Tuesday, May 22, 2012


The air in my room was hot and thick. Music softly played in the background, as a fan hummed, and tried to create a cooler breeze. I tried to focus on what I was doing, but the tingle in my cunt begged for my attention. I was not going to deny myself the pleasure since you arent around.
I pulled up a story on my laptop screen, spread my legs, grabbed my toy and got comfortable. My body melting into the blankets and matress. My head sinking into my satin pillows. My hand trailed down to that familiar place as I powered on the toy, and softly dragged it to my clit. I read the words on the screen, but the images in my head were of you. Your hand around my throat, your cock inside me, your body against mine.
"Please fuck me! Use me to get yourself off," I moaned to absolutely no one. I craved your nails digging into my flesh. Your fingers twisting my nipples full way around. The feeling of your cock ripping me wide open. By that time the words were forgotten. A movie danced against the lids of my closed eyes, and we were the key players.
With no warning at all, a powerful orgasm swept over me. Almost as suddenly, emotions welled up within me. The orgasm was forgotten as all I could do was cry. In that single moment, it was quite evident.
I'm in love with you...

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Between A Rock And A Hard Cock


Our conversations had been hot and heavy for days now.  Talks of the parts of me he wanted.  Needed.  Craved.  Mainly my mouth, cunt, and how he wanted to utterly obliterate my ass.  I was scared, yet turned on.  I don’t know about him, but I practically frothed at the mouth with every text he sent about all that he had in store.  And then, the night came. 

I was informed to bring myself, and the doctor’s office grade lube that I had on hand. I waited and waited for the time when he would text me to let me know he was off work, and for me to start the drive.  I got about 3 minutes from home, saw some road kill, and thought “SHIT!  I forgot the fuckin lube!”  One quick U-Turn later, I was heading back home to pick it up.  Anyways, I got back home snatched it off the bed (where I had stupidly left it while switching for a smaller purse) and zoomed back up the highway a little faster than I should to make up for lost time. 

Still, I am nervous as fuck.  I throw on a few tracks from my “Sexy Music” to calm me down, and put me in the right head space.  Which I mean, if you have seen this man, you would know I have NO issue feeling all sexy with him.  His face just OOZES sex.  His personality.  His mannerisms.  They just scream for me to let him do whatever he wants.

I drop a text that lets him know I am less than 2 minutes from our meeting place.  Short stop lights feel like they take eons to change.  My heart is racing.  There are goddamn pterodactyls in my stomach.   The things the thoughts of him do to me should be criminal.  Seriously.  It drives me crazy.  In a good way! 

I swing my big car into the parking lot, and he is already waiting.  I fumble to grab the things I want to bring, and quickly shuffle through the cold to switch to his car.  We spin off into the night.  To the place that is forever burned into my memory.  In the car, we exchange pleasantries, giggle about random stupidity (I can’t really remember the conversation exactly.  I am in such a fog at that point.)  But our conversations are good.  I like that I can fuck someone that stimulates more than just my cunt. 

He slides the car into park, we exchange a few looks, I sigh sharply, and we trudge from the car to the woods.  It seemed like it took FOREVER to walk that…I don’t even know the distance?  Miles?  Feet?  It felt like forever, me in my flip flops stumbling over dead weeds, and tree roots with nothing but slight moonlight, and my cell phone to (badly) guide my feet. 
Finally, he stops.  I scoot further a few feet to meet him.  He grabs my bag, and sets it on this HUGE rock, planted firmly in front of a low Y shaped tree.  He reaches for my cup, and I (like a brat) grab a few quick sips to quench the dry mouth I have going on.  He grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock, and I gently stroke it, knowing that shortly, it’s going on a very wet ride.   I giggle, and pass him the cup and it too goes on the rock.

Suddenly, he grabs me and pulls me close for a kiss.  I can’t forget, in that moment the way his mouth tasted.  Like cola, and cigarettes.  Intoxicating.  His hands were grabbing, and pulling me closer.  The tension in his pulls suggested that I best not pull away.  Not that I wanted to pull away.  I was under his spell.  Seconds later, he was pushing me down by my shoulders, so I stepped back to step out of my flip flops.  I got as settled as I could on the slightly rough terrain, and my mouth was suddenly filled with that cock that I had been thinking about for the longest time.  The texture of it is inexplicable.  I feel like I know every curve, contour, and vein right about now. 

I start by licking the head.  As much as I want to deep throat him, I need to feel every bit of it just once before I get used the way I have started to enjoy.  My slippery little tongue travels down the shaft, and soon, he and I are connected, nose to pelvis.  He takes that as a sign to start fucking mouth.  And does he ever!  Long, deep strokes.  Strokes full of determination to break past my tonsils, and destroy my throat.  All I can do is grab his thighs, and hold on for the ride.  And occasionally break away to throw up in a patch of leaves and grass.  His hands are grabbing for hair, to give him more leverage for each thrust.  Reaching down my shirt, he takes hold of a bejeweled nipple, and tweaks and twists it hard.  All I can do is groan and squeeze his thighs.  Pulling away just forces him down harder.  It’s not like I need to give this animal any incentive to render me even more breathless than I already am.

I suck that cock like a champ.  Breathless, gagging, but needing more.  I have a good rhythm going.  Suck, swallow, gag, pull off, and get it back in as deep as it goes.  At one point, I was even licking just a tiny bit of his balls.  That’s no small feat with the monster cock that guy is packing.  And I have NEVER been able to do something like that to him.  Grasshopper is learning much!  I pull off for one good breath and get it all in there and enjoy exploring what new things my gag reflex is letting me do, when he pulls me off.

He tells me to stand, and remove my pants.  I struggle to my feet as my head is already swimming from a lack of adequate oxygen.  I feel him pushing me closer to the rock, and a hand pushing my shoulders to bend over.  I lean, and try to get into a comfortable position to give him access to whichever hole he plans to take next.  My pants, which were puddled at my ankles, are stepped out of and discarded to the side.  He pushes me back, spreads my thick thighs further, and positions his cock.  It explodes into my cunt, like a stick of dynamite.  Apparently, I am fairly tight, so he always stretches me out a bit, but the pain from it just turns me on, so I grin, moan, and bear it. 

He thrusts in a few times, pulls out and replaces his cock with a couple fingers.  I look over my left shoulder in enough time to see him leaning down to kiss and nip at my hip.  I am so sensitive, so that obviously makes me wetter.  His fingers retreat, and his cock goes back in.  He is ramming it home.  I am trying to throw my hips back, and avoid snagging a nipple ring on the rock, and keep my balance.  I feel him lean in, and say softly for me to grab the lube.  That he is going to take my ass. 

Here’s the big moment.  There is no turning back.  He is only the second guy to get my ass, and this wasn’t going to be some sweet easy ride down the lazy river.  He was going full force on my ass.  Well as much as he could without breaking my poor little asshole.  The only sounds I hear at this point are the wind blowing, and the squishy sound of his lubed cock and his hand.  He passes me the lube; I hunch back down, and grab the rock and take a deep breath. 

He uses a finger to loosen me up, but damn.  My ass is tighter than my near virginal tight cunt.  Good.  Luck.  After a few strokes of his magic fingers, his huge cock is pushing in.  Hard.  I feel blinding pain, and dizzying pleasure.  I want it to stop, but I need it to continue.  Is that weird? 

The head pops in, and all I can say is “Its bigger than I thought!”  And we laugh over that.  He continues forcing his cock in, and it becomes about him.  I wanted it like this.  Him taking what he wanted.  Him getting his pleasure.  Me…submitting to his needs.  I clung to that rock for dear life, as he started thrusting hard, and digging his fingers into my fleshy hips.  I am panting beneath him and him above me.  The woods are alive with the sound of fucking, grunts, and my muffled squealing.   My torso is on fire from grinding against the rock. 

I am officially at the point where nothing else matters.  The chilly wind, the abrasions on my stomach and chest, the searing pain in my ass.  I just…I need for him to cum.  I need for him to get what he needs from my body.  My only goal is to give him what he needs.  I need to give way to his will.  And I do as he thrusts hard, whispers that he is going to cum, and unleashes what feels like gallons of it into my ass. 

He rests, kisses my hip once more, and pulls out.  I relax, smile, struggle to stand up and sit on the rock to soothe my throbbing ass.  He gently plants a kiss to my forehead, we both dress, and trudge back to the car to carry on with our lives, and drive off into the night. 

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Window

Of course I saw you peeking in my window.  Your sweaty face made a squeaky noise as you tried to slide across the glass, so as not to miss a damn thing.
Frankly, I don't blame you.  I mean, I would do the same thing had I been doing yard work, and happened to hear noises of pleasure from a window.  A window 2 feet above where you were kneeling, pulling weeds innocently enough, so that you could plant my herbs.  Well, did you like what you saw?  Were you surprised to see my zaftig body, haphazardly splayed limbs, brown skin glistening with sweat as amber colored afternoon sunlight peeks  through my curtains, while you gazed in deafening silence?
Was there a stirring in your pants as you watched one of my hands furiously rubbing my clit, as the other was content to thrust a toy deep into my cunt?  Were your ears shocked to hear the filthy language spilling from my lips as I coached myself to inch closer to cumming?  I  bet you never thought you would have guessed the quiet girl, whos  yard you tend, loved to be called a slut, or whore, among other things, as she imagined a large manly hand closing in and around my pretty little throat.
I had an inkling that you enjoyed my show when I could hear you moan.  Just hearing that animalistic groan soaked my pussy to the core.  It pushed me closer to the  edge, and clear across the county.
Though your view was obstructed, I wanted you to  see the way the cum poured from me and trickled down to the bed beneath my generous ass.  I am sure you noticed me shaking, trembling, and trying to maintain composure as aftershocks shot from my entire pussy, and exploded violently into the rest of my limp, ravaged body.  Pretending to be watched is hot.  Knowing I am being watched, and devoured by someone's eyes as I trace my finger tips over familiar territory gets  me on a high.  Even the most successful dealer can't peddle this shit on the streets.
As I lay, now swaddled in my blanket, on the brink of passing out from my post-orgasmic bliss, I wonder if you'll notice my front door is ajar...

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Frustrated

Tie me down.  Hurt me.  Use my body for your pleasure.  Then hold me as I fly back down, and the light from the window caresses our bodies.  Just let me feel my place again...

Friday, October 29, 2010

"What's on your mind?"

A lot of people have been wondering whats on my mind lately. Normally, I just say nothing (not out of not wanting conversation, but out of me not really knowing how to articulate whats in my pretty little head). I was sitting here at my desk reading as I normally do when I am ready to get off the computer, but I am still too wide awake to sleep. Somewhere in the tangled lines of the web, I read something. And it all clicked.

I dont want to give. I want to be taken. From head to toe. Mind, body, and soul. Grab me, hold me close. Make me feel soft, feminine and small. Caress my face gently as you look me in the eyes, and then kiss me like you mean it. Grab a handful of hair and tell me "I am gonna take care of this. Dont worry." And it just happens. Everything that is in my flesh trying to dig its way out, he just makes come out, effortlessly.

I just want to submit. To give myself over, and let Him do all the big decision making, and I just smile and nod. Which is odd for me, because normally, I like to have a bit of a say, whether its taken into consideration or not. I want Him to take me places I have been scared to go, but I know I can go safely, because we are hand in hand all along the darkened paths.

Theres this urge that is welling up again. The urge to let my masochist out to play, and give this sadistic Man the pleasure he wants from my moans, screams, and tears. I need to feel every ounce of my worries leaving me, because I tend to bottle them up, and dont know how to let them go when I am alone and in my bed at night. Perhaps because I have forgotten them, but their weight is still there rattling in my chest.

I need for this Mystery Man to let our roles fall into place. Nothing forced or awkward feeling. Everything just coming naturally. And him not being scared off because I have shed tears, but wanting to hold me, for just a moment while I regain composure, only to continue when I can go on. And when his sadistic side is sated, I would love for him to fuck me. Not so much for my pleasure, but for his. I want to be a vessel that he jacks off with. The Living Blow-Up Doll, if you will. I want his orgasms to not be a show of how attractive he finds my physical form, but a show of how deeply we are connected on a spiritual level. I can change my physical form at any time, but that spirit...that sweet soul that is me wont ever change. No matter the lifetime I am in.
And I dont want to have an orgasm. Or give him one. I want it taken from me. Over and over, till it hurts, and I want to stop. But we both know I dont really want the orgasms to stop.

And when all is said and done, I just want us to lie there. A tangle of limbs. No one sure were He ends and she begins, and not really caring. Just let her lie in the warmth of Him, and feel his love and protection radiate over her. Let her gather her strength like her strewn clothing so that she can go back into a world that seems to non-consensually take, take, take from her day after day...


Ask me what is on my mind, and I may say nothing, but its always something."

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Embracing Me.

My body.
She aint perfect,
But she's mine.

From my wide hips.
The way they mesmerize,
Sway and dip.

To my waist
Gentle and grand,
Bending with grace.

My tender thighs.
Thick, strong, dark.
Adored by many eyes.

Curvy, pudgy torso, soft and warm.
She bears many years,
Of comfort from storms.

Slightly smaller, my breasts.
What more can I say,
But they surely pass the test!

My body.
It isnt a size two.
Never will be either.
And thats fine with me.
I am learning to make peace with
What is God given,
And goddess modeled.

My Corner Of The Room

I see the way you look at me. The way your eyes graze over me, from head to toe and back again. I can tell from the frustrated look on your face that you are wondering, questioning, figuring how to approach me. Should you walk up, say hello, and hope upon hope that I dont find you boring? Or should you just jump right into a conversation about the book my nose seems embedded into?

Would you approach me if you knew what I did last night? If you knew that just 13 hours ago I was engaging in things that most men see late at night on the internet while their wives are in bed. Things most women blush at, or find to be the utmost of vulgarity. Would you approach me if you knew that last night, the very face you are studying like fine art, was fucked quite roughly? A mans cock was in my mouth, face fucking me, having fun at my expense. His cock choking me, gagging me. His work weathered hands pulling at my dark hair, forcing my soft pretty lips closer and closer to his cock base.

Would you join me for coffee if you knew that a firm hand grabbed me by the back of the neck, forced me to bed over a kitchen counter, and finger fucked me into oblivion, while his football buddies watched in awe at his commands and how I obeyed? How about if you knew that my naked body was on show for them as I masturbated and my moans echoed around the house with the sounds of an out of bounds call from a referee on screen? My orgasm fast approaching like a quarterback rushing for the end zone. My screams and grunts of pleasure and release mixed with the spectators on screen praising the team for a three point conversion.

Would you sit down a while and chat if you knew that after the company left, he pushed me to the floor on all fours, and my chocolate toned skin felt the sweet sting of his Italian leather belt? That he spanked me till the tears flowed and splattered on the hardwood floors beneath my quivering form? Would you still find me intriguing if you knew that I was rubbing my clit and cumming 4...5...6 times even though the pain was nearing unbearable? Could you stand to get to know me if you found out that he fucked me while I cried? No longer from the pain, mind you, but because I felt so free while his voice echoed in my head. Him calling me dirty little names, that a woman like me shouldn't adore?. Those words flying around the room like butterflies, liberated from their cocoon-ish prisons.

Would it cause you to turn and walk away if I told you that he and I fucked for hours on end? His cum covered me. My face, my tits, my cunt and ass? That I wasnt ashamed, but blissful as he came on me time after time? That I begged for him to slap me across the face as my pussy exploded around his cock, and he demanded that I look him in the eyes?

Would you think bad of me if you knew that as you stood across the room, sizing me up, I was sitting here at my lonely table gently masturbating. My thick thighs squeezing and clinching, inching me towards an almost silent orgasm, as I tap my foot to the sounds from my Ipod?

Could you approach me, or would you think I was too shy and watch as I packed up and slipped back into a sea of nameless faces, and into the mysterious ways of my life?