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~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~
Sense, Sensibility and Censorship
Triggers, Asses and Subby Places.
~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~
There is no Freedom Without Risk
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Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish
FIFTY SHADES OF GREY IS OFFENSIVE
Beautiful Rope Work – Easier than you think
As I promised…a singletail video!
Chronic Fatigue and BDSM
NSA BDSM: Failure and Success
Supporting your dominant’s dominance
How to Get Your Boyfriend to Spank You
Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor
Keep Me Nasty
Being on the Ropes
The Lead Up
My Birthday Spankings#
More Like An Earthquake
Stag at a sex party
A Fan of Fans
Let the rain come
The Polka-Dot Dress
Dinner for Two
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
He hears me.
Why Doesn’t She Respond to Cunnilingus?
I Don’t Rape.
5 Reasons Straight Men Fear MFM Threesomes
Cap D’Adge and swinging
Boys & Their Toys
Anal Sex is Motherf***ing Awesome
Words of Wisdom
FFF – Who’s watching? _follow to see who else is writing
Word Length = 200
Required Phrase = Obligation
Forbidden Words = Payment, Prediliction, Prostitution
Extra Credit = Make it personal
Bonus Words = 25 extra for explaining the tuxedos, 25 more if this isn’t about the money
The strike of his hand and the grasp of his strong fingers was what I craved. I wanted the power stripped from me and unleashed through him. It was more than dominance I craved, it was consumption, ownership, to be absorbed into him. I quaked with my need and pleaded with a tear stained voice, trying to express that which was locked inside of me, trapped like I was in the place in my head.
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Once my PA was healed, I was all over myself. The pleasure increased with every orgasm, feeling new sensations every time, not to mention different sensations with different jewelry. I didn’t know it was even possible to feel that kind of ecstasy. It starts at the very tip, almost like a vibrator on the head, as it travels down the shaft continually tingling through the very core, or the urethra. As it vibrates more and more, the sting gets even powerful with every stroke with the jewelry that I prefer, which takes more concentration to turn what some may consider pain into a superior ecstasy. (Again, that is the jewelry that I prefer – there is more stimulus, more exhilaration for me to have a measure of pain.) I will pick up speed, and then slows down, to enjoy the new sensitivity running through my body. When I do reach the point of rapture, I will often have to catch my breath, and ponder upon the newest revelations that has occurred.
We argued, and I couldn’t sleep. Finally around midnight, I pulled him into bed. “Make it right,” I demanded.
He laughed and kissed me softly. I rolled my eyes, not quite what I had in mind and he knew it, so I pushed the covers off of him and kissed the head of his penis, just as softly. Then I looked up – not quite what he had in mind when I went down, I could tell. I winked and then moved my mouth as low as I could on the shaft, feeling the thick head hit the back of my throat, increased the suction, and pulled up. One hand steadied his thickly engorged member at the base, the other hand cupped and gently played with his balls as I kept moving my mouth up and down. He whispered encouragements, or quiet sighs, his hand sweeping my hair away and holding it up so that he could watch.
After a few minutes I moved up, kissing a trail up his body until I got to his neck, and then gently nipping it and applying more pressure on his more sensitive areas, feeling his pulse throb under my probing tongue. His hand moved between my legs and stroked up and down my lips. I wasn’t quite wet enough for him to dip in yet. The hand moved up to nipples, pinching each other briefly between his fingers, and then to my shoulder. He gently pushed me to my back, off of his neck, and then rolled me to my side, moving to position his mouth between my legs. One hand held my top leg up and his tongue swept up and down my lips, before his hand separated my lips for his tongue to settle into my sex more fully. He sucked while moving his tongue around and in and out of my entrance, and soon I was panting and begging for more. One hand moved to my clit, an awkward angle considering I was still laying on my side, and teased the bud while his mouth still fucked me. I was trying to push myself more fully onto his mouth, unable to stop myself from moving into him.
Taking his mouth away, he rotated me more towards laying on my stomach, inserting a finger in my very slick sex, his tongue almost doing a questioning lick at my anus. He normally doesn’t go back there, but I was too gone in my own pleasurable sensations to do anything more than moan my appreciation, and hinged my hips against his tongue and fingers. Two fingers, and rimming in earnest began, and I was moaning and climaxing, not in my usual hard way, but slowly and softly.
“Hold on,” he said quietly, and stretched to over the side of the bed. By this point I was chest down, ass up on the bed, and swiftly I had a buzzing and vibrating toy thrusted down into me, rubbing my g-spot easily from this angle, his mouth back between my cheeks, and I was orgasming so quickly and hard, screaming. Before one orgasm had even ebbed another one began and then another and I was lost completely to the world, swept up in pleasure.
After three incredible orgasms, he positioned himself up between my legs, entering me violently, reaching over for some lube and making me slick before slipping his thumb in my ass, pushing down slightly, giving me a full feeling. His other hand smacked my ass hard. His cock pumped in and out at a downward angle, continuing to slide against my g-spot as his head slammed against my wall, and I screamed with an immediate orgasm, my body so tense, so full. Again, his other hand came on to spank my already red cheek. Again, before one orgasm could completely allow me down another built and crest, and I clenched around his shaft, his thumb, held my breath, felt my already sensitive heated cheek being smacked, became dizzy, moaned, screamed, and cursed as yet another orgasm came. I felt him push himself more fully, shuddering with the force of his own orgasm.
When he pulled out, I already came again, moaning softly at the feeling of the ridges of his head moving along my walls before he was gone. His thumb slowly moved out, and I couldn’t believe how sensitive I was even there. I let my shaking legs straighten and sunk into the soft mattress, utterly spent. My head was foggy, my thoughts incoherent, but I turned my head and smiled, unable to see his hand descend upon that same fiery cheek. I yelped at the sting, instinctively moving up towards the source of pain, finding that a strange reaction instead of moving away, a moan following a yelp.
“God that feels good,” the words dripped of my mouth, unbidden, like my juices flowing down my thighs from the sudden tightening the spank gave me. His hand came down again, and again I moaned into it. Suddenly his fingertips ran softly over my oh-so-sensitive skin, and I tightened and tensed, raising my hips, thighs pressed together as my body clenched itself into another orgasm. I was just surprised as he was, and he spanked my ass a few more times, the pain intense, the pleasure overriding the pain. His mouth followed his hand, licking up and down the hand imprints, and I begged for something incoherently, his mouth now alternating between soft licks, hard suction. He smacked a few more times, following with his mouth a few more times, and I came in the tension my body created.
His fingers sunk between my legs and he grazed my g-spot, bringing me to another orgasm, and I was again mindless.
Breathless by the time he moved away from me, I rolled over my back, the one side of my ass so aware of all the fibers of the sheet. I panted, by this time hours of pleasure not allowing me any sense of realism, and unable to help himself from toying with my quivering self, his fingers grazed my clit. I sucked in my breath, already feeling dizzy from the slight contact, my legs parting without thought. Suddenly two of his fingers danced upon my pearl, and I was so taken with pleasure I had no idea how I ended up laying with my back on his chest, one solid arm across my shoulder and neck so fingers could tugged at a nipple, the other hand quickly alternating between slipping into my sex and rubbing up into my clit. When had I moved?
I screamed, arching against him, arching into his tormenting and pleasure inducing fingers, both on my breast and between my legs. I felt his breath against my ear, harsh and ragged as if he was matching my own breathing, his body seemed to be an unforgiving hard mass against my back and my throbbing swollen ass. It seemed as if my scream lasted for days, and I don’t remember quite coming back to the present, just his sexy voice quietly promising to “leave me alone now”. I think I drifted; I think I got up shortly afterwards to clean myself up, my legs a wobbly mess and he playfully slapped my ass lightly, but it was still so sensitive, and it felt so good that my legs almost collapsed underneath me. I think he said something to the effect that I came every way imaginable tonight, and I mumbled what other ways he could surprise me about myself.
I don’t remember if I ever really opened my eyes, it seemed as if the world shut itself out and the after moments were but a dream. I slept soundly.
1. What’s your dirtiest secret?
That I love having the freedom to do whomever I wish, or just to mess around a little; thought I’d sleep around far more than I have. I have no emotional attachment to people I have sex with, though if I love them, that’s great too.
2. What’s the sweetest thing you have done for someone?
Shown patience – it may seem small, but it’s a big deal for me to be patient, and I have far exceeded expectations with that.
3. What’s your favorite foreplay act to give? Receive?
Oral sex is my favorite to give. To receive is fingering, right now
4. State five (5) facts about your body.
1. I’m short
2. I have little lips
3. My legs don’t stay smooth for more than a couple of hours
4. My pubic hair is trimmed, never completely gone, because it disturbs me to look like a young child
5. When I close my hand, my fingers fit perfectly against each other and there is no gap in between them
5. Would you like to fondle the person next to you?
No one is beside me at the moment, but I’ve fondled myself plenty today, so I believe that it counts as a yes
Bonus: Penis or vagina? Why?
Penis, I love to be penetrated. I had a dream last night that fingers were teasing me, sliding around my lips, but I desperately wanted them sliding deep inside of me. A penis sliding in would’ve been an even deeper and more fulfilling sensation. Mmm, and the ridges sliding in and out of my entrance….amazing
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We love being naughty, but being naughty with others is even better 😉
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I’ve posted before about being an exhibitionist. I wrote about finally being comfortable with me enough to take my clothes off and take a picture…
But looking back, I was a bit of an exhibitionist before. I have had sex in the same room as others so many times I can’t even think to count. I’ve had sex with two other women in a pool with an audience of men, I’ve shared hotel rooms with my friends after finding gorgeous young servicemen at the bar who live on base ( sex on a budget, share a room!), and I’ve even had sex with people who were in the room just to watch in order to prove a point.
I guess I’ve always been cool about my sex. Or drunk. (the last was a joke… mostly).
With the internet connecting us to a whole wider world, flirtations now can be racy and international. Getting involved in the different mediums available means I started talking to more people…
And then I starting flirting with those people…
And then they started sending me dick pictures and getting my panties wet…
I’ve always believed turn about is fair play.
So, with my new found collection of nude pictures I was so proud of, I started returning the favor. Conversations and text would be exchanged about the excitement, finding release to an image of someone you were actually talking to and not just random porn. This excites me. I enjoy it and get so turned on EVERY time I know I have succeeded in turning another person on.
This all got even more exciting once I started getting videos…. mmmm… videos…
Hemmm, anyway, the day finally came when someone asked me for a video in return.
Uhm, what now?
That was exhibitionism as I had never before even thought of doing and it scared me. What if I looked stupid? Do you know how much coordination it takes for a GIRL to do that? Wide phone, vibrator, legs spread and this is supposed to look sexy at the same time!?
I put it off. I loved getting the videos but frankly, I just couldn’t do that. Then I just kept getting more and asked to participate. I didn’t mind sending a picture of it, why couldn’t I do a video?
I was still hiding. With pictures I can take a million and do an edit. With a short clip of masturbation, I can’t do that. It’s just me. I don’t know what exact catalyst there was beyond pushing my own boundaries and really enjoying the play, but finally, one day I did it.
I grabbed my phone during a sexting session after getting a glorious cumshot video from an play friend and took a short, 15 second, video. My heart pounded and my nerves were shot but I had done my best and hit send.
The rush was incredible! There was someone out there for the first time watching me masturbate and the adrenaline rush was unreal! The response was immediate and overwhelmingly sexy. I was a goddess, amazing, so sexy! Just to hear me moan and see the vibrator play lightly against my clit was enough to drive a man, who had just come to orgasm, to be rock hard again! The power you feel from that is an absolute aphrodisiac.
I’ve since grown a lot more comfortable with sending a video. Admittedly, I do it very very rarely, but hey, I don’t sleep with everyone I meet either. Those that get a clip are special to me and they most assuredly are returning the favor as well. It adds a great deal of excitement to be able to see someone joining you in fulfillment and to know that they see you.
There is one last frontier that I have not crossed yet, and it’s time for a moment of blunt honesty:
I’m still hiding.
Video still gives me a buffer. If I shoot a clip and my stomach looks like Jabba the Hut, all I have to do is delete it, and it’s like it has never happened. Skype is a WHOLE other kettle of fish that I haven’t brought myself to yet. I’m working up to it, and in fact there is someone I would love to be able to do it with, I just haven’t gotten there yet. In time though, as with first the pictures and now the clips, I know I’ll be a happy little Skype Slut as well.
When you sit and think about it, exhibitionism comes in many different forms, and I am happy to say I enjoy most. Wish me luck on my future Skype sessions!
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