"Please Master"
|
Posted:Feb 9, 2015 3:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2020 8:08 am
11560 Views
|
"Move towards the bed, sub, " he told her, his
tone hard. "Kneel beside it and lean over it."
She moved to obey immediately, shuffling forward the few
steps, her balance thrown by not being able to use her arms.
He did not help her, but only watched and waited as she moved
awkwardly into the position he commanded her to, managing
with some clear difficulty to lean over the bed with her
knees still on the floor. With his foot he tapped the inside
of her calves to indicate she should open her legs, which
forced her to take almost her full weight on her torso on
the bed, her legs spread wide and thighs glistening, her
hands still tied tightly behind her back. So vulnerable,
so open. He stood somewhere behind her, she couldn't
tell where, fully clothed and demanding and she trembled
now to wonder what he was about to do.
"Hmmm. Tonight you are going to shave for me, "
he told her darkly and she gulped, for her legs were already
well shaven, as were her underarms, and so he could only
mean one thing.
"Oh... Um, yes... yes Master, " she stammered,
not knowing what else to say, wishing she could see him,
but she could see little but what was directly in front of
her and the bedclothes beneath her head. "Um, Master,
do you mean..."
She heard him move, then felt him kneel down behind her,
in between her spread legs. She stiffened, feeling the
denim of his jeans against her bare legs and his hands upon
her back. He traced them across her skin, down her arms,
testing once again the bonds he had placed around her wrists.
Then he let his hands lower, over her hips and around, slowly,
to her inner thighs. She squirmed, trying not to move though
she was desperate to push back against him. She was desperate
for him. She gasped when one of his hands made its way up between
her legs and gently slipped inside her pussy.
"Yes Charlotte, " he told her firmly. "I
require you shaven at all times and presented well for me."
She was breathing fast, could only nod for the moment. "I
understand. I understand, yes."
His fingers, gently exploring over her clitoris to the
point where she had been desperately trying to think of
anything else so as not to cum without permission, tightened
suddenly. She squealed in sudden pain.
"Yes what, Charlotte?"
"Master! Yes Master!" she whimpered, his pinching
hold on her most sensitive area a lesson learned quickly.
His fingers loosened and again became gentle, stroking
her slowly once again.
"Hmmm. Do not forget again, " he warned her.
She could only nod and gasp, trying so hard not to cum. Perhaps
he knew that, for his fingers stopped and she ached for their
return, for a release he had so far denied her, but then she
heard a rustle of denim, felt movement right behind her
as he shifted and undid the button fly to his pants.
She could not help but push back now when she felt him, his
sex, his cock, at the entrance to her own body. She wanted
him so badly, but he would not let her dictate events and
kept himself there without entering her for the moment.
It was maddening, desperately maddening, and yet she was
also terrified she was so turned on that she would not be
able to help cum the moment he entered her and she did not
want to anger him. Yet he did not move and she was growing
ever more desperate.
"Master, please..." she breathed, unable
to help herself.
"You will learn, my Charlotte. Not until I say, "
he reminded her firmly and she groaned in frustration.
"I will use you for my own pleasure, whenever and however
I desire, for I am your Master and that is my right. Whereas
your pleasure is solely mine to dictate, to provide or withhold
as reward or punishment, entirely as I see fit."
"Yes Master, " she gulped, nodding quickly,
"I'm sorry, it's just that I... it's
never felt like this before..."
"That's because I know best what you need, my
Charlotte, " he told her, a little more gently. "You
must trust me to make these decisions. And you should only
concern yourself with pleasing your Master and seeing
to his pleasure, not be thinking of your own."
A deep breath, shuddering with desire and agreement. "I
do Master, " was all she said, nothing more needed,
it was simply the truth. It felt so good to give up such control
into his hands, even when she knew she may well be denied
everything her body was currently screaming out for.
"Good girl, " he murmured as he pushed a little
closer into her body and she felt a flush of pleasure for
the praise as much as she did from the physical desire to
have him there. His hands were on her hips, but he moved them
now to her shoulders, gripping her bound arms tightly as
he pushed, finally, right inside her.
She uttered a low cry at his first thrust and she pushed back
against him even as she fought hard not to cum. There was
not a lot of scope for her to move, she was pushed hard against
the bed, her legs forced apart by his own as he knelt behind
her, her arms bound behind her and gripped by him, but she
tried to respond as she could, to maximize his pleasure,
even as she fought against her own.
He dictated the speed and ferocity with which they coupled
and she found he could be infinitely gentle if he so desired
it, but more often he was not, pushing into her firmly, deeply,
sometimes roughly, making her gasp and lose herself entirely
in the sensations of him. At one point he took hold of her
hair, long and falling over her shoulders, wrapping it
around his fist and holding her by it, pulling back her head
firmly so that she was forced to arch her neck uncomfortably,
yet the more he pulled, the more she loved it. She could not
move her arms, they ached from the position they were tied
in and her wrists chafed against the cord which bound them,
but it didn't matter, she only loved it the more and
lost track of any desperate wondering as to why or how she
could feel such a way and just let herself feel it.
"Master, I... I'm sorry... please, please may
I cum, " she breathed desperately, for she would
not be able to help it soon, she knew it.
"Soon, Charlotte." His voice was firm. She
all but cried.
"Please, Master, I'm begging you, " she
sobbed, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure she
was feeling and not caring, for she was hardly able to tell
the difference between the two by this point anyway. His
only response was to thrust into her harder and she felt
him lean down, pulling back on her hair hard. His lips kissed
her bare shoulder.
"Master enjoys your pain, my love, these tears you
shed, " he murmured as he pushed into her harder now,
faster. "Cum, my love. Cum for me now."
She almost didn't realize he had finally given her
permission, it took a second before she could grasp his
words properly, but when she did she could only let go, finally,
finding the release she had for so long been so desperate
for. Her body shook, muscle spasms, as for what was the
first time since she had lost her virginity at age seventeen
she actually had a orgasm from penetration alone, and it did
not merely last a few seconds, but seemed to continue on
and on. Even as she thought the sensations were beginning
to fade, she felt him reach his own climax, pumping inside
her of her Master's cum, and maybe it was that, or maybe
she had simply misjudged her own body, but her body continued
to plateau with his and she whimpered as her muscles shook
with a further force, before finally, eventually, after
what seemed like so long possessed by the force of his power,
she was spent.
His hands, which had gripped her so roughly, were gentle
now as he laid his chest against her back and his head on her
shoulder and kissed her skin softly. He stroked her hair
and they just lay there for a moment, he still inside her,
she still bound, both of them exhausted. She realized her
face was wet with tears, though she could not remember shedding
them and for the moment she simply decided not to try and
analyze her emotions or her situation, but simply accepted
the here and now. Simply let herself acknowledge just how
wonderful it felt, still in this uncomfortable position,
but held safe in his arms, loved and protected and valued
for who she was, who she truly was.
"I am proud of you, my love, " he said then, fondly,
gently, with love. "You did so very well."
Now she did feel the tears return, born of happiness, of
love, of finally feeling like she had truly found her place
in the world. Of knowing she had done well in his eyes, the
only judge she wanted to ever acknowledge.
"Thank you Master, " she whispered, straining
her head so she could turn it and meet his eyes. He smiled
at her and kissed her again softly, before slowly moving,
pushing himself up and then out of her. He was still mostly
dressed, only his pants were around his thighs, and he hoisted
himself up to the bed beside her with some evident weariness.
She did not move, because she couldn't, she was still
bound, and he lean over the moment he was by her side and
undid the cords around her wrists gently, then helping
her kneel up straight. He raised one of her hands and kissed
her wrist where he had bound it, then the other, the red marks
around each evidence of how tight she had been tied. She
smiled to see those marks. She did not know why, but she was
proud of them.
"First things first, " he said as he lay back
on the bed. "Go get a cloth from your en suite, sweetheart."
She nodded and tried to stand quickly, then found her legs
too shaky and had to reach out to steady herself. He only
reached out to help her, looking very tired himself, but
she found once she took her time to get the feeling back into
her legs, she was okay. She did just as he had said, feeling
sticky and sore and badly in need of cleaning herself, but
she did not do that as yet, for she would see to him first.
When she returned, she knelt herself down in front of him,
cloth in hand, but hesitated unsure before reaching
out, looking up to meet his eyes.
"Good girl. Clean me up, Charlotte, " he told
her with a nod and she did so, biting her lip in concentration
as she gently used the cloth to clean over his balls, his
cock, down over his thighs, being careful to do a thorough
job. She looked up when she was finished, looking for approval
from him. He only smiled from where he still lay back on the
bed.
"Now go clean yourself up and return to me so I can hold
you, " he told her and she grinned madly, this time
able to jump up quickly without almost falling over and
dashing into the en-suite to clean herself. On her return,
he looked up and held one arm out to her and she climbed onto
the bed beside him and cuddled up in his arms as they wrapped
tightly around her.
They lay in silence for some time, he stroking her hair gently
and simply holding her to him. She looked up after a little
while and smiled impishly.
"I have bruises Master, " she declared somewhat
mischievously. "On my backside. I looked in the mirror."
He laughed. "I've never yet known a sub who doesn't
check for bruises, not to mention wear them proudly when
she finds them. Even when they do derive from punishment, "
he told her. "And so you should have bruises, my girl.
It was a hard spanking I gave you, if deserved."
"What's a sub? You've called me that twice
now."
He chuckled and held her closer. "A submissive, Charlotte,
which is you, " he said. "I'll explain
it all, love, but later. There is much for you to learn."
She accepted that, surely curious, but never doubting
his words and accepting patiently to wait until he felt
the time was right. He shifted to his side, keeping his arms
about her, so he could look directly at her and just gazed
at her for some long moments in silence. She bit her lip,
only returning his gaze, looking over the features of this
man she had known since she was very, very young. A man she
had always wanted to please and do well for, who she had always
looked to for support and protection, even when she refused
to allow anybody else to provide such for her. A man she had
loved for what seemed all her life. And she was here, now,
in his arms, naked beside him. Loved by him.
"I want you to tell me something Charlotte, "
he said after a moment. "Answer completely honestly,
I promise you won't be punished no matter what you say.
I just need to know your totally honest answer."
"Yes Master?" she murmured. It occurred to
her in the back of her head that she was already well used
to calling him such, she didn't even think of it now,
it seemed only natural. That was who he was. She gave him
that right. She gave him herself.
"Tell me why you think Richard left you. Tell me what
you feel about it, here and now."
She froze. It had been answering this question which had
earned her the spanking to begin with. But he had promised
he would not punish her, no matter what she said. He wanted
to know truly, completely, honestly, and she wanted to
tell him that she would not and could not lie to him, not even
to avoid punishment, she could only ever be honest with
him.
But it did make her stop and think, pause to reflect upon
how she truly did feel. She was no longer upset, certainly.
She was laying here in the arms of a man she had admired, idolized
and loved almost all her life, a dream she hadn't even
dared to dream before, but which had now come true. So she
could not feel sad for the loss of a with another who had treated
her so badly, as Richard had. Who had used her and abused
her emotionally, if not physically.
Yet she could hardly feel good when forced to think on it,
either. She took a breath, not wanting to answer, but she
knew she had to.
"Uh... truthfully, he probably figured he could
get no more out of me, " she said eventually, somewhat
reluctantly. "He'd got all he could from our
relationship, there was nothing left for him to take. He'd
stripped me bare emotionally. And then he moved on."
"You don't say 'I'. You no longer blame
yourself?"
Her eyes widened. She had not been thinking of that at all,
she had simply answered honestly, told him exactly how
she was feeling, how she saw the situation. But it was true.
She did no longer blame herself. That morning it had been
all she could think of, the guilt, the despair at not having
been good enough. But now there was simply sorrow she had
let herself stay so long in such an emotionally abusive
situation. There was no blame. There was no guilt. She felt
at peace with it all.
"No Master, " she whispered. "I no longer
blame myself."
He pulled her closer and held her tight, kissing her head.
"The guilt has gone?"
"Yes." It was the truth. "I guess it's...
um, I feel as if I don't need to judge myself now, Master.
I feel like.... I know you will be my judge and if I am found
wanting, you will decide upon appropriate punishment.
So I don't need to punish myself anymore."
He moved one hand to her face, then tipped up her chin so she
was looking straight at him. She could not hide her tears
then and he wiped them away.
"Do you trust me Charlotte?" he asked her softly.
"Yes, Master."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you still want me to be your Master?"
She smiled and buried herself in his arms. His closed tightly
around her and she knew he would always keep her safe. It
would not be easy, learning these new things, learning
this life which now called out to her. There would be difficult
times, things he would want her to do which would scare her,
things she wanted to do but for which he would not grant permission.
Times when she would be punished for her mistakes. No, it
would not be easy, but she would not have it any other way,
either. There was a lot she wanted to discuss with him and
she knew they would do that too, but for now she simply lay
in his arms and knew for the first time in her life, she understood
who she was, and why.
For the first time in her life, life itself began to make
sense.
"Yes, " was all she answered, with a smile.
"Master."
 |
|
|
5
Comments
|
|
Good Morning
|
Posted:Feb 1, 2015 7:03 am
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2016 12:59 pm
11093 Views
|
He slept silently in the bed, sprawled out on his back; the
blankets kicked to the floor. She crept slowly into the
room closing the door soundlessly behind her. She stopped
at the foot of the bed watching his chest rise and fall in
a steady rhythm. She crawled onto the bed between his legs
careful not to wake him. She placed her hand on the inside
of his thigh and slid it slowly higher until her fingertips
grazed his balls racking her fingernails across them and
then back down. She placed her lips close to his skin so he
could feel the heat of her breath. Then she ran her tongue
across his balls and up his cock. She flicked the tip of her
tongue along the head of his cock and then placed it in her
mouth. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, her eyes
met his. She smiled wickedly and slowly slid the rest of
his cock into her mouth. She circled the base of his cock
with her fingers and increased the pressure slightly as
she lifted her head running her tongue back and forth. His
cock pulsed as it filled with blood getting hard in her mouth.
She sucked hard on the tip before releasing it and running
her fingers up and down softly. She placed his cock back
in her mouth and slid her lips back down to the base, then
sucked on it pulling it out slowly bending it away from his
body almost reaching the tip before sinking back down again.
She increased the rhythm slowly, alternately using her
hand and mouth. The fingers on her other hand caressed his
balls as she pleasured him. He placed his hand on her head
pushing her hair out of his way so he could watch her. She
looked up at him as she released the head of his cock and then
ran her tongue around the ridge slowly.
“Good morning,” she said as she lapped at his cock like
a contented kitten.
“It looks that way,” he replied. She lowered her lashes
flirtatiously and then laughed at her own silly attempt
to be coy. She kissed the hand that he had placed on her cheek
and then licked the tip of his cock again. He moaned softly
and raised his hips when she sucked his cock back into her
mouth. He tangled his fingers in her hair as her head moved
up and down steadily. She placed as much of his cock into
her mouth as she could and stopped moving. She sucked deeply
and slowly raised her head. She placed her thumb under his
balls and pressed on the muscle pulsing there. She sucked
a little harder as she reached the head, then sank quickly
back down and he exploded in her mouth. He watched her through
half lidded eyes waiting patiently for her next move. She
looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she lowered her
head. She licked his cock, cleaning it of every drop of cum.
Slowly she crept up his body watching him intently. She
kissed him deeply the taste of him still on her lips and tongue.
“Do I taste as good as you”, she asks softly.
“Why don’t you find out”, he replied and slipped a finger
between her nether lips, into her. He pressed it in slightly,
twisting it as he pulled back out. His finger glistened
with her moisture. He rubbed it across her bottom lip waiting
for entrance into her mouth. Her tongue darted out coaxing
his finger inside. She sucked lightly on it, her taste and
his combined into an intoxicating.
She released his finger and looked down at him. Futilely
she tried to slow her racing heart. He watched the internal
battle play out in her eyes waiting for the right moment
to push her over the edge. She moved towards him slowly,
her eyes never leaving his. Her hair slid forward, it’s
long curly locks teasing along his skin as she moved closer.
She leaned over him her face inches from his; her breath
and his exchanged with each exhale. She moved forward to
kiss him, her lips barely touching his, the heat of her breath
making them moist. She exhaled slowly, teasing him, tormenting
him, but not quite touching him. She licked her bottom lip,
the tip of her tongue slipping out to caress the fullest
part of his bottom lip. He followed her as she pulled away,
his hands tangling in her hair, capturing her lips in a deep
kiss.
She gave into the kiss for a moment, lost in the warmth of
his embrace. She pulled away when she realized he was testing
her, seeing if she would submit or if she would continue.
Slowly she slid down his body, her breasts resting against
his chest her nipples slipping along his heated skin in
a shared caress. Her thigh rubbed against his cock when
she moved back up his body. She kissed him slowly, their
eyes caught in a challenge. He was taunting her, daring
her to go further.
She straddled one of his legs. He could feel her wet heat
brush his skin as she moved. He raised his leg slightly,
pressing it closer to her pleasure point. She rocked into
him and moaned sweetly her nails digging into his skin.
The pleasure she took entranced her, igniting her passion
to a fevered pitch. She bit his neck to keep from screaming
in need. Raising her leg she placed it on the other side of
his body. He could feel the scorching heat of her yearning
burn the skin of his stomach.
She moved slowly back and forth her breasts and pussy caressing
his skin. He placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing
them gently, and his thumb teasing her nipple. She pressed
closer to him, giving his mouth access to her breasts. She
straddled his chest, her pussy planted firmly against
his diaphragm; making each breath he took a tormenting
caress.
He placed one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it along
his tongue, then repeated the process on her other breast.
He kissed a path up her neck to her ear and bit the lobe delicately.
“Don’t let me distract you from your purpose”, he whispered
breathlessly, his hands skidding down her body to her backside.
He pressed her tighter to him and raised his hips in invitation.
She lifted slightly off of him and moved back slowly. She
felt the head of his cock trace her crease. He raised his
hips again breaking between her lips trying to gain entrance,
but she moved too quickly and his cock grazed her clit.
She lowered herself completely trapping him between their
bodies. Moving is a small circle she teased them both, building
his need with each movement. His fingers dug into her flesh
almost bruising her. When she could take no more she lifted
her hips and let his cock slip to her entrance. She stopped
wanting to delay the pleasure. He moaned in frustration,
wanting, needing to be inside of her. She let him slip a little
further into her then rolled her hips gently teasing him.
She leaned forward to give him a small kiss and then sank
back down swiftly, impaling herself on his cock.
She paused for a moment breathing deeply, trying to contain
her raging need. In teasing him she had placed herself in
a tempest of yearning, she wasn’t sure she could contain
her own climax until he reached his. She moved slightly,
smashing her clitoris against his pelvic bone and nearly
screamed in ecstasy. Her mind battled with her over sensitized
body trying to regain some semblance of control. She had
set out to seduce him and had in turn been seduced.
He looked up into her stricken passion glazed eyes as a tear
rolled down her cheek. He pulled her down into his arms and
held her as she battled with emotions she didn’t want to
feel.
“Let it go”, he whispered and kissed her gently. She breathed
in deeply and exhaled on a shuddering sigh. He rolled her
over onto her back and kissed his way down her stomach. He
separated her lips with his tongue rolling the tip around
her clitoris. Placing his lips around it he sucked it into
his mouth. He held it with his teeth as he flicked it with
his tongue, begging her to cum and she did. Her body vibrated
as he drank the cum from her lips. Her nails clawed at his
scalp, nearly drawing blood. Her back was bowed and her
mouth was open in a silent moan. She had actually screamed
his name, but he doubted she even realized it.
He crawled up next to her and pulled her back into his arms.
He kissed her deeply sharing the taste of her cum with her.
She lifted her leg and draped it over him. His cock pulsed
against her wanting more. His hands found her breasts and
he kneaded them, pinching the nipples. She dug her nails
into his back; her passion for him still inflamed.
She pushed him onto his back and followed him climbing on
top of him again. The time for teasing had passed and she
slid down onto his cock. She sat up taking all of him inside
of her, and then leaned back slightly, bending his cock
as it slipped out of her. She rocked back and forth only allowing
an inch or two to separate them as she clenched the walls
of her pussy around him. She moved slowly tormenting him.
He bucked against her, pressing deeper, clamoring for
completion. She began to move faster, feeling his cock
harden with each thrust.
He sat up quickly and claimed her lips in a turbulent kiss.
She wrapped her legs around his back holding him tightly.
He leaned her back and began to thrust into her violently,
his need out of control. Her nails clawed his back drawing
blood, their gentle need ignited into mindless passion.
She met each of his thrusts as he struggled to get deeper
into her. He pulled her legs up further onto his back and
sank all the way into her. She heard him moan and felt his
teeth sink into her shoulder a split second before her world
exploded in a flash of brilliant white light. He gave her
a soft lingering kiss before he pulled her into his arms
and drifted back to sleep.
|
|
|
6
Comments
|
|
Perfume, Black Stockings and Heels
|
Posted:Jan 31, 2015 6:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2016 6:52 am
9980 Views
|
I wore it for you tonight
your favorite perfume
Can you smell its fragrance
floating through the room?
I wore my soft hair down
falling loose and free
like a shimmering waterfall
for you to touch and see
I put on some soulful music
and waited for you to arrive
tonight I'll make you happy
to be a man and feel alive!
Hold me close, My Darling,
And let's just lose that shirt
And I will give you pleasure
so burning it will hurt
The candles are dancing softly
Giving off sensuous light
I'll make you forget everything
except you and me tonight
My lips are longing to kiss you
you can open that bottle of wine
we’ll make love slow and hot
taking plenty of time
My waiting arms will enfold you
my long legs wrap around
until in my ocean of love
you feel like you will drown
Beneath this silky robe
you’ll find a little thrill
I'm wearing only black stockings
Along with black high heels
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
Cabin fever
|
Posted:Jan 25, 2015 3:12 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2016 8:24 pm
10913 Views
|
Cabin fever has set in. The winter of our discontent has
begun as we see more and more snow falling, trapping us in
our home. We are getting under each other's skin. At
first it was fun to hibernate like a couple of bears, nibbling
popcorn in front of the fire, working on jigsaw puzzles
and watching videos until our eyeballs were square. But
now we've hit a wall and for a couple days now, we've
just been nitpicking and getting on each other's nerves.
This morning it exploded with full force. I don't know
if it was sheer boredom or something different, because
I cannot even tell you what started it. I know you stormed
downstairs as I was getting dressed and I heard your bowl
slam onto the table and could hear the pages of the newspaper
rumpling angrily. I fiddle with the car keys and contemplate
going for a long car drive, but there is a weather advisory
and I don't like driving in bad weather.
Then I get a wicked smile. As the anger pumps through my veins,
I feel a flash of arousal. That familiar throb inside when
I crave physical intimacy. I don't want to get dressed;
I want to get undressed. I want to burn off all our cabin fever
on each other's bodies. I had nothing else I wanted
to say, I just want to ravage you. But I also know that when
you're angry, I need to melt your ice a little so I grab
a favorite shirt of yours. Leaving it unbuttoned, I come
into the kitchen with your shirt barely covering my breasts,
showing my navel and skimming the hair at the top of my pussy.
I stand in the kitchen doorway, just watching you staring
at the paper. You are seething, and I almost turn back around
silently cursing my silly idea that we just need to blow
off some steam physically. Too late, you've seen me.
"What kind of cereal are you eating?"
I ask, amazed at the bizarre question I came up with. You
just glare at me, wondering what sort of question that is
as well. I stammer something equally ridiculous, trying
to sound logical.
"I wanted to make a shopping list for when we get out
of this house. Just didn't want to forget anything."
You still look at me like I am speaking a foreign language.
I cast my eyes downward and try to explain, blushing deeply,
"I know we're bickering, but the adrenaline
got pumping and I suddenly found myself aroused. I was wondering
if there was anything we could do about that?"
A small smile cracks the sides of your face when you realize
that I am trying to seduce you, even though it is going horribly
awry. You see my hands nervously twisting around, as a stray
hair falls into my face and I become more flustered by the
moment. I am frozen to the ground, though I want to flee back
to the bedroom. Folding the paper in half, you push your
chair back and walk towards me.
"Do you have any idea how irritated I am right now?"
I nod silently, but then gulp and say, "As much as I
am?" I continue, "But don't you think it
is more about cabin fever than anything either you are I
have done? Don't you think we're just irritable
and not even with each other, but with the stir-crazy environment?
And what better cure for craziness, then to act a little
crazy?"
I walk over to the table and hop up and sit on the table, slowly
peeling a banana. Grinning at you, I inquire, "Would
you like some banana in your cereal, or is it starting to
get mushy?"
As my bare ass is planted on the table, my legs crossed demurely,
I stretch the banana towards you, as a sort of peace offering.
You take another step towards me, and in spite of yourself,
find yourself softening. That stray hair is still hanging
in my face and you reach over to push it behind my ear as our
eyes meet.
"Would you like me to cut this for your cereal?"
You smile and know that I really don't know what to say,
but I just don't like fighting with you when I don't
even know why we're fighting. Suddenly, the absurdity
of everything strikes you too as you see my half naked body
sitting on the table holding a peeled banana.
"WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?" You ask as you
push my shoulders back so I am lying on the table. "You
just need your man to make you feel like a woman."
I respond, "I need to make my man feel like a man too."
As I say that I spread my legs apart and you see how shiny my
pussy is with the flowing juices from within. I beg, "Don't
say another word; please… you know what we both need and
want."
As you take the banana from my hand and set it on the table,
you spread my legs like a wishbone, you announce, "I'm
not hungry for food anymore."
Sticking a finger deep inside me, you crook it and tease
my g spot for a moment, and then I let out a guttural moan.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, honey…" Standing up and dropping
your pants, you stroke your cock a few times as I see how erect
he is. I am quivering now, knowing that in a moment, as soon
as you are inside me, all the frustrations will be driven
out. I am aching for you and reach between my legs and spread
my lips wide open to receive you. The deep red spot of my opening
is like a bull's-eye for all the reasons we're
on each other's nerves. "Please, " is
all I can mutter.
Like an arrow, you guide him to my opening and then just tease
me a bit with the head, inserting him slightly and pulling
out. You're in control here. You know how badly I want
to be fucked, but you aren't about to admit you need
it just as much. I arch myself to try to draw you in deeper,
but you withdraw again.
"Quit moving around, " you tell me and then
you have an idea. You'll tie my wrists to a chair. We've
played some bondage games before, but never under these
circumstances. "Wait here and don't move or
you will not get what you want." Going to the drawer
for some string, you unroll a couple feet and bind my wrists
to the chair on the other side of the table. Then you wrap
each of my ankles to a table leg and I am tied to the table like
a Thanksgiving turkey.
"So you want me inside you?" I nod my head and
find myself growing more aroused as I trust that you will
play nice. You pull another chair between my spread legs
and sit down so you are looking right at my exposed pussy.
"It looks like you haven't shaved in a while,
I think we need to do something about that, where do you keep
your razor?" I tell you where in the bathroom my electric
shaver is and you quickly return with it. Gently pressing
the lips of my pussy taut, you run the razor over the bikini
area trimming the hair back and exposing the skin. I smile
at you and tell you that you can shave as much as you wish;
it will always grow back. Though I rarely remove all my hair,
the idea suddenly seems enticing and the thought of a bare
pussy is arousing.
You start stroking the razor over my pussy, deftly removing
the thick curly hair, exposing my milky white flesh. The
vibration of the razor so close to my clit is making me squirm
a little and when you realize why I am squirming, you decide
to have some more fun with it. Holding the backside of the
razor firmly against my upper lips, you stick a finger inside
me again. Teasing me both inside and out, I am completely
at your mercy. You bring me to the brink of an orgasm and then
stop. I am panting and writhing and I breathlessly utter,
"Fuck me."
Your cock is throbbing and hard as a rock. Brushing the loose
hair off the table and off me, you survey your work. You part
my smooth rounded lips to see the soaking wet, quivering
inner pussy. I want you like I've never wanted you.
You guide your cock into me, this time no teasing just unmerciful
pounding. My smooth skin is a different feeling for you
and you rub me with your hand while you thrust in and out of
me. I begin to climb to the delayed orgasm again and you just
knead my lips harder. Thrusting harder and deeper, we are
crashing into each other over and over. I shudder with the
first wave of my orgasm as you begin to swell knowing how
hard I am climaxing. I am shaking and throbbing as you start
to shoot your juice into me. As you finish, our eyes meet
and suddenly we have no idea why we were ever angry or bickering.
Still no words are spoken, but you gently unwrap the string
from my ankles and wrists. I sit up slowly and lean into your
face and kiss you tenderly. Smiling at each other, I reach
over grabbing a spoon with one hand, the banana with the
other and say, "So about that cereal?"
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
Clean Sheets
|
Posted:Jan 22, 2015 4:04 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2015 3:00 pm
11057 Views
|
I am standing at the clothesline, hanging sheets that wrestle
with my arms. A small battle of wills and they go up, one by
one, catching the breeze and pulling tight against the
pins. As I kneel to pull another sheet out of the basket,
the pins are tense on their springs, anchored between my
teeth while I measure which side of the fabric is longer,
which end needs to go up first. The sheets coil like snakes
around each other, pulling and tugging their way out of
the woven basket.
I am thinking of you and those sheets and the things we do
between them, the way the smell of them assaults me while
I lie under you, the sweet smell of green grass and blue sky
and clear air. They are soft against your sunburned back
while I rise above you, your skin dark and tanned and mine
the cursed fair of the Irish, your hands heavy on me while
mine are clenching the sheets, pulling them hard sometimes,
hard enough to yank the elastic corners from their moorings.
Those are the times I know I will have to wash the sheets,
pull them from the bed in the morning even while they still
smell of grass and sky and air, because they are spotted
with something that smells secret and exciting and so much
like you that sometimes I lift them to my face and breathe
deep, inhaling the scent of us together, rocking slowly
with them in the laundry room as the fabric trails over my
bare feet and I smile secret smiles that make me shiver the
same way you do when you say my name that way.
And sometimes I leave them there on the bed for a while and
every now and then, between my chores and my work and my daydreams,
I wander into the bedroom and lie down on sheets that smell
like us. I squeeze between my fingers the quilts that are
worn and rumpled and soft with their secrets. I touch the
headboard and trace the places where your hands touched
while I watched, remembering the way you arched off the
sheets and asked for what you wanted and we gave it to each
other, again and again and again.
Then I lift the sheet to my nose and remember how you were
breathing hard, your chest rising and falling under the
crisp white cotton as you pulled me close to your side and
yawned the way you always do afterward, the way I expect,
the way that makes me laugh and tease you.
Typical man, falling asleep already? And we both laugh
because you are not typical; we are not typical, not at all.
It was this sheet, actually, this one that I pulled over
us after the love happened and before the yawn, the one that
I buried my nose in when you said that one little thing that
made me blush like mad. I think of it now and I blush like mad
again, a blush that goes from my ears to my nose to my chin
and down my chest, even right between my legs, for though
it made me shy and subtle, it also made me excited, to know
that you can make me do such things.
When I lift the sheet to the line, your hands are on me and
I am startled into a silent cry, dropping the clothespins
from my lips one by one, all three of them falling to the ground
but one catching in the folds of the sheet on its way down,
smoothing out the wrinkles. Your hands are on my breasts
and your body is against my back, my spine arching against
you by instinct, the breeze picking up and snapping the
sheets already on the line, your sunglasses catching in
my hair as your lips touch the back of my neck and make me gasp
out loud.
The sheet wins. It brushes the earth uncertainly for a moment,
but as your hands roam and your voice whispers, the sheet
drops to the ground, its dampness picking up every little
speck of dirt and lint and cut grass, and my hands are cool
as I touch yours, as I feel your fingers move on my breasts,
as I feel them seek and find nipples that have hardened at
your touch.
You are whispering things, inconsequential words that
don't matter nearly as much as your breath tickling
the fine little curls of hair at the nape of my neck. You are
pressing into me and now your hands are moving down, sliding
under elastic and cotton. You expect to find satin but you
don't. Your laughter is warm against my neck and the
sheets are cool under my knees as we fall to the ground together,
your body hard against my back and that certain part of you
even harder than that, harder than in recent memory and
oh my is that saying something.
And suddenly I know why.
The wide-open expanse of green, the sky of blue whipping
the sheets on the line, mellow sunlight heralding a perfect
summer day, and the neighbors are one step away from seeing
what might make them envious or might make them furious
but will certainly make them stare, and you like that. You
like the motion of my hips as I rise up under you and you like
the way my clothes look against that jewel green, you like
the way my body looks without them, and you like the way I
say your name slowly at first and then faster. Louder.
If those neighbors were to come running, what they would
see is this: Your body above me, pressing me into the sheets
below, the white and blue of the cotton that cradles us like
the bed inside that window, right over there. Your shorts
down just enough, the white against your tanned legs, my
own legs wrapped around you as we rock back and forth. They
can see nothing but everything all at once, the motion giving
away what is happening down below, the globes of my breasts
pressed hard against your knit shirt, the shirt you didn't
take the time to remove because part of you needed to be in
part of me and that need was too great. They see your sunglasses
falling on the ground and your lips on mine and your hand
in my hair, then your hand over my mouth as you rise and fall
against me, harder and harder, leaving the impression
of our bodies in the damp earth that smells clean and warm
and close.
They see the sheets snapping in the wind above us and they
hear the sounds, the moans and the cries and maybe something
else, something that makes them blush and retreat back
into their own houses, feeling chastised for watching
yet being turned on anyway.
I can imagine that our place there on the grass has led to
their own places: The man who kissed his wife's neck
while she did dishes and eventually they were covered in
soap suds on the floor, or the woman who calls her husband
at work while she is playing with the vibrator that he doesn't
know, until this moment, that she owns. I can imagine those
things in the back of my mind where I will think of them later
but not now, no. Not now.
Because now your muscles are moving under my calves and
your breath is harsh and your eyes are on me and you can see
right through me; you can see the pleasure before I can feel
it and you smile, that way you do, that cocky and arrogant
and sauntering smile. And suddenly I don't care who
sees. They can stare and pull out their cameras and urge
us on. They can chide us with their glares. I don't care
anymore. All I care about is that feeling reflected in your
eyes, the eagerness of you, the way you move faster and harder
and deeper all at once, knowing what that will do to me, what
that always does to me.
My cry shushes the birds in the trees above us and for a moment
in time there is nothing; it all stands still, an hourglass
tipped on its side while my voice hovers over the sheets
and rides on the wind. And then you are right there with me,
your body not moving now but buried deep, your head hidden
against my bare shoulder. You make that sound you always
do, that thing that is uniquely you, reserved for me and
only then do I know that you do care if someone is watching;
you do care what they see, because instead of a cry it is a
whisper, that one part of us that is sacred and special and
not for anyone else, the way you say those things you say
when you slide off that edge of pleasure. And you whisper
it, so only I can hear.
The damp grass is wrapped around my fingers and the soil
smells dark and secret when I lift my hands to the heavens
and laugh out loud under you, opening my hands and letting
the earth go.
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
I GOT IT
|
Posted:Jan 7, 2009 12:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2014 12:15 pm
15662 Views
|
As requested by my friends..... For those who are on my friend list...I totally have to agree with all of you who say people are getting fake in here. So I gave in and let's see who really reposts this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. It serves to eliminate people who are trying to add "friends" like its a popularity contest in High School. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and repost in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are.. Repost this if you are a friend.. Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "I Got It'
|
|
|
11
Comments
|
|
Mirror
|
Posted:Jan 5, 2009 5:30 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2014 3:06 pm
14879 Views
|
Standing at the mirror
Staring at the glass
What is it you seek
That's the question I ask
Looking deep within the eyes
Asking what is it you yearn
By focusing on the image
The answer I hope to learn
Can I see that deeply
Straight into the soul
Will I see bright colors
Or only the black of coal
Oh eyes in the mirror
What have you to say
Will I see the answer
Will you speak today
Looking at the soul
Is not an easy thing to do
Searching for an answer
Or maybe just a clue
Do not try to be another
Is the answer from the face
For to betray one's self
Is a very barren place
This path will only take you
To the edge of the Black Hole
It brings heartache and pain
That will destroy your very soul
So I stand at the mirror
Looking deep into the eyes
I've been to the Black Hole
To return I'd rather die
As I square my shoulders
An image I start to see
The words in the mirror
Simply say..."Be Me"
|
|
|
7
Comments
|
|
Burning Passion
|
Posted:Jan 4, 2009 12:24 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2015 11:31 am
15289 Views
|
Tongues embracing in quick passion
Tightly wrapped in each other's arms
Legs entwined, bodies on fire
Down his neck, her cherry lips go
He breathes in deep, runs his hands down her back
Enjoying the soft kisses on his hard body
Running his fingers through her silk-like hair
Almost letting out a small groan when he smiles
She smiles up at him for a moment
Running her hands down his chest
Placing soft kissing just above his navel
Satisfied with the squirming tickles and laugh
Standing up straight, she kisses his lips
Slides her tongue into his warm mouth
A ballet of sorts takes place within
The hot moisture clinging to their tongues
Running his hands down her back
He smirks a little slyly
She cocks her head, smiling back
And gasps shortly after
Feeling him work her out in daylight
Her head lulls on his right shoulder
Feeling her moisten, he withdraws
And takes a taste of her moist cherry blossom
Hot red brightens her face
But she smiles and runs her hands down
Touching his waistband lightly
Feeling the jerk of awakening within
Looking up at him with an innocent smile
He smiles back in loving anticipation
Letting out a mild groan only they hear
As baby soft hands pleasure him gently
Smooth liquid embraces her welcoming hand
Rubbing it gently over his left leg
Smiling up at him with that look in her eyes
And smirking back, removes her hand
Lifted up as she tastes him off of her fingers
Like vanilla after taste from his favorite ice cream
Mixed with hers, it would be perfectly flavored
She smiles to herself, musing over their inside joke
Whispering things to one another
Between sweet kisses, mixing juices
As they leave the sunny beach
Without ever being noticed
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
All By Myself
|
Posted:Jan 2, 2009 6:53 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2014 12:50 pm
15010 Views
|
I need time alone. Even those of us who are social butterflies need some time to ourselves. Solitude is necessary for my meditation and quiet reflection. I also choose to isolate myself when I am busy and need to meet a deadline. I cherish time alone when I want to give myself over to writing or music, lose myself in a good book, or delve into a personal project. Having time to allow myself to focus completely on the task at hand. Sometimes I need to be alone to simply do nothing but enjoy the sound of silence. My alone time revitalizes and replenishes me, grounding me in my own company.
Yet, too much isolation, especially when my intention could be is to hide, withdraw, or not deal with the realities of my life is not physically, mentally, or spiritually healthy. It is during moments like these when being in isolation takes me away from my life, rather than enhancing it. If anything, too much isolation can create a buffer whereby I do not have to deal with my problems. Sometimes, pushing myself to deal with my issues and be in my life, rather than isolate, is one of the best gifts I can give to myself.
Also, just as it is important for me to have my "alone" time, I need to remember that as a human being, I am by nature a social creature that thrives on human contact. My life cannot occur in a vacuum, and I cannot fully live in this world without interacting with others. Consider using isolation as time spent for rest, reinvigoration, and personal growth. Isolation can then not only empower me, but it can allow me to return to work and my relationships restored and ready forever.
 |
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
Naught Carol Contest
|
Posted:Dec 18, 2008 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2012 5:26 pm
14413 Views
|
I HAD to play in the "Naughty Carol Contest" and here's what I came up with....
Grandma got screwed by a reindeer
right after she gave Santa a blowjob
You can say there’s no such thing as horny
but as for me and Grandpa we believe
After drinking too much eggnog
we banged her till she came
Then she forgot her medication
staggered out the door into snow
When we found her Christmas morning
at the scene of the sexual act
She had footprints on her big breast
incriminating Clause marks on her back
We’re all so proud of Grandpa
He’s been masturbating well
See him in there watching porno
Drinking beer, playing with himself so well
[/COLOR So whatcha think? Could it be a winner? If you think so go and vote on The Naughty Carol page.
Happy Holidays
Irish xoxox
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
Red Flags
|
Posted:Dec 5, 2008 5:27 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2013 1:57 pm
14585 Views
|
Just as the cosmos want to provide for my needs, it also seeks to protect me from dangerous situations, destructive relationships, and even minor inconveniences. Frequently in my life, perhaps everyday, I encounter psychic red flags warning me of potential problems or accidents. I may not always recognize the signs. However, more often than not, I may choose to ignore my intuition when it tells me that "something just isn’t right."
Red flags often come in the form of feelings urging me to pause for a moment, listen to my intuition, and reconsider. I may even experience a "bad" feeling in my belly. This is a red flag letting me know that there may be a problem. I may not even know what the red flag is about. All I know is that the world is trying to wave me in a different direction. I just have to pay attention and go another way. I may even wonder whether I am paranoid or imagining things. However, when I look back at a situation or relationship where there were red flags, it becomes easy to understand exactly what those warning signs meant. More often than not, a red flag is not a false warning. Rather, it is the cosmos’s way of informing me, through our own innate guidance system, that my path best lies elsewhere.
I may try to ignore the red flags waving my way, dismissing my unease as illogical. Yet it is always in my best interest to pay attention to them. For example, I may meet someone who outwardly seems perfect. They are intelligent, attractive, and charming. Yet, for some reason, being around them makes me feel uneasy. Any interactions I have with them are awkward and leave me feeling like there is something "off" about the situation. This is not necessarily a bad person. But, for some reason, the cosmos is directing me away from them. Red flags are intended with my best interests at heart. No harm can ever come from stopping long enough to heed a red flag. Pay attention to any red flags that pop up. The cosmos is always looking out for me.
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
thoughts in the night....
|
Posted:Sep 21, 2008 1:02 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2013 2:59 pm
14613 Views
|
thoughts in the night......
In the essence of a wild less night, entwined in velvet arms,
lavished from the sweet lips, enchanted by her charms.
Skin shone bright 'neath the autumn moon, dampened with the dew,
droplets gathered along her spine and cooled her fiery hue.
The rhythmic rise and falling tides of bodies meshed as one.
The soft sweet sighs and calling cries, offered up to the midnight sun.
Shuddering swells rushed o'er so, our bodies quiver and shake
relented gifts we gladly give and so we greedily take.
A clench, a pull, a tender tug, a match of beastly might.
A kiss, a touch, a loving hug, a game of sheer delight.
Soft skin beneath the fan that cools slow, its heat like steam does rise.
No place to be, to me so sweet as you rest on silken thighs.
Black lace and curves on cotton sheets, entrance the very mind.
You plunged into the depths of me, and there my soul do find
What simple things a touch can bring, a kiss can give anew.
This night, these treasures that are offer up, and give to only you.
You that makes the day so bright, like morning's sun so clear.
You that makes my life so sweet whenever you are near.
Beneath, above, besides, behind, our bodies twist and turn.
Like embers white in firelight, our passions blaze and burn.
Peace to each is what it wills, its face is vague and teasing.
Tonight, to me, it is this place with you that I find pleasing.
Meek, refined and lady sweet, to some she seems so shy.
But here with him, in sultry heat, he hears another cry.
Inside he is the heart of night, white wolf and panther black.
With claws and teeth and glaring eyes, he savagely attack.
Fingernails tell the tales of passion wild flood.
On given skin, red lines run thick and trickle crimson blood.
Mindless, blind and raging mad, the storm does reach its peak,
and quietly you fall asleep, again so soft and meek.
A kiss he places upon her lips, a smile creases slow.
Moonlit eyes flutter shut and off to dreamland she goes.
Watching her laying there, he wonders at the sight.
He care not, what has to come, before or aft this night.
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
Ending The Cycle
|
Posted:Sep 19, 2008 4:12 pm
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2013 6:24 pm
14467 Views
|
One of the hardest things in life for me is feeling stuck in a situation that I don’t like and want to change. I have exhausted myself trying to figure out how to make change, and I even have given up, you know..."thrown in the towel". However, each day offers me an opportunity to renew my resolve and to declare to the world that I are ready for change. I may even say out loud that I have tried and struggled and have not found a way, but that I am open to help, and that I intend to keep working to create change for MYSELF. Making this declaration to the world, and to myself, may be just the remedy for the stagnation I am experiencing. And, it can be done today, right now.
It is difficult to understand, even with hindsight, how the choices I have made have added up to my current situation, but it is a good idea to examine the story I tell myself. If I tend to regard myself as having failed, this will block my ability to allow myself to succeed. I have the power to change the story I tell myself by acknowledging that in the past, I did my best, and I exhibited many positive qualities, and had many fine moments on my path to the present moment. I can also recognize that I have learned from my experiences, and that this will help me with my current choices.
Now I can declare my intentions to the world to allow my life to change. Allow today to be the day to end cycles and enter into a new way of being!
 |
|
|
1
comment
|
|
To link to this blog (ihvirisheyestoo) use [blog ihvirisheyestoo] in your messages.
|
|
|
| Sun |
Mon |
Tue |
Wed |
Thu |
Fri |
Sat |
|
11
|
2
|
3
|
4
|
5
|
6
|
7
|
8
|
91
|
10
|
11
|
12
|
13
|
14
|
15
|
16
|
17
|
18
|
19
|
20
|
21
|
22
|
23
|
24
|
25
|
26
|
27
|
28
|
|
