Nov 252014
 

There was an entire group still in the dungeon lining up to play when Shannon left. She didn’t feel like sitting through another night chatting and not participating. She was officially someone who chatted, and never played. She hated that.

There was no one Shannon was interested in playing with. She was approached, but she was looking for a connection. She’d seen couples with amazing power exchanges. They were palpable. She wanted a relationship with an invisible boundary that radiated, that people could feel.

She left early and headed to her car. The black asphalt had a tiny glow from an overhead light a few buildings down. Disappointment made Shannon’s stomach heavy. Her innocent footfalls disgusted her. She missed noodle legs.

“Shannon!”

She heard her name called out. She looked over the parking lot and saw one of the members of the group sprinting towards her. She couldn’t remember his name. She knew he did a lot of rope. Shannon never really got on the rope bandwagon.

He was her age. Shannon always thought he had a misplaced surfer look. Maybe it was his shaggy blonde hair. He always wore jeans and a t-shirt. Not bad looking, either.

“I can’t remember your name,” Shannon said.

He laughed.

“Justin. But I’m guessing …since you didn’t know my name, you probably won’t play with me and my rope.”

“Here?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?” he seemed to be confused about any alternate locations available.

“Probably, but let me think about it. I’ll let you know next week.”

“Cool,” he said. Nodding his head, smiling.

He stood there for a little too long before Shannon gave a half wave, opened the door, and slid into her car. She cranked up and left with hopes of playing and falling in love with the feel of rope. At least she wouldn’t be chattering.

Shannon pulled into her parking spot, grabbed her purse and stuck her phone in her back pocket. She locked her car, and headed for the porch. Her footsteps creaking against the same spaces in the wooden porch were a natural and welcoming sound. He skipped a step. His long legs forced the wood to make sounds under his weight which were odd and unfamiliar.

Shannon turned around to face Justin just as he’d cleared the last step. He no longer had such a lax demeanor. With a black bag over his shoulder and a nervous smile on his face, he attempted to hug Shannon. She stepped back and looked at him curiously. He shrugged it off, nervously.

“Justin, did you follow me here?” asked Shannon

Justin nodded his head and laughed jovially.

“Yeah! I’m stoked. I just want to show you how seriously great rope can be. And I’ve been watching you. I know you are really flexible. I took your coat off once. I saw your back. I made a model, well, kind of a model. I started playing around with what all we could do if…” Justin rambled.

Justin was getting to the gut of it all. His frenzy was growing. Shannon backed into the doorway of her house. Justin’s arm movements were like a car window’s warning: some objects may be closer than they appear.

“Why don’t you come inside, Justin?” Shannon asked, calmly.

Justin’s face lit up. He nodded his shaggy head. Shannon unlocked the door and let him walk past her. The lamps Shannon left on prior to leaving the house softly lit the room. She never liked coming home to a dark house. Justin bent to unzip his bag. He began pulling coils of rope out. He was jabbering, excited.

When he bent over, Shannon dropped her bag and let fly four cartridges that would fishhook neatly through Justin’s thin white t-shirt and into the flesh in his back. The electric charges would have him seizing until he drooled and pissed on her floor.

She let him have the full 20 seconds. The last ten were for following her home. Shannon tilted her head from left to right. She watched him, and smiled. She left him plugged into the gun, but set it aside and wiped her hands dramatically, sneaking a peek into his bag.

“Well, Justin. This changes things. You’re the rope expert, but I can do magic with duct tape.”

Shannon drug a chair over from the kitchen. She bent down at an odd angle to peer into Justin’s glazed-over eyes. She kissed her finger and pressed it to his lips.

“I’ll be right back. I’ve just got to get the plastic out of the shed.”

 

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Nov 252014
 

To my U.S. American friends, readers and lurkers Happy Thanksgiving. To everyone–Happy TMI Tuesday.

This week’s TMI Tuesday was derived from a book called Taking Things Seriously. Read on, you’ll get the drift.

Taking Things Seriously

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“Step into any living room, office, studio or den of just about any engaged, imaginative, passionate person and you will find an item that, although it may not appear particularly valuable, is reverentially displayed as though it were a precious and irreplaceable artifact.”

For example: scraps of movie posters scavenged from the streets of NYC by ‘Low Life’ author Luc Sante. A WWI prison camp hunk of bread forced upon photographer Rosamond Purcell by an elderly neighbor…you get the idea.

1. Think about your environments–home, office, vehicle, what sort of inanimate objects hold special meaning and significance for you. List/name the objects, tell us why they hold a special place. Share some photos if you dare.

I have my Father’s wallet. He had it on him when he drowned. I have a cassette tape that was in his truck. He recorded me singing without me knowing about it. My brother found it in his tape deck. I have a giant topaz ring that he bought on a hunting trip in Colorado, and a knife. I also got a killer coat that he wore as a teenager.  16 has my Grandfather’s watch. It was the one he wore, had it on him when he died. I have one of his knives, perfect for killing zombies.

2. Are any of your treasured items worth a lot of money? 

I’m sure some of them are. My Grandmother’s jewelry, lots of old coins and bills. I’ve got a ton of autographed football memorabilia.

3. Would you ever part with that item? If yes, under what circumstances.

I wouldn’t part with anything I have.  I see no reason too.

4. What is the oddest or strangest item that you covet and proudly display?

Probably, my children’s teeth. I wouldn’t say that I proudly display them. I have kept some of them. It does freak out some relatives. I assure them that’s not the oddest thing they’d find in this house. Teeth

 

 

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Nov 242014
 

Plugged InMy face was comfortable in the pile of pillows. My bottom was in the air with both holes exposed. I heard him pump the lube and make an attempt to warm it with his breath. He slathered it on me and the metal plug.

“Relax,” he said.

It was my first time. I felt pressure against my ass. I cried out and tightened up. The feeling wasn’t bad, but I wanted to go slow.

“Unnhhh… I feel it,” I said.

“You’re going to feel it. Relax and it’ll be easier,” he said.

The pressure didn’t go away. I couldn’t take my mind off of it. He stood up and opened the door. He flagged down a girl named Jamie. I didn’t know Jamie, but Jamie knew him. He leaned my head back down.

“Let’s try again” He started moving the tip of the plug in small circles around my hole. That felt like a much better way to warm-up. When he began to ease the plug in, I felt Jamie’s tongue in my pussy. She caught my cunt by surprise. Her tongue flicked and played on my clit.

“Bite it, and I’ll cum” I was working very hard not to climax.

“Bite it,” he said.

Jamie bit down on my clit. He popped the plug into my asshole and held it there while my juice leaked out of me. Mostly, Jamie got it in the face.

When the plug was finally in, I didn’t mind so much. It felt odd, heavy. I felt a little horny.

“See, it wasn’t that bad.” he said.

I looked up at him inquired casually…

“Can Jamie be there when we take it out?”

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Nov 222014
 

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The Husband has a thing for pictures after sex. That’s fine with me. Occasionally I’m drawn to one, like this one. Maybe it’s the curves of my ass and my back  that pulls me to the photo. Possibly, it’s my feelings that I relate to it. I know that my cunt was sore, my nipples stung, and my ass was hot. My mouth felt stretched from a gag. And I was thirsty.

 

Yeah… I think that’s why I like it.

 

 

 

 

@Mollysdailykiss challenged us to use a little photo editing called color splash for this month’s theme.

In trying to learn a little bit about effects,

I played with this one.

Click the kiss and see who else is being sinful this Sunday

Sinful Sunday

Nov 192014
 

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Torture His Balls. Tease His Cock.
Caning Sometime?
I Took my Pony Slave Shopping
Private Dancer
Earning Pleasure The Hard Way
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Finding Shelter in the Shadows.
My First Scarification
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Squirting…Fact Not Fiction-Part 3

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Shiny Lesbian Syndrome
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How I Handle Being A Parent & Sex Positive
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Sex Hangover

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Nov 182014
 

We rode in the backseat. Brian’s friend drove the van. There was plenty of room on the floor. Brian’s dick needed sucking. He was aggressive about pushing it down the back of my throat. His cock was so big, he rarely did that. I knew he didn’t want a regular blowjob. He wanted my mouth to warm his cock up, quick. He wanted me to gag on it.

He made a fist in my hair to control my head. He bucked his cock into my face. I gagged, long and hard, multiple times. He used to say that ‘the sound of a girl gagging on a cock was like ringing the erection dinner bell’. He pulled me up and started jerking at my belt and button on my jeans. I tried to catch my breath. There was saliva dripping from my bottom lip.

I stripped my shirt off and used it to wipe off the remnants of my gagging. I tossed it somewhere in the darkness of the van. My tits drew his attention away from ripping my jeans off. I unclasped my bra. My tits were fully unleashed into his big, rough hands.

“You want to suck…. aannnhh,” I said.

He had a huge mouthful of my right tit in his mouth. He bit at my nipples and I hissed like a snake, still trying to slither out of my pants. He liked my panties on, stretched to the side.

He pulled me up onto his lap, facing him. He grinned while he slid me down. He wanted me to the hilt on his cock. He slowly pulled me, determined, and stared at my face, muttering under his breath, nodding.

“…yeah, …yeah, all the way, ….all the way, ….take it, ….ahhh, good girl,”

At the same time he pulled me down, my own whine matched his animalistic mutterings. I was slippery. When I heard him call me a ‘good girl,’ my pussy was too needy to argue with him. All I could do was open up and sink down on him.

“…unnhhh…unnnhh…Babeeeee, my pussy.”

I bounced on his dick. The car lights behind and beside us were never so bright. I saw our fucking in the shadows that danced across the inside of the vehicle. We fucked past the point that I knew I’d be sore the next day.

We were sloppy and nasty. We were tired from cumming. The van smelled like sex. It was too cold to roll the windows down to air it out for too long. So the three of us rode home, talking as normal friends would. We laughed about Brian and I fucking. We teased about what his friend saw. They are both older than I am. Some jokes I didn’t get.

I was a happy slut, but Brian only knew his half of the story. My kinky side was creeping up on me. It was pushing me to try new things. I wanted his rough fucking. But I also wanted to be held down, and experiment with the painful side of pleasure. That’s why I was fucking his friend.

Wicked Wednesday

Nov 172014
 

Another Monday, another week, another TMI Tuesday posted. Enjoy Night Time is the Right Time.

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Fill in the blank

1. When I can’t sleep I - usually take something to knock my ass out.

2. My dream bedroom would be full of – Is it too odd to answer with “shoes and clothes?” It’s the truth. I’d totally load up.

3. If I could wake up anywhere tomorrow it would be – here, at home. Anywhere else and I’d be wondering…. “what the fuck?” 

4. I need to know my dog is safe in bed with me  at night.

5. My Grandmother dying would truly be a nightmare.

6. Night time is the right time to have sex. I like doing the nasty at night.

Bonus:  Briefly tell us about your last dream–erotic or not.

I have night terrors. No one wants a glimpse of that.

Nov 172014
 

Watch Me - MM1She grind the most powerful vibe she had against her clit. Metal sat in her ass. It clamped her nipples. It strained her tits. She liked the weight. Her hips bucked back and forth. Her body tightened from her pussy up to her lower belly.

She squirted with a guttural moan. It wasn’t a pretty, sexy sound. She  grunted until the last bit of juice dripped and darkened the sheets. The vibrator’s motor slowed against the immense amount of pressure she put on it.

It was the moan that got him the first time he saw it. He barely had time to get his dick out of his pants before he shot a load. He couldn’t turn that moan off. In ran in his head like a tune you couldn’t chase out.

Replay.

Replay.

Replay.

 

 

 

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Nov 112014
 

I hate leaving parties alone. I hate leaving a party in which a fresh ex is in attendance . I knew he was waiting for me to look in his direction. He just needed some tiny tip off from me. If he got it, it would be alright to approach. The silly little games we play.

I could have kept to myself and ignored him. Ignored what I knew he wanted to do. Probably, it was to fuck me. Most definitely, he wanted to flirt. We were standing across the room. I leisurely found the end of a couch and three other people followed suit down the piece of furniture. I settled my dress on top of the pair of jeans next to me just in time for him to appear with a chair. It was flirting, even if it wasn’t. He wanted to draw me in.

Admittedly, It’s hard to come home lonely and horny. The drive can take forever and the demons your mind create are dark and hungry. Finding comfort in an ex can feel like a quick fix, a moment of weakness, or just getting a nut.

I won’t lie, the sexual tension was thick and slippery, like my thighs. I had to take a moment to think on how to play it. The Devil does tug. And then I remembered…

An ex is an ex for a reason…

“Enjoy your night.”I stood up and walked out.

When I got to my car, my hands fumbled with the key fob. Once I got the door open, I slid inside. I slammed the door behind me.

I pulled my panties down and shoved two fingers inside my pussy.