Taking Out the Blur

Warm Little Thoughts

2013-01-15T20:30:00.000-08:00

I'm sorry that I have not posted in a while. Been a lil busy with my life outside of my wonderful world.

But I've been thinking about a shower. Its cold out and has me hiding inside. But when it's cold all I can think about is cranking on the shower, so hot that I can barely stand it, and stepping in.

PS you're always invited.

I'll leave the door open til you decide to join. I love the way you watch me. And I might always put on a show just for that reason. Grabbing my body wash that makes my body so slick and skim my hands over the curves. Slipping them over tight pink little nipples, down and around to cup my ass. It usually has you in the shower and taking over.

But I remember the one time that you held out and let me tease you. You sat down on the toilet seat opposite the shower door and let me go farther. Nothing I tried got you to move from that spot. I was finally on the floor of the shower with my legs spread, facing you and begging you to come touch me.

I wouldn't want to have that happen tonight. Just step in with me and pull my slick body against yours. Let you're dick settle between my ass cheeks and I pull my hand from between my legs making room for yours to replace it. I love how you let me lean back into you and hold me up.

I'm never sure what your lips are doing on my neck. Out of my mind I don't care just love the feel of it all. God it's good. I don't want to come like that. I want to turn in your arms and feel you in return. Run my hands down your chest, stomach, and press my curves to you and sink into a kiss so wet that our bodies are soaked ;)

At this point I don't care how the shower ends.

Built for Abuse

2012-12-13T09:01:00.001-08:00

Yours or mine?

I'm your little play thing. Always. Honestly sweet or rough it doesn't matter.

I enjoy all the times you wake me up spreading my legs and sliding in. I'm always wet for you.
Half asleep the only thing on my mind is you inside of me. You're going to come before I do. That is just how the mornings are. It leaves me with a smile on my face.

Other times when I'm in the house, I get caught up and put into a wall. Its the closest thing to being taken with you. My arms are pinned and my clothes are jerked aside or off. You always just do whatever you want. I have no idea why it is. I'm not sure what causes it.

It might be the way I look. I always try to please. I stay waxed. My legs are always shaved. My dresser is full of soft little things in either lace or satin. But I'm never wearing that when you grab me. I have on jeans or shorts and a tee. Nothing too "sexy."

I've stayed in shape. I'm not skinny but toned. My legs are long and my ass shaped and firm. They wrap around you, rock you so you slide in and out. Top or bottom you never have to do all the work. My ass is something that I am proud of. It has always tied into my legs just right, tucked. It fits in your hands with only the tiniest amount of give. Flat is something it has never been.

I'm not a lean as I was a couple years ago but I'm healthy. My stomach is flat. When you press your palm to it you can feel yourself move inside of me. My ribs you can feel. I'm nothing spectacular.

My tits are little. Pink nipples that turn bright and hot when they get hard. They are high and tight. Age hasn't gotten to them and they look nice in a tee with no bra. Being small is wonderful when you don't have to wear one. I'm glad that you like them. I can't believe that you spend so much time on them.

My hair is never the same color for too long and my blue eyes change color as well. But you always seem to be looking at my lips and not my eyes. Are you always picturing those lips around your shaft, my tongue sliding around adding to the sensation.

This body has taken such abuse from the work I've put it through. But it has rarely bruised from anyone else using it. The rare marks you have left I've asked for. Harder, deeper, I love it. Every time you slam home it radiates through my lower half. When you suck or bite hard enough to leave a mark it just makes the pleasure that much greater. I've had my ass beaten and at times its been to much. And those times when you hold me still with your hands around my throat or with a handful of hair, I just look up at you and take it all and it's never enough.

I give you as good as I get. I've made you beg with this body. I've kept it from you, fought you off on occasion. At one time you looked desperate enough that you might break. I've ridden you so hard you've had to hold on, I watched your orgasm stretch out in front of you. You didn't come but were on the edge forever. My mouth has brought you close and left you wanting, still hard and dripping with no end in the future. Its continuously teased you. And at other times sunk teeth into your shoulder, your hip, and your chest right above the nipple where it is thickest.

My hands have wrapped around you, pumped you til you almost yelled or couldn't speak at all. Left marks trailing down your back or taken the skin off of your chest when you made me scream.

I'm not as strong but there is something you love about my body. It takes your punishment and hands back it's own special brand. I do love my body. Its pleasure is derived from both sweetness and pain. So well does it fit for you.

All Wrapped Up

2012-12-04T14:46:00.000-08:00

Which is it?

2012-11-19T14:26:00.000-08:00

Pleased or Punished?

I got grabbed an pulled down hard. I landed with my ribs and stomach on hard thighs. I think that I bruised some ribs when I came down on your lap. The arm across my back didn't help any. Wiggling just made it worse, not anymore comfortable. The fabric of my shirt was already tight anyway, the position made it more uncomfortable when it was stretched against your legs. I can't stand my clothes like that.

Your let up so you could press your hand down between my shoulder blades. Your other hand moved to my hip to adjust me for your comfort. Glad I could accommodate. It starts to move from my him over my ass grazing along the outside of my pants, molding to the curve. It covers every bit of the area on both cheeks before it slides between my legs. When I try to jerk free the hand between my thighs cinches down on my pussy so hard and starts to rub. I don't care how good it feels, I don't want to be handled like this.

I'm trying to make it look like I'm uncomfortable when a short tap hits my ass like a warning shot. I'm not real sure how serious you were with that slap but I'd rather not push it and find out. Apparently there wasn't a need to provoke it on my part because after the short pause another hit with more force. Heat and pain was present on my ass cheek. I almost wish that I wasn't wearing pants. It just intensified the pain. Your hand trying to sooth the spot again didn't help at all.

I was so confused by what was happening. I wanted to scream for some reason when you ripped my pants down and off my ass. I didn't mean to panic but I had to get away. One hand still in the middle of my back and the other gripping my thigh just under my ass cheek kept me pinned. It was so hard to breath pressed to your leg. My chest still hurt.

I couldn't relax even when your hand was skimming my bare ass. There are never any panties to get in your way. I still couldn't think of why you were doing this. I didn't do anything or anger you. You would alternate between skimming with your finger tips or your whole palm. Your palm scared me the most. And I tried to feel good when you went between my legs but I was still edgy. I guess part of me liked it because I was starting to get wet. My body loves you no matter what.

I don't know how I knew you were going to spank me again. But I shrieked before it even struck. I could feel you hard against the side of me. You always said you were going to make me cry one of theses days I just didn't expect it to be so soon. I start to well up more with every stroke more out of anger than pain.

And it is starting to get wetter. The last time I flinched against your leg it rubbed just right to add pleasure. God it helped so much having something to grind against while my ass was abused.

I'm not sure if you took pity or me getting off because of it interested you more but I about screamed when you jammed two fingers into me and found my g spot. You pushing down and rubbing on that spot inside me had me bucking and gripping your leg. Its so hard to find something to ground myself to with that kind of pleasure. I was so close!

That fucking phone rang.

You kicked me off your lap and dug it out of you pocket. I couldn't believe it. I was laying sprawled on the floor when you rolled me over with the toe of your shoe and winked at me before walking off and answering your phone.

A piece of me

2012-11-15T22:21:00.001-08:00

Here is a small bit of my day for you. I'm tired. Just got off work. All I can think about is bed... and tonight, the vibrator that I'll be sharing it with. The orgasm is going to melt bones and knock me out. Sleep is going to be so good. It is going to be bliss to just switch it on and not have to do any work. Lay there with my legs spread and let it hum against my clit.

But then again, it would be even better if I had some one doing that for me. And maybe be laying on my tummy instead of my back. Have my back and ass caressed while he or she ran my toy up and down from my clit to the top of the crack of my ass... and I could just lay there. Or lips could move over my body and maybe the hands might rub my legs. As long as I didn't have to do anything.

Or a warm body above me? Something pressing me down? Then there might be a dick sliding in and out of my puss. Lips and tongue and teeth on my neck, my ear, my shoulder. Fingers would trace the sides of my body, run up my arms. And I would enjoy it... being slow fucked almost to sleep, if it wasn't for the orgasm. I do love being cover like this. Its a big, heavy, warm blanket... with attachments.

Hmmm. What about having that dick in my ass and a vibe in me? Or the other way around. I don't care. It sounds good either way. I would kinda like to be completely filled. That being said, a dick in my mouth would be a nice addition but that is really too many things going on and I wouldn't be as comfortable.

Now that I think about it and my eyes are half closed while I type, getting slow fucked to sleep sounds perfect. Damn I'm tired. And so you are all aware. This is real and its for you. Thanks for letting me share with you.

Woke Up

2012-11-08T09:56:00.003-08:00

so tired
a cheek slides along the inside of my thigh
eyes stay closed
don't try to open them
legs fall open
pussy goes molten when a tongue touches it
slow circles draw my skin tight
it throbs and drips wet
flat, wet, soft, tongue gliding up and down
getting wetter
lips slide against me

hands run up my stomach to my chest
nipples are hard and pink
knuckles skim underneath
palms completely cover them
fingers pinch
i press off the bed and into hands

no words
just moans
eyes stay closed
still not awake
not thinking

hands move down my body
trace the lines of my hips
back up
down my arms
wrapping around my wrists
jerking tight
pulling my body into an arc

I CAN'T MOVE
I'M PINNED
PANICKED
WIDE AWAKE
LEGS PINNED TOO
STILL CAN'T SPEAK
CAN'T GET LOOSE

THAT MOUTH IS MORE INTENSE
TONGUE MORE ELECTRIC
MY BODY IS STARTING TO JERK
LIKE BEING SHOCKED
SO TENSE
PRESSURE BUILDS
THINGS ARE HOTTER, WETTER

GASPING
BODY STILLS...

BODY CONVULSES
WETNESS STREAMS BETWEEN MY LEGS
I CAN FINALLY BREATH
SENSATION WRECKS MY BODY
VIOLENTLY PULL AGAINST RESTRAINTS

HELD DOWN
STILL LICKED, SUCKED
BEGGING TO STOP
STILL JERKING
MINDLESS AGAIN

FINALLY LET GO
EXHAUSTED
SATISFIED
TORTURED THOROUGHLY
BUT...

WOKE UP

A Little Touch

2012-11-05T19:18:00.002-08:00

I like the angle of my hand sliding down my stomach.
The way that my palm feels brushing the soft skin.
How my finger tips never touch any hair.
How hard it is just beneath the skin before tips meet soft lips.

I like how sensitive my clit is.
How it is so smooth and damp.
My lips are always tight.
Never in the way when I circle my clit.
With my lips pulled back I can run my fingers through the shallow trench.
Feel the sensitive spot that lays on each side.

I like how I'm instantly wet.
My fingers slip through it and strait to the center.
It is so hot there my fingers feel cold.
It throbs and pulls them in.
It clenches when I try to drag them out.
They drip.

I like dragging them back up and around my clit.
The extra lube intensifies pleasure.
It softens my touch and I can apply more pressure.
I touch each side of it and run my fingers through the creases.
Pushing down building tension.

I like to slip a finger from my other hand into my pussy.
It feels empty with out something to flex around.
I am totally complete.
I won't have an orgasm that is lacking.
I don't feel empty

I like pressing harder and moving faster before I come.
I breath more rapidly.
My body tenses.
My back arches.
And all from my own fingers.

I like the jolt when I get off.
I gasp but there is no sound or intake of air.
My back bends off the bed.
My fingers are sucked in and held.
My clit pulses under my touch.
My body keeps jerking upward.
Sensations still rock it.

I like how tired I am after.
How I gave myself something.
How relaxed I am.
Every night before I fall asleep.
I like falling asleep satisfied.

I love the way my hands feel.

I love the way my body feels.

I love how no one appreciates my touch like I do.

Office Party

2012-10-31T21:55:00.001-07:00

This came to me today in a text string so I thought I'd share... Kind of a theme recently?

+i come in ur office door behind you... u dont kno im there until you hear the lock on your door click.. before you can move i grip your shoulders...

+with both hands... pushing you back down the 2 inches u came out of your chair... holding u facing away from me... rubbing your shoulders firmly....

+working both hands up your neck and down your back... reaching over gracefully to give each breast a gentle grasp.. setting your nipples on edge...

+one hand pauses the back rub to unbuckle, unzip, and pull my jeans just to mid thigh.. my other hand still kneading your shoulders, holding you facing away..

+without warning i spin your chair to bring your warm lips around to my hard throbbing cock just in time for u to catch the first drop of pre cum dripping....

+from the end, onto your lips.. my hand on the back of your neck pulls ur head close burying my dick balls deep in ur mouth...

+i relax my grip on your neck to let u enjoy a slice of control to suck me the way u want for a few strokes of those lovely lips...

+just when i think that its enough to hav ur loins moistening i snatch u up out of ur chair catching u with one arm, and ur legs around my waist, my other...

+arm spinning the chair around behind me as i set u down on ur desk.. i tug up on your shirt freeing beautiful fair skin to the view of my anxious eyes...

+i picnh the clasp of your bra loose to see the nipples id previously set ablaze.. take one between my hungry lips as i gently and steadily undo your pants..

+once all the restraints of your clothing are released i slide ur pants off.. kissing my way down to ur panty line... those red on black lace panties....

+are soaked and turn me onto a new level i enjoy so much i leave them on u, hook a finger in them to pull them aside, exposing ur throbbing clit...

+i kiss u lightly on ur inner thigh.. move to the other side.. teasing u with warm breath to ur pussy.. kissing all around.. feeling u squirm...

+finally i tire of the teasing and take ur clit between my lips... i begin to slowly lick ur firm clit... feeling u soak my chin with your pussy... i work my...

+tongue to the compliments of your moans... changing rhythm or angle to make your moans stronger... urging you towards orgasm without speaking a word...

+ur thighs begin to quiver more violently, ur back starts to arch, i begin to taste the extra sweetness, then with a gush u come, shaking and moaning...

+i continue tongue lashing ur clit for a few more seconds... i cant take another second... i stand and thrust deep into your pussy... stroking hard and...

+fast, from tip to balls making your tits shake with each collision of our hips... that site brings me to the top... i explode deep inside you...

+the new heat and wetness surrounding my satisfied dick... i pull you up and set you on weak legs.. we slip back into our clothes and the first knock on...

+your office door comes just as i trip it unlocked.... i turn to catch your eye before stepping out... u stand leaning on your desk looking weak and...

+all undone yet as i step out the door and your boss steps in........

Thank you dear sir. You know who you are ;)

My Little Bag of Tricks

Black n White

2012-10-31T08:00:00.003-07:00

Once again... some of my favs from Google search. Maybe I'll get brave and add some of my own someday.

Text me

2012-10-30T21:01:00.000-07:00

This post is written exactly how it was sent in text messages.

*I want to back u into a chair...

*Press u down so ur eye level with my chest.

*Turn around so when I slide my pants down they slowly drag down the curve of my ass

*Leaving u face to face with a perfect ass in nothing but a lace thong

*Turn back to face u feeling ur hands run up the back of my thighs to cup my ass while I pull my shirt up n off

*Pull me in to press ur lips to the inside of my hip n lower til ur stopped by lace

*U hook ur finger in it n pull them off ur lips never stopping on their way down

*I stop u n push u back in ur seat

*Straddle u. Still up on my knees n not in ur lap so when I unhook my bra my tits bounce right in front of ur eyes

*They are already bright pink n full n tight

*Ur hands lifting them up feel amazing taking the weight off

*I lean forward so u can suck on one

*Im so wet I drip in ur lap

*Ur hands trailing up n down my back

*I slip the buttons of ur shirt free n pull it off before undoing ur belt n jeans

*I slide off ur lap n out of the chair. Dragging off the rest of ur clothes

*I stand back just out of reach n look at how hard u r

*U catch me by the leg n drag me back to u

*Ur dick slides against me. Ur lips hot on my neck

*I slide along ur dick feeling u grind up against me. Angle change n u slip in moaning

*Riding u. Ur hands gripping my ass pulling my cheeks apart. Feels so intense

*U push me off ur dick spin me n jam me back down on it making my ass shake

*I bounce my ass up n down til I lean back against ur chest. Ur hands on my chest... between my legs

*I get tight before I cum. My pussy squeezes ur dick like a fist making u cum too

*Everything is wetter n hotter than before. I drag myself off get on my knees n suck everything off u while I drip on the floor

I was rewarded for that one ;)

Airport Security

2012-10-28T08:39:00.000-07:00

I sit in the corner watching people scurry by and listening to the monotone drones of flights being called out. I never worry about what is going on in the gate area. It is so much more interesting out on the concourse. Why would I give any thought to the man sitting next to me. I never sit in the corner so I don't care who sits here. At least until his finger tips brushed my knee.
Just the tips at first. Not tentatively or aggressive. Just causal and comfortable like he had the right to. They crept over the cap to the inside of my knee and rested there. I was so stunned. I had no idea what to say. I just sat there and watched the circles that he had started to draw. I wouldn't have expected such a rough touch. With such a sharply handsome face I would have thought he spent his time in an office, not in the sun and weather doing manual labor.
I guess I should have said something to stop him but I was fascinated. The lazy circles giving way to goose bumps had started creeping up my leg. As my skin grew softer the farther he went his fingers got hotter. I couldn't believe that no one was seeing this. They all seemed to busy in their own thoughts. I was being openly violated and my skirt visibly out of place.
I finally looked up at him and the look that I got back at him was direct but did nothing to answer my questions. I didn't want to look so exposed so I pulled the jacket that I had across my lap to hopefully hide a little of what was going on.
Unfortunately this made it possible for his exploration to travel higher and find new skin. His fingers were so unbearably hot against my skin and if I would have been able to think clearly I would have squeezed my thighs together to prevent further progress.
But I didn't. Instead they slowly fell open giving him complete access to the rest of me. By the time he reached the edge of my panties I was incredibly wet and blankly staring ahead. Practically immobile all I could do was focus on the fingers now pressing against my lips.
The only thing that stopped him was a little bit of silk. And finally that wasn't enough when he hooked a finger in it and pulled it aside.
The knuckle of his finger sliding down the center of me lit me up. I sucked in a breath and pressed my eyes closed to keep from making any noise. He just kept sliding it up and down. Everything was so slick it glided up and down.
I was panting when I opened my eyes again. The second I made eye-contact he slid a fingered into me and I jerked forward against his hand. I watched his face while he stroked me. Every time I thought I would be close to coming he would stop, forcing me to calm back down, holding me down with the palm of his hand so that I couldn't grind against him.
At that point all I wanted was to come so this stranger would leave me alone or I could escape. But I was pinned by what was hot a wet between my thighs. Finally he began to stroke me again. I was getting closer than he had let me come before. He let me move against his hand while he fingered me. My body was starting to clench. I was gripping the arm rest. I was begging him without saying it. All I wanted to do was come.
I was so close to the edge when he pulled his hand from under my coat and my skirt. Completely out of and away from me. That was the first time any sound came from me. He stood up and smiled down at me when I finally sobbed. He just walked up to the gate to stand in line for premier boarding.
I stayed there with my jacket in my lap, my skirt pushed up, and my panties to one side. My thighs still slick and now pressed together to hold in the feeling of his fingers. I wanted to cry. I was so close. I wanted, needed to get off.
After handing his ticket to the gate attendant, he turn back to admire his work. Seeming satisfied he put his still wet finger to his mouth and sucked on it... That's when I started to cry.

Alternate ending in comments.
My Little Bag of Tricks

2012-10-27T10:47:00.000-07:00

These are some of my favs that I found on google the other day.

In a Crowded Room

2012-10-23T21:33:00.001-07:00

Dear Lord this man is boring. Feigning interest really isn't that hard but this man is making it unbearable. I really don't care to know anything about what he is preaching or describing. I'm really not sure which. That is how much I don't care.
O well it gives me time to think about the wire sticking up out of the waste band of my tiny little thong. Thankfully I am wearing jeans tonight. I would have hated to think of what would have happened if I couldn't have kept the little remote pink bullet deep inside of me. Which reminds me that my charming date has left me stranded here with this dull stranger. I can't seem to see him anywhere in this gathering. I'm trying not to be rude while I look around.
I have no idea how I let him talk me into doing this at this party. It would have been so much easier to remain incognito in a larger crowd. About that time, my knees almost give when the first pulse in my lower abdomen, followed by other short bursts. I have no idea where he is but I know that he can see me and is enjoying the show and my bright red face as I try to politely excuse myself.
Its not easy to walk or concentrate when your also being blissed out of your mind at the same time. Who would have ever thought that I would be lucky enough to find a chair in the corner to more quietly collect myself.
Big mistake. Sitting just pressed my jeans tighter to my dripping little lips and intensified the sensations. I simultaneously loved him and hated him for this. I stared blankly at the people standing oblivious to my extreme pleasure. It only made it better. I tried to fight the urge to rub my thighs together. Crossing my legs was not helping either.
He tormented me. Turning it off randomly and making me wait for the next jolting relief. I jumped every time and my eyes glazed. I know he loves this. If we were in private neither of us would last. And I still couldn't see him. Finally, the intervals of vibration got longer and the pauses were not there as often. I swear I was going to scream and draw everyone's attention. I was finally biting my lip and shifting in my chair rubbing my legs together when the pulsing started. On and off in short bursts. I was sweating, every part of my body now wet.
Everything inside was tightening and my pussy was starting to grip the vibrator inside me. I was so close, on the edge when it stopped. I pried my eyes open. I wanted to beg someone anyone to turn it back on. To find him and make him finish me.
I was about to cry when right in front of me and about twenty feet away he stepped through the crowd and my body vibrated at the same time, shoving me violently over the edge. I came so hard, my nails gripping the chair, my legs bent as far back under me as possible and my lip bleeding from the bit marks.
When I was spent and slumped in that life saving chair, he just looked smug and so incredibly hard. All I wanted was for him to carry me home and start me all over again.
Instead I was to stay there at that party and be buzzed at random the rest of the night.

My Little Bag of Tricks - Where His toy can be found

I've been here have you?

2012-10-11T10:38:00.002-07:00

I plan on having a story to go with this in the near future. Watch for it.

My Little Bag of Tricks- Where I go for fun.

Simple

2012-10-11T10:22:00.000-07:00

I've tried and tried to make this sound poetic or flow, but I don't think it fits.

Any time you are on a concrete floor in a dark basement its not poetic. It's just hard and dark like the floor you're being pressed to.

It started sweet, being kissed. Almost loved on by lips, soft and full, nothing like the rest of the body.

No force was used. He was just on top of me pressing down. So heavy. So you can feel every part of someones body. Not the body that I remember from before. Never pinned so hard.

Every inch of skin was smooth. There was no give to him at all. Everything was tight and hard. The most perfect body that I had ever seen. Athletic, not the lean and GQ, something strong enough for purpose and abuse.

Mine could tolerate more than I thought when he pressed into me. I'm always tight. As big as he was, I was stretched, feeling every inch and vein. Pressure enough to make teeth clench

His weight and the first thrust robbed my body of air. It never came back. Pinned there to the floor, clinging for dear life I was blatantly used. No talking, no sounds from him. Only my moans and gasps.

I'd never had any thing so hard and dark. I got what girls want. A thorough using by a perfect body. Nothing overrated or pretentious. It was basic and perfect.

I remember doing other things that night when he asks. But nothing compares to the first time. Hair pulled so I arch off the floor into him. Wrapping my legs around him to take him deeper. The brutal continuous rhythm.

I didn't get marked with his initials or given a piece of jewelry after. That's for the new girls who he fucks in beds and not on cement floors. I was just used...

And it was perfect.

My Little Bag of Tricks- my little fantasy land... check it. My picks and wish list included.

Always appreciated

2012-10-09T13:03:00.001-07:00

If anyone would like to comment on any content that they would like to see, I would greatly appreciate it. My audience is my inspiration and I love to put on a show. Let people know about it. Thank you all!!

I'd do most any thing to please you. I only want to make you happy ;)

And there will be a little sex shop of my favorites being posted once in a while.

Im so sorry

2012-10-09T10:50:00.001-07:00

I'm so sorry that I made you cry...

I honestly couldn't help myself once I had you naked and tied.
I know you trusted me and I didn't want to abuse it.
But with you leaning over and your hands gripping the edge of the counter...
Those broad shoulders looked so relaxed...
I didn't know what I was doing when my hand struck your ass.
Every muscle in your body snapped.
Your head jerked
and your breath hissed.

I'm so sorry that I struck you.
Realizing what I did,
I wrap my arms around you,
Pressing my chest to your back,
Apologizing with soft kisses on your beautiful skin.
Moving my hands over your chest and stomach,
Trying to right my terrible wrong,
Until I feel something hard and soft brush my wrist

I’m so proud of you.
You’re so good to me.
Not wanting to ruin this for you,
I drag my hands around your hips
Lean back to see the rose colored mark
Smooth over it with my hand
Follow the curve of your ass
Down between your legs
Skimming the back of your balls with my fingertips
So tight and drawn already
I had no idea you would be this way.

I'm so stunned
I pull my hand back up
Pressing along the crack in your ass.
Your moan shocked me almost as much as you being hard
I grab something to slick down my hands
Reach around and slide them down every inch of you
You slammed into my hands
I can't hold on so I let go

I'm so pleased...
When I heard your frustration
Standing back,
I watch your shoulders heave
And admire your build
Sweat starting to sheen
You are beautiful

I'm smiling
As I reach between your legs
And stroke you from a new position
You do wonderful not to move.
But I hear you pant
I feel you tense.
I let go and stand to the side of you
Stroking you this way I can see everything
When I press my other index finger against your ass
You finally give in

I'm in awe.
I hear your trying to hold back through clenched teeth
You look like your not sure to thrust forward or lean back
With my finger finally in you I start to press not stroke
You find an amazing rhythm with my hand pumping you

I'm so wet...
Watching you like this
I've dripped
It's smeared half way down my thighs
Your lost now
Eyes shut, head back
Openly moaning with each thrust

I'm not ready...
To let you cum
I stop everything
Holding you at the base of your shaft
Pressed back onto my knuckle at the rim or your ass
"Do you want to cum?"
"Use your words, love"
Catch your breath
I can barely hear a whispered yes
I breaks my heart to see your head hung like that

I'm so sorry to have kept this from you
Its such relief
To see your head fall back in ecstasy
Your hips moving back with my hands
I firmly wrap my still slick hand around you
My strokes stay steady and unhurried
You stop moving

I'm almost scared
But keep moving
You viciously jerk twice into my hand
I watch you ride this long orgasm
The mess on my floor
Your wrist straining against your bonds
The tears running down your face

I'm so horrified
I wrench you out of your bonds
Crawl onto the counter
Pull you to me and wrap myself around you
You're so heavy and still panting
Not moving
Not holding me

I'm panicked...
Until you move your head and kiss my chest
Your arms slowly come around me
And you hang there
Our bodies slick and sticky

I'm so relieved
When you peel yourself from me and look up
I gently kiss your lips and slide from the counter
I take your hand
The shower is just down the hall

I'm so lucky you trust me
I'm so glad you came

THIS IS WHAT I USED-
Astroglide
Silk Bondage Rope

Getting the boat afloat!

2012-10-02T12:15:00.002-07:00

Everyone likes to hear what it is that gets your motor going. Well here are some of my favorites:
Voyurism
Bondage
Romance
Taboo (go figure, no animal or body fluid stuff)
Spanking
Nuru
Group
Exhibition
Plain, old, wonderful making love

Pretty broad I know. But like they say it doesn't matter what it is everyone is into that kind of thing, if it is done the right way.

But my problem lately is that I haven't been getting off. I have tried about everything in my usual arsenal but nothing is working. I can get hot n turned on but the big bang never comes. I am lacking a lot of inspiration. I am crediting much of it to stress. Oddly enough, I have never had this problem and have been stressed many times. I usually handle it the other way.

I believe that I am going to have to find a good book. Sex is nothing without the mind. And a healthy imagination isn't created by watching sex so much as it is by developing all the fine details in your head while reading erotica. SO back to the books. Proof that they can always teach you something.

So lets find something delicious and dirty and...

Slurp it down ;)

Suggested Reading I love these!!

Qucik note

2012-09-28T13:59:00.001-07:00

I have hopefully opened up the comments link so that now anyone may comment. And follow on twitter!!
If you know of anyone interested, point them this way... I love a huge audience when I put on a show... What can I say, I'm that kinda girl ;)

An old story never finished

2012-09-28T09:32:00.000-07:00

I want to gently walk u back till you press against the wall. You always look so good when we go out. Watching you dress tonight was a delightful little start to the torture of having you so close all night and not being able to act on building desires. I know the long lean lines that are hidden by your clothes so well. It isn’t hard for any woman to imagine what lies beneath with those beautiful well worn hands and the way that material skims your ass and accentuates the length of your legs. But now, I have you where I want you, where I’ve wanted you. I step in closer, slipping my hands up your chest and inhaling the tangy, spiced cent of your cologne just before brushing my lips against your neck. It’s nice the added height that these heels give me. I can access most parts of you now without having to bring you down to me. I silently thank you for your taste in shoes and the useful gift.

I hate that when I pull back to look up at you, you still wear that composed mask of control. I wish just once you would let yourself go and I could view all of the emotions that wash over your face at moments like this. I never even know what really pleases you due to the added silence that you great me with. A moan would be enough to fuel my desire to please. But since this won’t happen, my actions are to feed my hunger tonight. And, like the wonderful man that you are, you let all my senses feast on you.

One more taste of the other side of your neck and I skim my cheek along your jaw as I move my lips up to meet yours. Thankfully, you oblige me with a kiss. As always, it is light and quick before you move away, but tonight I hold you were you are. I don’t care how you feel or what you will tolerate. Once again, this is for me and I’m starving. I don’t want to be forceful but I drag your mouth down to mine and press the issue. I’m glad that you love me so much and can see how much it means to me. How much I need you to give me this. The kiss this time lasts longer and I savor every second of it. When I lightly glide my lips over yours you capture them before they move away. The thought and the technique put into these rare, lasting kisses increases my need. So that I want to cry when one is over leaving me aroused and empty. But thank you for being the one to let me end this kiss. I am still longing for more but there is so much that I need from you and your body tonight that I don’t want to become distracted.

When I look up again, it’s nice to see the slight confusion on your face, I never pull away from a kiss like that. But instead of answering your question I give you a smile and move my gaze to my hands that have started moving over your chest and down your stomach previewing the terrain that I already know so well. I can feel you watching me move lower over your belt to run my hand down your cock for a second before grabbing two handfuls of your shirt and yanking it free of your waist band.

Moving my hands under your shirt against your always warm skin makes me realize just how cool mine are when you tense and slightly gasp. No matter, as hot as you are they warm in no time. My hands make pass up your chest and back down to start undoing buttons. It’s like unwrapping a present undressing you and I can never wait to see what lies beneath. It’s not just your chest and that beautiful gold toned skin that is stretched over it but the length of the arms that hold me every night and the strength. I finally see the marks that I’ve grown to love and search for. I know that you cover them on nights like this for some reason that is always endearing but saddens me. But here they are now on those beautifully chorded hands and arms that are constantly roped in veins from hard work.

Not an inch of this skin escapes my touch as I move over it. I almost feel like weeping when I think of the years that I was unable to touch you on a whim or at will. But now you’re here and mine. I push back the tears and continue. Looking back into your face I see you read me so well, like you always do, and I think you understand. For the first time your hands move to return my touch and cup my shoulders partially holding me but allowing me what I need.

Finally done with my hands, I have to taste you. I can’t cover every inch of the broad expanse with kisses but I skim my lips down you collar bone n over hard peck till I get to wonderfully sensitive tips that can almost always draw a reaction. I flatten my tongue and lick over one as my thumb thrums the other. Switching sides I suck lightly at the opposite while my other hand moves up to slightly pinch the one I left. I finally move to trail kisses down one of you arms stopping to make sure I kiss the mark on your arm, your wrist and your hands before moving your hands up to the back of my neck. Your forearms rest on my chest as I pause to survey you once more. I never have been able to get enough of the site of your body. I can never stop thinking about how perfectly made it was for me. I could never trust my self to be this open with anyone else.

I’ve lingered long enough and decide to now completely unwrap you. I bend all the way down from being perched on top of those heels to take off your shoes and socks firs. This is the order as you know that I like you to undress. Thankfully as always you help me, lifting your foot higher so that I don’t have to reach as far. I don’t was time with your feet, as much as I love them. I want to get to the good part.

Standing, I unbuckle your belt and slowly draw it through your belt loops, for some reason I feel the tension build. It’s not visible on either of our features but I feel it none the less. Unbuttoning your pants and sliding your zipper down has the same affect. It’s impossible but I feel my blood get hotter when I think of what is underneath that fabric.

I start my way back down your chest again, spreading kisses over you ribs and stomach. I try to avoid the lines that trace your obliques because I know how you hate being tickled but I can’t help running my palms over them while I nip the patch of skin below your bellybutton. These heels are so high but if I just bend my knees to move down on you the slit in my skirt rides up perfectly to allow movement and a view, so that at the same time, you see the small valley between my breasts and that length of leg. It makes me smile to feel you twitch when my finger nails accidentally scrape your stomach as I strip the remainder of your clothes by the waist band, trailing kisses down your thighs as they go.

It’s so hard not to touch you when you are so hard right in front of my face. I love the way it presses against my hand when I stroke it in the morning. But I keep moving up. I don’t get to see you naked very often while I have my clothes on. I would rather feel your skin against mine though. I’m not sure why, but when your hands move to run the zipper down the back of my dress that I asked for help with it makes me so giddy. I some times think that it is so ridiculous that I adore those times. They are almost more intimate that making love. With my dress gone, all that I have left are my panties which barley covers anything anyway and those heels that help so much to boost me up to you.

It is so overwhelming to be pressed skin to skin with you like this. You are so warm and smooth. I can’t wait to be in your arms like this again once we are in bed. I hope this feeling never fades. How sweet of you to turn and gently drop a kiss to my forehead when I can obviously feel you pressing against my stomach. It almost felt like you were impatient. But there is no way I am going to stop to judge you right now.

HELP POOR STARVING GIRL... sorry kiddo

2012-09-28T09:27:00.002-07:00

This is a shout out to my girl. Not really related to my blog but help her out!!

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Daring Dreams

2012-09-27T20:44:00.001-07:00

I woke up from a titillating dream this morning. A little off the charts but right up my alley. I realized suddenly that I had been perched on a lap of someone that I had previous carnal knowledge of and we were sitting in the corner of his room observing this tall, soft, pear shaped red head laying face down on his bed. She was tied spread eagle with a ball gag in her mouth. I found this quite interesting considering that I had not used one or even thought to use one before. I'm glad that she had one once I realized who I was staring at. I had previous experiences with her as well as the man on whose lap I was perched. I didn't care for the way she moaned or conducted her self. It all seemed put on and an act that was grating to my nerves. I tend to let my actions speak for me.
The man that I sat a astride is an all time favorite. Large and masculine to a point, he is pure testosterone. Usually one to take direction, I was surprised to have him stroking me and looking quite the master of his domain, supervising the proceedings in his room. The light was provided by one lamp in the corner casting a surprisingly warm and romantic glow. Sitting there quite feline in my enjoyment, I was nothing short of startled when a clean cute and lean young man my age walked into the room and approached the gagged and blind folded red head.
A couple smart whacks to her as and then he crawled under her. They were the same size surprisingly but it didn't seem to matter once he slid in. All the while I was enjoying the show from my perch. Being five five sitting on such a beautifully large man's lap I felt like a favorite pet who was receiving a gift from this loving master. I really did take to the idea of being this man's favorite little toy. I could feel my pussy slip n slid against his leg when I shifted. I moved so easy being so wet.
Looking back on the bed where the other couple lay connected, I was surprised to see nothing happening. With all of her senses but one gone she looked stiff like a frightened animal on guard listening. I was sooooooooo excited upon the arrival of a fifth person in the room. Only slightly larger than the other man, he joined the couple on the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off of them except to gain reassurance from my, at this time, owner. And sure enough the second man on the bed joined the first in side the amazon's slick pussy. Slightly jealous yet glad it wasn't me, I watch the two men's hard shafts gliding against each other, wishing that I had that mush hot skin touching my body.
I was so mesmerized by the sight that I squeaked and jerked when large rough hands wrapped around my hips to lift me up n slide me oh so smoothly onto a hard waiting shaft. I was so focused on the show that I rode him absently only looking back and making eye contact when he tugged my hair to remind me who was the most important. He seemed to be gaining great satisfaction from my enjoyment of the little show that he had orchestrated.
Those two men moved inside her. Pressed against her they were calm yet persistent while she held herself still not knowing what would happen next. I'm sure that both men came eventually, leaving her dripping and not quite spent. I'm sure that once the show was over I turned on my master and regained the control that he always so willingly hands over. I may not have gotten off as usually but I take great pride in watching him give himself to me.
I wish that the last part had played out. That I could have witnessed satisfaction. But all in all, I take great pride in knowing that the whole dream could actually be orchestrated and played out in real time. What a lucky little dreamer am I ;)

2012-09-26T16:10:00.000-07:00

Today it came to my attention that women and men alike who are my age are searching for answers or at least a place to sit and chitty chat about experience which are... sexual in nature. I constantly find my self surrounded by those who are either too embarrassed to ask questions, don't know what questions to ask, or don't know where to look for answers.
So let me say that this is the place to ask and learn. I'll post hopefully once a week about the topic.

2012-09-26T16:00:00.000-07:00

This is hopefully the first of many blogs. I have decided that for my age group there are some questions that probably need answered and some stories that others might find interesting. Additionally, I am going to write about things that I find interesting and amusing. There should be a way for me to receive comments and other such things on here so if there is any direction that you would like this to go... please let me know.

To go over some basics, I am a semi recent college grad and unfortunately unemployed. On the flip side, I have time to devote to such an endeavor as this. I am not wishing to divulge further at this time but maybe further down the road.