Mar 312014
 

Sexual FantasyWikipedia describes a sexual fantasy as “a mental image or pattern of thought that stirs a person’s sexuality and can create or enhance sexual arousal. A sexual fantasy resides entirely in a person’s mind and can be created by the person’s imagination, mental recollection or thought.”

Sexual fantasies are completely normal. You can question your fantasies. I’m sure many people do. Ask yourself what shapes them; but there’s nothing’s wrong with having them. And there’s nothing wrong with talking about them.

Sharing doesn’t come easy for everyone, and it doesn’t have to.  Some people store their erotic worlds away and save them for themselves. They have a defined place that their mind goes during sexual encounters.

But what happens when you want to bring a fantasy to life? Sometimes chasing a fantasy can feel like trying to grab a handful of wind. Having a partner who you trust completely is a big plus. You’re really in the running if they are as interested in it as you.

Having a partner or finding one for your fantasy scene should be completely open for all of those involved. Communication is everything, right? Unfortunately, bringing to life those moments that you’ve created in your mind might be difficult to do. So, what happens when fantasy becomes a reality?

If the scene you set up wasn’t quite what you bargained for, is your fantasy over? Do you ever have it again; or is it ruined for you? If acting out the erotic fantasy comes off without a hitch, do you go back for more?

Mar 182014
 

TMI Tuesday: March 18, 2014

Thank you to Virtual Sinner for today’s TMI Tuesday questions.

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Consumer purchase behavior is much studied. These questions are about your buying behavior with respect to different products.

1. Name a category for which you are very fussy and only one product will do. Name the product.

Make-up. MAC. I participated in beauty pageants from the time that I could toddle up to the stage until my teenage years; when I could have an opinion about doing them. Throughout those years, I ran into a ton of different make-up and learned how some of them worked and how some didn’t, especially when it came to my skin. Everyone has a different type of skin, and there are really great products out there that cater to that. I’ve experimented with other products, but right now, MAC is what’s doing it. When it comes to make-up, I like what I like.

2. Name a category for which you are fussy about quality and buy top-of-the-line brands.

Hair products. This one’s a throwback to pageants again. Your hair doesn’t look amazing the one night you need it to unless you take care of it all the time. Certain products take better care of your hair than others. There are different hair types, just as there are different skin types. There are different shampoos for colored hair. Their are products that can turn frizzy hair into soft waves. Gotta love the best hair products.

3. Name a category for which you are most interested in price, and will buy whatever brand is cheapest.

Toner. My beauty regime doesn’t require a top of the line toner. I usually just buy it off the shelf.

4. Name a category for which you are unable to find a satisfactory product.

Highlighter. I only need it a few times during the year. Since I change my make-up with my tan, it’s really hard not to wash out your face.

5. Name a product that has disappeared from the market for which you have been unable to find a satisfactory substitute.

There was a beautiful color purple from Chanel that a friend gave me. I can’t remember the name. it was discontinued. It sat so perfectly with a matte black. I’ve never found another dark, solid shade of purple like that.

6. Name a product that you buy that your mother or father used to buy.

Buttermilk. That’s all I got.

7. Name a product that you won’t buy because your mother or father used to buy it.

I can’t think of anything.

8. Name a product that is over-rated.

The CONAIR Infiniti Pro Curl Secret. From what I understand, It eats hair if it’s tangled. I don’t see the point. It might work for those who don’t have thick hair, but for those who do – stay away.

9. Name a product that is under-rated.

Marijuana

Bonus: If there was one product that you would re-invent or improve, what is it?

Cell phones. It would be great if they worked no matter what. End of the world. Forever battery life. Signal Everywhere. Waterproof. Maybe a Rambo knife could slide out of it or an app could shoot out fire. The Ultimate Cell Phone, brought to you by The SinDoll.

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Mar 172014
 

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Mar 102014
 

Snow hillHer love for him was fresh and untainted. It was a sunny day with a hill of untouched snow. It was delicate. It was a pretty picture.

Their tracks went back and forth on top of the hill. They hung on to each other for better footing. Neither wanted to upset the fragile allowance beneath them. In time, steps became stomps and walking gave into a run.

On her way down, she felt a hand at her back, not one that offered aid. Her body cleared a path down the hill. The snow hid the branches that tore at her clothes. The slicked grass permitted her no foothold.

She slid. He watched from the top. He was stoic. She relinquished flesh and tears to the tumble. There was no pardon for her. It was inescapable. Every rock, branch, and punch of earth was a recitation of what she already knew; but had to live through to pocket the experience.

Be careful who you climb hills with.

 

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Mar 022014
 

I write dark. I write sinister. There’s a tone for it. My pieces are triggers if they are written well. My new ones, mostly and fully. I believe it’s because each write is a collection of thoughts that have grown turgid and vile in the dark. Also, I shouldn’t be allowed the latitude that I have in D/s and life in general.

Wish One – Become a Better Writer

I’ve hung from tripods and train tracks, but I really want to do more suspension. I just don’t get enough rope time.

Wish Two – Fly

Now I’m going to make a wish that’s not sexy. I was selfish with the other two. I’m not trying to get all “Miss America” in here, but I’d feed everybody. I’m not going to get political with it, but I’d fucking feed everybody.

Wish Three – Everybody Eat

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Feb 282014
 

Property AgainThe majority of her wounds had healed. He tended to her very gently. She sincerely appreciated his kindness. He gave her warm baths. He examined each scratch and scrape. She had a bruised rib that he nursed back to health. He was tender with her.

There weren’t many words exchanged between them. His were affectionate. Hers were appreciative.

She became stronger. He no longer had to carry her into the tub. She preferred to shower. She was allowed to shave herself as long as he watched her. He would sit silently on the toilet, his head lolling from one side to the other in appreciation. She had to hand over the razor when she was finished shaving. Afterwards, she was allowed to continue washing. He never left his observant position.

Dressing was a game. He gave her first choice. A simple “stop” from the doorway and she knew her outfit had been chosen, even if she only had on parts of it.  There were days when she wasn’t allowed clothes at all. The weather was warm enough that bare flesh and lite materials were not an issue. But the evenings…

He initiated the walks. She wore a collar. Its soft, black leather didn’t make up for its heaviness around her neck. At least it didn’t rub her horribly. She had trouble keeping up with his pace. His leash was short. Heavy chain looped through the thick O-ring on her collar. She wanted to wander. He wanted her right by his side. He was anxious about letting her out. She was anxious about being out.

The collar and chains kicked up a puff of dirt when they fell from her neck. They walked in the house with the sun setting behind them. She felt as if at any moment, the eggshells she walked on would give into the burden of what to say next.

She turned the lamps on in the living room, and shivered.  “Thank you, for taking me with you… on the walk, Sir.” He freed his feet of his boots at the door and smiled on his way to the couch. “You’re welcome, pet.” She gave him a hopeful smile. “It’s a little chilly, Master. Would you make a fire?”

“No. I’m warm. It would make sense that if you want to be warm, you would be over here next to me.” She had been occupying the couch while she recovered and then the floor during most evenings. She nodded and took to the floor.

He looped through the channels until he found something he liked. Sometimes she’d laugh and he’d kick at her in a playful way. Mid-way through the night, the breeze that trickled through the open windows in the home got the best of her. She scooted herself over to his legs. She casually made herself comfortable between the two of them.

“You going to hide down there when December comes, pet?” He chuckled. Eggshells, again. Some things were so familiar. Some things were so scary. “Hopefully you’ll give me a blanket by then, Sir.” She couldn’t imagine being kept on this property, being his property, until December.

“I believe I just gave you my answer on that one.” He reached down and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. He snatched it back towards him. “Were you not listening?” Her head snapped back. Her scalp burned with the yank to her hair. Her eyes were wide, but she tried to keep her temper in check. “Yes Sir, I was listening. I’m sorry.”

He let her go instantly. “Sometimes I don’t know what’s going through your head.” She was silent. A decision was on the edge of her lips. She could continue playing dead, or really try to talk to him.

“Sir?”

“Hmmm…”

“May I tell you what’s going on in my head?”

“Turn around and look at me.” He pulled her up to the couch by her arms. He relaxed back into his seated position. “Speak.”

Trying to control that much apprehension left her visibly shaking. Her words were gentle, but she was lost in them.

“I’m scared. I’m scared of you. I’m scared of being here… or of you hurting me. I know that sometimes there are moments that we laugh and … but… you took me.  I do thank you for being nice. You bought me sheets for my bed. You took care of me. ..” She was rambling. She was crying. At one point she began apologizing over and over.

He leaned into her, elbow to knee. “I took care of you because I own you. You are a piece of property.  When I damage you, I will patch you up. I took you. You’re mine. I’m not being nice when I put you on better sheets. I’m taking physical care of something that belongs to me.”

He was getting tuned-up, because his words were completely calm.

She sat still on the couch.  Deep, relaxing breaths.  She was afraid to make eye contact with him. She should have just shut the fuck up. He’s just fucked in the head and she was going to die here.  There’s no reasoning with him. God, why did she try? With a bowed head, her tears were welled up and dropped straight to her hands. She still tried to be as silent as possible. But he was staring at her…

He sprang onto her. His hands were in her hair, on her face, in her mouth, then down her body and over her breasts. His pinches. His hands. His fingers. They were everywhere. Eyes open or eyes closed, they wouldn’t stop.  Attempting to block him was unproductive, but habitual.  He was rough. It was the first time he had been so since she’d healed from her injuries.  Her naked throat begged him silently. He could hear her nipples.  Her cries and tears made him hard.

“I think you’re still a little confused about what’s going on here. This isn’t a vacation, princess. You’re here. You’re fucking here. Now it can be like the good ole’ times or I can beat you until that’s all you remember. “

“Get off of me!” She gave into a scream that had been buried deep. He grabbed her by the throat. He loosened his belt buckle. “There’s my girl, fighting a battle she’ll never win.”

He laughed as he forced her knees open.

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Feb 182014
 

TipThey had contact with each other through the internet for years. They were friendly shoulders during personal times. They were comfortable enough to reveal sexual secrets. He liked administering spankings. She preferred the receiving end. She also preferred an initial conversation and sexual teasing during dinner at a nice restaurant; followed by the actual encounter and an expensive gift. It made her feel like a lovely whore.

They had met once, in her car. It was a hurried encounter. He was paranoid and all paws. She enjoyed his roaming hands and drooling compliments.  She wanted more.

She walked in, spotted him, and dipped her chin to the hostess. She took her seat at the table and asked him if all the particulars were taken care of. He nodded nervously. She laughed softly and patted his thigh before picking up a menu.

She had the chicken. He had the salmon. The conversation of family, work, and kids flowed fluidly between them. None of what was said was new information, just updates. He’s trepidation was gone. Her touching and laughing was easy. She made it easy for him, too. The body contact was making him breathless. She felt his urgency to pay the check. They finished up and took to the room adjoining the hotel.

Entering the room before her, he turned, looking for approval. She smiled in assurance. He’d made good choices. Once she’d perched herself at the end of the bed, he brought her a tiny box, which she recognized by its light green color.  It came from one of the tiny antique jewelry shops in Five Points. They were peridot, in silver settings. She couldn’t have been happier. She was squealing. He was beaming. She’d mentioned the stone a few times in conversation over the years. He knew it would be a ringer.

She wrapped her arms around him with a big kiss and a whole lot of tongue. He was immediately anxious to have her. She turned her back to him and asked that he unzip her. When she felt the heaviness of the zipper fall to her waist against the thin fabric of her dress, she turned around to face him.

His eyes drank in the scene. Unzipping her dress and watching as she turned to reveal her breasts. He ran the back of his fingers along the side of both tits. Her nipples tightened. “Uuhh, That feels good.”  His eyes lifted to her face. She was squirmy. He grinned.

She turned from him and pealed her dress over her ass and surrendered it to the floor.  She took two steps in front of him so that he could fully enjoy the site of her naked ass. Afterall, he paid for it.

His cock was strong and appreciative. She locked her knees and bent her elbows into the plush sheets of the bed.  He pulled one of the chairs in the room over to the end of the bed. She felt his hands move up the backs of her thighs to her bottom. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and she arched back for him. He slapped her again, harder. He stood up behind her. She could feel his cock through his pants, between the cheeks of her ass. He turned to set on the bed. The slaps continued until her ass was hot.

Her pussy was wet and she needed to get off, “suck my cunt? I need to cum.”

He was more than willing, “fuck yes.”

They switched positions. She sat up at the end of the bed and he was on the floor, sucking cunt juice. She knew he secretly loved to eat pussy, but not be berated for it. He loved the smell of pussy on his face. He wanted to be surrounded by it. She leaned back and sighed as his tongue dug deep and made a mess on the both of them. He began sucking her clit and she pushed her pelvis against his face. Squeezing her thighs together and spreading them apart only spurred him on. Finally, her fingers found his hair. She lovingly ran her fingers through it. She whispered, “suck my cunt, Baby. Suck on my pussy.” She felt him prickle. She began to chuckle. They had fallen into an easy mode. They were comfortable enough to ask for what they wanted, and to tease. He stood up and looked at her, “You know I hate that.”

That didn’t stop her,”I couldn’t help it. You fucking make me horny. I feel like your whore.”  She was watching him strip in haste as she cooed her filthy words.

“Come suck my dick.” His hand was a port for his enraged cock.

She began shaking her head, “I’ve already told you that I’m not sucking it unless you shave it. It’s not shaved. You don’t even trim it!” She’d seen pictures of his cock and his cum. During many a conversation that turned sexual they had both sent pictures and videos of themselves masturbating. She’d questioned his lack of shaving and he was adamant about his natural look. She’d never sucked a cock with that much hair. She expected a mouthful of pubes and her inability to overlook it and give a good blowjob.

She hesitantly motioned for him to come closer. She took her time inspecting his hairy cock. Despite the hair, his skin was smooth. She ran her closed lips up and down his shaft. She enjoyed the feel of it on her cheeks. His moaning alerted her to his urgency. She eased it in, rolling her tongue around the head. His hisses were an unmistakable sign that his balls were heavy. She drove her face down on his dick. Her saliva mixed with his hair. She almost gagged and pulled back.  His hand was in her hair before she could come off of his cock. He pushed even more of his hairy dick inside her mouth and she let out a little squeak. He began to pump her face.

She could taste pubic hair, his engorged cock, and the precum leaking from it. She was irritated that he was face fucking her. Her cunt was on fire at the same time. Her hands massaged his heavy nut sacks. His thrusting deeper and deeper led to a goopy mess of cum and hair all down her throat, on her face, and even on her lips and dripping onto her breasts.

He was squeezing out what was left in his cock onto her tit while he laughed, “There’s a first time for everything.”

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Feb 172014
 

Sexual man thinksThe six Suits had too much of their whiskey and scotch during their posh lunch. The waitress didn’t say anything because it ran the check up, but Christ, they were getting handsy. Even for 2’oclock, it was early for this shit. Her hand played out and the tip was even better than she thought. All six of them were laughing like college kids and hailing cabs back to the office.

The Suits owned the company. Some decisions were going to be made during the big meeting. At every seat there were individual packets stacked, stapled and arranged in the order of which the itinerary read. The bar was stocked with plenty of ice, water, lemonade, coffee, and the liquors of their choice.

The Secretary was proficient. She stood and greeted each Suit with a beaming smile. Following the last one in, she watched them take their seats before speaking, “If there is anything that I can do for you Gentlemen, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With a lovely smile she closed the double doors gently and went back to her desk.

About an hour into the meeting her phone buzzed. She was asked to bring in a quarterly report from some months back. She slipped quietly through the double doors and up beside each Suit to deposit a copy of the information requested. Just as she dipped in to leave the last Suit his information, his hand ran up the back of her thigh. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

His grip was unmistakable. Its course was brief, yet obvious. Did she have her legs apart? She couldn’t remember. His hand felt strong and persistent against her stockings. Her mind only had a moment to process the action as she stood, heated and jarred before her pleasing instinct slowly kicked in, “You’re welcome, Sir.”

She rounded the table and a Suit asked for a glass of water. She obliged. Leaning in to set his glass, The Suit on her left ran his hand across her ass gently. “You really are quite lovely.”

“Th..Thank you, Sir,” She flattened her hand against the pages that littered the conference room table. The Secretary arched her body and lifted her ass to meet The Suit’s hand. Just as quick and breathlessly as the moment had happened, it stopped.

She stepped back and smiled into the faces of the six grinning Suits. She wondered if they could smell her sex from where they were sitting. They couldn’t, but her nipples were obvious. Was she supposed to pretend that it didn’t happen now?

The Suits were quietly speaking amongst themselves. She took a small step forward and quietly spoke so as not to interrupt their interactions. “Is there anyone else I may be of help to?” One of The Suits across the table was still speaking to another, yet brought her over with the silent motion of two fingers. As she approached she could hear his belt unbuckling.

She bit back an anxious grin. This meeting was going very well.

Feb 092014
 

In the dead of goodbyes, I would have swallowed my pride.

I would have set the past aside. No hard feelings inside.

***

But you, couldn’t see what was true. Couldn’t feel me and you.

You were afraid of what we’d do. I was afraid of it too.

***

I could feel you grow. You let it show. You let me know.

But you had to go. Excuses I’ll never know. Cards you’ll never show.

 ***

No more wailing inside. I patched up my pride. Your bullshit won’t ride.

No more reasons to hide. I set that part of me aside. A lesson learned in stride.