Monday, September 16, 2019

Diary

Blog updates and more personal journal updates can be found here, in Cara Sutra's Diary. Find out what goes on between the bedsheets, what makes me tick sexually and enjoy an intense and erotic peek into the private sex lives of my partners and I. Discover my plethora of sexual kinks and gasp as I reveal all. Do you dare read in public or are you bookmarking for later? If you'd like to read even more behind the scenes news and access exclusive personal updates including photos, why not support my work on Patreon? I hope you enjoy reading through my diary entries from over the years.

Spoons

Recursive ripples of pleasure emanating from our tangled form. My mouth taking in the pre-cum slicked tip of his cock, my lips wet by my tongue between taking more and more of his shaft until he’s fucking my throat. His freshly blown cock, still wet from a heady mixture of salty tears, cum and saliva, perfectly lubricated to slide balls-deep into my aching cunt. His generous cock which is always ready for more and never seems spent, completing the carnal hat-trick by flipping me over, smearing cold gel with finger tips and fucking my arse. Hard. While I sob from that addictive blend of exhaustion, need, pain and arousal, deep wracking cathartic sobs into the well-worn teddy of an ageplayer.

Pretty when I cry

Raising my hips in the usual way I can easily slip just the end of his still hard cock inside my incredibly wet cunt. Sucking him and making him cum hard down my throat always turns me on so much that my inner thighs are a sticky mess of arousal. I lean down to kiss him, my mouth still awash with the taste of his cum - but he loves the taste. It makes him kiss me all the more passionately, his tongue sweeping around my mouth, exploring, relishing every last remnant of his cum and combining that pleasure with kissing me because he loves me but lusts for me, and these moments are the culmination of that desire and emotion. I kiss him back harder, matching his passion, and at the same time sit down hard on his cock, my tight but slippery pussy offering absolutely no resistance whatsoever. He gasps and moans all at once, into my mouth as we're still kissing. So satisfying. I start to move, slowly at first, up and down on his cock and my tits hang down heavily, nipples brushing his chest hair. He moves his hands out easily from underneath my playfully Dominant hands on his wrists, there's nothing I could do to stop him. His fingers find my nipples and pinch them gently at first, then increasing in pressure until I'm the one moaning against his mouth in now intermittent kisses, gasping and moaning and squealing. Rising and sitting on his cock, my thighs clamped hard to his body, riding him on top and wanting more, always more, insatiable for his sex.

Can You Be A Homophobic Bisexual Submissive Male?

By Cara Sutra: Can you be a homophobic bisexual submissive male? Let's explore this fascinating subject. First, here's two interesting facts about a recent new slave.

Fifty Shades of Grey Movie Review by Cara Sutra

By Cara Sutra: I don’t care what you think about Fifty Shades of Grey. By the time the Fifty Shades of Grey Movie was released in UK cinemas I was bouncing with excitement about going to see it. Not because I’m the world’s biggest 50 Shades fan. Not because I find Christian Grey knicker-gushingly hot. Because I wanted to be able to make up my own damn mind without being torn one way or the other by other people’s opinions.

Why you need to ditch the ‘I hate 50 Shades of Grey’ bandwagon

I didn’t want a man (or woman, as it turned out) to look into my eyes and say my name softly as he/she fucked me gently. I wanted to have my wrists held behind my back, I wanted a hand tight around my throat, I wanted my hair around a fist and my head yanked back as I was kissed so hard that I would think I was actually dying from not being able to breathe, for my lips and neck to be bitten until they bled and I had lasting bruises to wear with pride. I didn’t want soft sex in the dark I wanted flipping over and beating with the lights on full. I didn’t want private intimacy I wanted to have hot wax dripped over my tits with an audience watching. I didn’t want a long, hard cock with a rich suitor attached, I wanted the choice of a man or a woman as a sexual partner, to ride life’s taboos which had been denied to me for so long and to taste the most exotic (to some, obscene) pleasures that the world and other consenting people could offer.

What I Get Out Of Locking A Man In A Chastity Cage

By Cara Sutra: What thrill could anyone get out of locking a man into a chastity cage? At a time when the spotlight is full blast on BDSM and kink it’s refreshing to see Uber Kinky coming to the fore and raising awareness about different types of alternative relationships. What I mean is, plenty of people are now aware of light bedroom bondage which has been mainly interpreted as female sub, male Dominant. Because all relationships consist of two people, hetero, cis, the whole gender binary he-she-bang. Well actually, no.

The Breaking of K (Wearing of the CB-6000 Male Chastity Device Journal from slave...

To dream of the unobtainable invariably leads to torment and unrequited desire. After last night's conversation I found myself imagining what it must be like to have sex with the most stunningly beautiful, unattainable, deliciously cruel Goddess and Bitch. I imagined Her naked body close to me, Her erect nipples betraying Her arousal, the heat radiating from Her sex and through that heat I could feel the moistness inviting my eventual penetration. Of course this was all in my imagination, but I was imagining something I'd never dared with any of my previous Femdom owners. Having said that, Mistress Cara is special, probably my last and certainly the most deserving and superior Mistress I have ever served. Perhaps even more reason not to imagine the impossible. Not only did I imagine it but I did so when my cock was restrained preventing not only sexual release but even a proper erection.

Can I really have an orgasm in my sleep?

Upon properly waking up I don’t feel the muscle tension that usually comes post-orgasm. The orgasm I had in my dreams isn’t that lightning bolt zing from clit to throat. It’s more of a rippling wave from top to toe, a gentle lapping of pleasure which unfurls from… where, I’m once again not sure. The pit of my stomach, my clit, my mind. All I know is that when I’m awake the feeling is ebbing away but it might just be the fading of a dream, not a real orgasm. One of my exes could orgasm without touching herself. Whether on the bus or just before going to sleep at night. Wherever she was she could just think about it and make herself have an orgasm. What an enviable skill. But her orgasms were always when she was fully awake, never when asleep.

Why I won’t be sleeping in the wet patch

I know what I want to happen after sex. I want to lay together, body to hot sweaty body, post-sex heat our only blanket, clinging together in glorious love - well, mainly stuck together with the velcro of rapidly drying bodily fluids. I want it to be just like ‘in the movies’ (films, for us Brits). To immediately drift into the deep peaceful sleep of the newly-shagged, in candlelight (without any thought of the fire hazard) and wake up in the morning still clinging together. As if we were Jack and Rose. Only Jack didn't have to die and Rose let him climb on the damn door. My makeup would be absolute perfection through the night, until the sun’s rays gently woke us from nauseatingly romantic slumber. My pillowslip would most definitely not look like a clown’s washcloth. Nor would my face.

Slamming on the brakes to find myself

I feel like I’m becoming a cold, corporate thing that isn’t really me. I’ve lost some of what makes me a person in my writing, in my blogging. I feel so privileged to be offered so much writing work, but recently I’ve been a writing machine. Churning out my best research, thoughts, tailored opinions and experiences for the delectation of various audiences. Marketing writing and promotions, features, columns and spotlights, admins and advert placement and promotional tweets, optimisation and backlinks and answering countless emails that never end. Sales advice, product advice, digital marketing advice, blogging advice.

Bear Faced Cheek

Caught Biscuit in the act. Naughty, dirty little bear, Daddy says, "well he must have learned it somewhere"

Together for four years – and this weekend we try something new

We're actually staying in a hotel room, for two nights, the two of us (my man and I) without anyone else. For most people in a relationship this long, this would have been out of the way and done with in the first 6 months, a year at most. Definitely before having a child, in any case. Not us. We've always had someone with us when we've stayed anywhere, from ex partners to the chauffeur slave who attends events with us.

Tell me, what’s your flavour?

Vanilla? Extra sauce? Something fruity with sprinkles on top? Get your tongues ready for a sexy summer.

The Time I Made Him Make Me Safeword

By Cara Sutra: He had his fingers inside me. It sounds so gorgeously innocent, doesn’t it? So young, almost like the first gentle corruption of a fresh faced virgin. They're just fingers; sweet, dipping in-and-out fingers.

Let’s Play Ball

I got a new toy this week, but not the usual kind.

Whirlwind of Fire

The evening passed in the usual blur where time speeds up and excitement is at a high. We got closer and closer during the evening and exchanged flirty banter and those looks. You know the ones. Curious, daring, challenging, knowing. Time was escaping us, rushing past in an echo of Alice in Wonderland madness. Swept up in her crazy hotness and wild fire we rebelled and kissed - and our lips then tongues meeting was fire to fire. The taste of not girl, but woman. Full knowledge and comprehension of actions, not some naive innocent who will later regret.

Sinful Sunday World Cup Competition: Win a massive Fantasy by Cara Sutra bondage kit...

The huge Fantasy by Cara Sutra Sinful Sunday bondage prize haul: A Fantasy by Cara Sutra beginner’s bondage kit in your choice of black or red Fantasy by Cara Sutra bondage tape, red Lady Finger Vibrator (kindly donated by La Boudoir Boutique) Set of Vibratone Jiggle Balls (kindly donated by La Boudoir Boutique) Cherry Vanilla (-giggle-) scented Yankee Candle 2x Fantasy by Cara Sutra stickers 2x Fantasy by Cara Sutra button badges An extremely limited edition Fantasy by Cara Sutra coaster

Is Pubic Hair Sexy? Does It Matter What You Do With Your Pubes?

By Cara Sutra: Natural dark curls, silky blonde fur, neat tufts or barely there at all. Is pubic hair sexy? Does it matter what you do with your pubes? For women, pubes are the central topic of an ongoing fight between popular culture purported by glossy magazines such as Cosmopolitan and Glamour and our innate right to do whatever we want with our own bodies.

Preparation

I want to leave the exact details of the situation to your imagination. The Domme or the kitten? The Owner or the owned? The whip hand or the punished?

Kink Links: The Erotic Gems of the ETO Show 2014

I’m very excited to share with you the products I absolutely loved at the ETO Show this year - and they didn’t even have a stand! Kink Links erotic jewellery. The first few times Kink Links tried to meet with me at the recent ETO Show 2014, I was away from the stand I was exhibiting The Cara Sutra Collection Ltd on. I was in a flurry of meetings and networking, but Kink Links persisted and eventually found me at E4, my little corner of the large NEC exhibition hall.