wanton moment...
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Posted:Mar 1, 2016 2:07 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2016 1:20 pm 109861 Views
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saturday night..... i was needy... feeling wanton..... i went into alt.com chatroom and scened with a couple.... only made things worse.... chatting to A Friend, telling him how i was feeling...... he told me to turn the cam on but i said no.... i wasn't looking to do that..... we chatted some more, talking desires, needs....... i was wet, tits aching... i asked him if he still wanted me to turn the cam on, he did!..... i showed him my tits, he told me to squeeze them.... my nipples quickly leaked a few drops... i felt wanton, beast like again... thighs wide, cunt wet... breasts aching, needing, wanting....... just a fuckbeast, bitch..... overwhelming sensation, my hands lifting my nipples to my mouth, tongue straining to taste the droplets, fingers slippy, coated.... then those sticky finger to clit, orgasmed almost instantly........ fucking lost in the moment...
then as soon as it came, it went......... leaving me feeling frustrated at myself..... shamed..... slept well though
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