Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Reclaiming his territory

He moved on his side to face me, both of us on top of the bed. His nose almost touching mine. There’s no argument which could ever be brooked with those dark eyes, brooding doesn’t even come close. Determined? Of course. Expectant. Dominant. In control. To be obeyed without question or hesitation. To stare into them means to know this is what you really want, to know your own mind and be strong enough to go where it and he leads. I'm proud enough to face those eyes openly and without hiding or running. They were out of focus range, suddenly… and his mouth was on mine, tasting and invading. The first penetration.

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 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.

Bear Faced Cheek

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

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.

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?

Lie back and think of England

...because you're about to get a pounding too As for me, I'm definitely going to score tonight.

Flesh Corset

So this week I got a new corset. You can see some quick snaps of it here on twitter. I liked the patterns on my skin after I'd kept this tightly laced corset on for...

Shadow of Sin

In the spirit of the June prompt for Sinful Sunday, Black and White, I have included both colour and black and white photography. As I was trying on some new lingerie for a review this week, my man and I were playing. I was teasing with my lace underwear, and I realised the light shining through made some very pretty patterns. I snapped this shot so I could share my saucy, sinful shadow!

More from Daddy’s Whore

As my original Daddy's Whore Sinful Sunday was so popular, I wanted to share another couple from that set. I hope you like them. I was feeling quite nervous; I don't think I'm very good at posing even though he told me I was being a good girl.

The Mistress

The June Sinful Sunday prompt is 'black and white'. Introducing, The Mistress.

From tired to wired with a wink and a wank

In the last quarter of orgasm he turned me again, even while I held the bullet to my clit to finish what had started. He found that freshly fucked and messy hole and shoved his unwaning hardness inside. Fucking me while I was still in the pleasure throes, he was quite clearly getting off on my war between pleasure and pain, the forced continuity of stimulation as my orgasm tried and failed to subside. It just carried on. He wasn’t done with me until he said so.

How I prepare my body for my partner and sex

Do you have body adornments such as piercings or tattoos for sexual reasons? Does your lover? I did. I had a vertical clitoris hood piercing. I loved it. I took the bar out for a couple of days though (it rattles on bullet vibrators) and the hole half closed up. I want a repiercing now, a horizontal clitoris hood piercing this time. Definitely for sexual reasons. A ring and a clip on leash... rawr. Hot. I don't have any tattoos, they're not my thing (on me I mean; I love them on others). I have pierced ears and a pierced navel. Most definitely NOT for sexual reasons. Belly button sex? Um, no thanks.

Easy like Sunday Morning

I almost titled this 'Stretch Marks, Bruises and Goosebumps' but decided against it. So here we are, Easy like Sunday Morning.

Daddy’s Whore

He said I'm nothing but a cheap whore, and it was about time he treated me like one. He bundled me away to some place. The room smelled of old and dust. I didn't. I smelled of need...