Monday, May 26, 2008

Sugasm #133

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #134? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.


Julia S. courtesy of Badgirls Hotbox.

This Week’s Picks


Giving a Damn
“Something happened somewhere along the way, though. I began to care.”

Catalina loves “Better Sex Through Yoga”
“I’ve tried a lot of things, as you can imagine, but there were even a few new things in there for me!”

Reality Check: Dealing With Assholes
“Being able to decline a call is great but bills still need to be paid.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
The Secret Lives of Plants


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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Infidelity - An International Pastime
Misc. Letters
Rant: Strip clubs are for customers, not dancers
Top Ten Law Phrases That Sound Dirty, but Aren’t


Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Mistress Claire Adams Dominates Sarah Jane Ceylon on Hogtied
Sasha Grey HotMovies Interview
Site Review: Into The Attic
The Ultimate Smoking Fetish Movie - Julie Simone’s Smoking Interviews 3


Erotic Writing and Experiences
And Closer Still
Doin’ It Like A Porn Star
Fucking the co-worker
Ode to Anal - Sebastian, and the anal bond
The Ruf Guide to Coital Stamina
She’s Got Teeth
Smoking please.
So… who are you tonight?
Subway Ride
The West End Experience


Sex Work
My Naughty Thoughts


NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bedroom Radio #15: JohnBaku of FetLife and the G Twist Vibrator
Bouquet
Duck Race HNT
Flirtatious little bows -HNT
Guy fucks a black mouth in free video
Half-Nekkid @5:30 am
Hot Asian webcam girl made me cum hard
Julia S. - Bellisssima
Missed Show Punishment Spanking - Video Clip
Mistress Seven and Mistress Porsche Lynn shopping
Mistress Zena trampling a lucky sub
Putu (Hegre-Art)
Video: Cock Teasing, Twice-Coming Fun!


Sex Advice
Advice: My Boyfriend Won’t Go Down on Me
Greater Intimacy Through Tantric Sex
On Desire
Reader Asks: I Haven’t Met Her, But Should She Leave Him?
Smelling Like Sweet Romance?? - The Dangers of Douching


BDSM & Fetish
Anniversary, fatigue and quickies
Another Interesting Morning
Arrival
Beating
Follow My Rules-Part II
Haunt Hunt, But No Goth Cunt
Learning My Limits (part 3)
My IMsL 2008 Trip – Part 6
Parachutes and Panties
Stock and Bonds, ch. 2
Summertime, And The Piggies Are Easy
Underneath

Thursday, May 22, 2008

She's Got Teeth

His face was bored as he looked at me, my hands on my thighs as I knelt at the foot of the bed, anticipating his response to my spill of information.

It didn't look as if I was in for a romantic love making session, but I was hungry for whatever he had for me.

I may be a girl, but I have some mean teeth on me.
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I could tell that he hadn't had a good day so I slapped him. Little did I know that he would in return slam me against the bed and underneath him, his hand reaching under my skirt and ripping the crotch right out of my panties before plunging his finger roughly inside of me. No ceremony allowed.

Sickly enough, its what we both needed and it didn't end there.

I had originally decided to slap him as a love tap but it came out a little too passionate and provoked his more tiger-like perceptions.

He kissed me a little too hard as he held me against with a little too much strength, his mouth like an attacking enemy. I swooned, the sound coming from my near-panic stricken head space. When I tried to wriggle away a little bit he put his fingers in my mouth, holding my lower jaw down as he kissed and licked all down my face and neck, fully securing his hold over me.

After just moments of my restrictive captivity, I was in a tumult of amorous need, my blood pumping and my mind a whirlwind of thought that I couldn't control. I began to kiss him back, I was his Stolkholm Syndrome maladied prisoner, my passion was feverish.

He ripped at my loose tee, tearing it down from the neck down over my tummy, the fabric laying half open like a skin. His reckless disrobing of my body revealed my breasts, which he immediately began inspecting with both his hands and his mouth, his teeth biting harshly at my nipples.

Between my legs a slickness had accumulated, slithering down my bits to my bottom when it tickled and agonized my seemingly passion-starved body. I shook all over underneath him, his hands roaming without a plan but with a definite purpose: to conquer. His hand slipped down between my legs again and as he investigated my slick center, he looked me dead in th eye, stealing any dignity from my mind, making me surrender whatever shyness still exists between us.

I whimpered and wiggled and felt like it was worlds of time before he slid his thick finger inside of me, my insides gripping him tightly as it entered me. I shook my head from side to side rhythmically slowly against the bed, trying to immerse myself in the feeling. As he teased me digitally I could hear the wet sounds created by my wetness which only antagonized my need. My clit was a hard pebble underneath his thumb as he rubbed it side to side, illiciting little high-pitched moans from my throat.

When at last that game had ceased to provide him entertainment, he lowered himself quickly beneath me, holding me against him with his hands on my waist. I lifted my head to watch his, busy between my legs, his eyes closed and his expression that of complete enjoyment. I watched with voyeuristic pleasure, enjoying both senses of touch and sight as he pleasured me. He stopped only once to utter a statement of compliment,

"Baby, you taste so good."

I heard no further utterances because before too long he had worked me to a crashing climax and pinioned me beneath him to take his pleasure of me. I moaned hard as he used all of his prowess to pant and huff sensation out of me, my body heating up to an incredible temperature. I straightened out my legs on both sides oh him in a split which he took to his advantage, forcing his full length inside of me, my mouth opening in a silent O.

I was overcome by a moment of invention and as I bit down hard on his bottom lip while kissing him in his fevered labors, I knew his climax was just moments away.

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After, I lay ruminating over my emotions. Had the violence and domination hurt me in any way? Was I a crying pile of sadness in corner somewhere? The answer is no.

The reason being that there can be love in the conquer and domination of a female. There can be passion and eloquence and also safety.

Never once did I fear for my body or spirit, and thats the way it should be.



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Oh and btw, the blog has hit just over 200,000 daily renewable hits......yay! (This is me dancing in my socks and panties for joy in my bedroom) A daily renewable hit count is one one where the counter only updates when the daily visitor count has gone over the already recorded maximum daily hit rate so far. So, I guess people love reading the exploits of a perverted college student after all. :)

Monday, May 19, 2008

Sugasm #132



Bali Hai-HNT courtesy of Blue-eyed Vixen.


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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #133? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.


This Week’s Picks
Fuck The Pope.

“The Church would have you believe that abstinence should be sufficient.”


Good Boy
“Despite my outward appearance, I still felt sexy as hell knowing what was underneath those misleading garments.”

May Masturbation Challenge: Progress Report day 10
“At the Dee & Apollo household, it’s early on Day 10 of the May Masturbation Challenge. ”

Mr. Sugasm Himself (one from the vaults)
The US Constitution Erotic Coloring Book

Editor’s Choice
UK Criminal Justice Bill Clause 63 - but what is “extreme”? - A Beginners Guide


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BDSM & Fetish
Anal Attentions
D.I.Y.= Dom It Yourself
A different type of torture
Dinner at La Domaine
Hot Bottom Maintenance Spanking
Hot Mommy
Kiss and make it better.
Jumping the “Shark”
Punished. Bare.
Submissive Little Darling
Tied

Sex Advice
5 Advanced Vaginal Fisting Techniques
No More Bush
Sex: A Guide for Newbies-Chapter #1 The Vagina

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Closer
Cuntphobia
Erotic Writing 102?
In his arms (2)
A Man’s Wetdream
Mid Stroke
See you through my eyes
Sex on the Road
Sticky Heat
Stock and Bonds, ch. 1
Wear Nothing Beneath Your Housecoat
Why I Missed Work Today

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Busty Redhead Mz Berlin Dominated And Forced To Cum
Catalina loves Asking Mz. Berlin 15 Questions
Clone my what?
Jenna Haze HotMovies Interview
Telugu Condom Song

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bali Hai -HNT
Erica & Rachelle Drummond
InFocusGirls
January Seraph is so pretty in this corset and collar
Massage Therapy (video)
Megan Jones Free Photo Gallery from Digital Desire
The Perfect Fetish Picture
Video: Doin’ It on My Balcony

Sex Work
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing Revisited


Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
1, 2, 3, 4! Sha la la la la la live for today
Art Personified
Believe to Understand
Book store surrender
Confessional
Corporate Outings, Sex Rooms, & finding out how Vanilla your boss is
Flicking beans
An Open Letter to You Who Troll Craigslist: For the Fellas
Seamen = fine. Semen = Not.
Twisted Childhood Tales, and What They Became

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Camping Kitty

This week was the perfect time to go out into the wilderness and pop a tent, spark a fire and run bikinied through the forest; so we went camping. :)

It was so fun, and I have to say despite my frou-frou girliness, I am such a lover of nature and of camping, I could have stayed out there all week.

Even in the "wilderness" I'm wearing pearls and painted pink fingernails. haha.
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Happy Summer!

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Monday, May 12, 2008

Sugasm #131


Panties and heels courtesy of Long-Distance Sub.

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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #132? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.


This Week’s Picks

Kink
“A bill outlawing the possession of “extreme pornography” is set to become law next week.”

M is for Mine
“You comment on my wetness.”

The Story Behind the Waxing
“I tend to go to people that I trust really know what they are doing when it comes to my pussy.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Keeley Hazell Regrets

Editor’s Choice

The sadistic impulse

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Being the Receiver…
Desperate boy.
A Parity of Madams and Whores
Trapped
You say trannyboifag, I say trannyboifag


Sex Work
At Least My Vibrators Don’t Judge Me
Sex Worker Solidarity: Gracie

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Blowjob in the showers
ClarityDrunk and horny
Flash #1 - Greedy
Two Minutes and 52 Seconds
Unicorn Sighting

Sex & Politics
Um. Pornography is in focus?


NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Another Gratuitous Picture Post
Back with HNT!
Half-Nekkid at the Beach
Lilaceous
Mirror Mirror
Monica - Drop On Jacuzzy
Pornsaint Kylie Ireland
Strange Sex Fantasies
Teen bobs on Ron Jeremy’s cock
Video: Long Distance Lovemaking


Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Catalina loves Melvin Moten, Jr. (An interview with the fetish photographer behind Erocrush.com)
If You Were a Sex Toy, What Would You Be?
My IMsL 2008 Trip – Part 4
The Sexiest Form You Might Ever Fill Out
Shall We Play A Game?

BDSM & Fetish
Cerebral Trainee Subject: Susan
A day of torment (pt 2)
Dining Table Punishment Spanking
Dionysian Tales
Harmony Rose Is Dominated On The Training Of O
Other World Kingdom visit - Part 4
Submissive Little Darling
The Submissive Male Construct and Nice Guys
Weighty Matters

Sex Advice
A Little Lesson on Figging…
Sex Dates for Parents
Vaginal Fisting: What It Is and How to Do It

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Monday, May 05, 2008

Sugasm #130


Half-Nekkid Thursday courtesy of Tara Tainton.

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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #131? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.


This Week’s Picks

Gross Spelling Errors Turn Me Off
“Here are a few other word issues that come up in sex writing that throw me off and drive me crazy.”

L’Artiste“I want time to sip my whisky, to drink you in as you unveil yourself, as you offer your body to my steady gaze.”

Learning My Limits (Part 1)
“It hurts. It’s gorgeous. ”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
24-Months of AVN Online, $0


Editor’s Choice
The Few, The Proud, The Pornless

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BDSM & Fetish
Catching Up on the Back Story
Cut to the chaste
A date with Lumpo
Damaged Lovers
Desire beyond reason but within bounds
Follow My Rules-Part 1
His Slut
It’s just a through and through
M
Messy Kitchen Figging and Thrashing Video
On fire
Points of Order
The Promise
What a way to start the day!

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Leave It to Beaver
Masturbation Month Is Here!
New At Nuts4chic - Pick Up Lines That Make You Groan
New Jimi Hendrix SEX Tape out Now!!
Rascal Wear Leather Wrist And Ankle Cuffs Review
Sex Toy Review of The Rude Boy For Babeland

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Audrey Bitoni and Angela
Bedroom Radio #14 “Sex 2.0 and Spanking”
Half-Nekkid on Silky Pillow Cases
Half-Nekkid Thursday: Flashing the Neighbors
Pictures ( a bed & 2 guys!)
Sasha Grey (Goddess)
Scarlett Johansson - Fucking Hot Babe in Red

Sex Advice
Putting the “Play” Back into Playing with Yourself
Strap-Ons 101

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Confession
Denial.
Encounter
I want….
A Perfect Ten
Possibly the best, so far
Switch
Tease and Denial are NOT Reciprocal
Under My Thumb

Sex Work
Reality Check: Asshole Clients

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Am I or Aren’t I?
Green eyed monster
The Inevitable


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Thursday, May 01, 2008

Submissive Little Darling

Perhaps its already widely known but a vast piece of my sexual identity resides in my self perceived and motivated position of being a submissive.

All my psychobabble fellow students always do their own modest sort of personality profile on me and my sexuality and always find me to be submissive, in sexual deed and perception. I can't contest it as in every day and in every way I find myself filed away under the big black "S".



I've nurtured this tendency within myself to the point where I feel I've found my one true sensual calling: being someone else's.

My skin crawls with tingles when I imagine my wrists being bound above me and the length of rope trailing from them is attached to a hook above me. I'm pulled taut up like a bow by the tension of the rope so that my feet can barely touch the floor, save for the balls of my feet.

I can feel the softness of a length of fabric tied over my eyes and I can hear the jangle of rolling buckles clanging as a bit harness is secured between my teeth and around my head. My teeth bite down to test the strength of the bit and they find it sufficient to keep my wailing at bay.

I flinch as my clothes are ripped from my body, revealing my skin down to my bra and panties. I hear hushed and hurried voices in the corner of the room and more sounds of instruments being fetched. My body tenses and I let a small stream of tears from my eyes in anticipation of what’s to come. A warm hand trails down my breast bone to the band of my panties, tickling me but also making me painfully aware of how incapacitated I am. A deep voice comes close to the soft shell of my ear.

"I'm going to make you blush all over your body and when this is through, you'll be an exhausted heap lying on this cold cement floor begging to be Mastered still."

A shiver runs through my body at his words and I feel that all too familiar rush of heat and moisture inside of me. I whimper in response but the only consolation I receive is a soft rap on my bitted mouth by the tip of a crop.

In my mind a tidal wave of emotions flood: pleasure, pain, fear, anticipation, vulnerability, chill, heat. They all contradict and fuel one another as they parade around my cortex, taking me out of the moment for the time being.

A heated blow to the thigh awakens me to my present situation: my breath catches and my body recoils, dangerously upsetting my hold to the ground. I struggle to keep attached to the floor while I know he watches on, entertained. He speaks up:

"I said: How do you like a little slap and tickle?"

I struggle with communication abilities until he interrupts with a solution,

"Moan once for yes and moan twice for no."

I moan once after much trepidation. His laughter pounds through my ears,

"Ask and you shall receive."

I whimper and furrow my brow; I always did have too big of a mouth around my Sirs.

His walks a slow circle around me to intimidate me and to confuse my sense of location. I can hear his breathing and I can sense how his libido is firing up like a great kiln of perversion. The first smack to my flesh hits the back of my knee, a reminder of my totally exposed expanse of skin. He could beat me black and blue all over my body if he wanted; my body is his to poke prod and manipulate and I put myself here to be his.

After ten quick pops of the crop all over my body I’m softly weeping, small tears escaping from time to time. He pulls the strap on my bit to bring my face up to his; even stretched out like this he still towers over me like a great sentinel in the darkness. The heat of his speech reclaims my senses,

"Do you regret your pledge to be under my whip?"

I moan twice quickly.

"Do you feel like you’re ready to dive more deeply?"

I moan once with great determination. My limit hasn’t even been touched, why stop now?

>He moves away to his tool box and I hear the semblance of something metallic and automatically become extremely intimidated. When he's close enough so that I can hear his breathing, he scrapes my skin with the flat side of a very powerful knife, I whimper and try to pull away but he hushes me in a very expeditious fashion.

Pulling the hip portion of my panties taut, he slices through them with the knife and follows suit with the other side. He pulls the center of my bra taut and slices it too with hardly any effort. I can feel the shells of the cups fall away and feel the tug as he cuts the shoulder straps as well, pulling the whole garment off and away in one fell swoop.

The cool air on my nipples perks them immediately, the chill coursing through all of me. I’m hardy adjusted to my nudity when I feel the soft stroke of seemingly a thousand strips of softness touch my tummy and trail up between and over my breasts; a flogger.


I wiggle to try and avoid its reach when I realize its only provoking his sadistic side. I whimper as he lightly swings the flogger over my bottom; the sting is just a whisper of what it will be. I’m protesting behind my bit and rubbing the side of my face against my upper arm to calm myself. I’m working my way into my own early levels of sub space; my acceptance doesn’t come easily and when it does, it comes only after much near-hysteria and lead-in.


He isn't amused as he hasn’t even begun and he intends to show me my place by swinging the flogger hard onto my bottom, forcing me to reclaim my standing position after nearly losing my balance. I can feel the tears starting to rampage right behind my eyes and know that with only a few more well timed swings I'll be a sobbing mess.


He calls out my name as he lands a hard swing on my rib cage just under my breasts, some stray lengths of leather catching the soft flesh underneath my breasts. His voice clears and resounds,


"Why do you submit? Is it because you have no choice or because you have the option to choose? One for the first and two for the second, please."


He smacks me yet again, this time full across my upper thighs, he leaves much time between smacks for me to process the sensation.


I think for but a moment before moaning twice. His voice is thoughtful now,


"Oh I see, you’re a slut by choice and a submissive by compulsion then."


He doesn’t ask me to respond but instead hits me with two closely measured blows to my breasts, making me moan and curl my toes, a wail at last issuing from behind my bit. He takes my upper arm in hand and spins me slowly as he beats first my tummy and then my bottom with two severe swings. I’m sobbing and pleading wordlessly and I can feel his tension building from where I hang.


He strokes the full length of my back with three to four swings of the flogger, the wispy sting just barely grazing my bottom. I let my head hang forward and begin breathing heavily, my teeth chomping on the bit rhythmically. He isn’t going to give me time to absorb these blows; these blows are for him and his delight and for my pain and my struggle. I cant blame him for indulging himself to my pain though, as this is what I’m here for.


Just as I’m starting to feel the strain of my own weight pulling painfully on my arms he blinds me with semi soft yet strategically placed smacks all over my uppers arms and over my armpits. I make a harsh intake of breath and bring my head to an upright position.


He goes behind me and its a religious experience as he begins to lap uncounted blows up and down and back and forth over my back. I scream and pant, my expressions slightly muffled by the bit in my mouth and my pain greatly enhanced by the darkness my eyes are privy to.


I can feel something akin to mist clinging to the well punished skin on my back when I realize he's broken the skin ever so slightly all over. He stands back to admire his work as I begin to feel little droplets of moisture sliding down my spine.


I’m moaning and pleading uncontrollably by now, my mind having slipped into a colorful and orgiastic space, my sub-space. Imagine being on drugs and falling off a cliff into a huge vat of feathers and you'll get what I feel when I've been properly taken down a notch by a whip or a flogger.


My lungs are having a hard time collecting enough air as my arms have been secured over my head by tight ropes for nearly an hour and upon realizing this, my Sir begins to take me down slowly, not by untying my wrists but by lowering me slowly to the ground where I eventually just let my body lie down where it wants to. My relief compounds into serenity as he picks me up and lies me on a soft surface, not minding my lightly bleeding wounds being compressed beneath me.


He slowly unties my wrists with care and then once I’m free, he lightly massages my hands until all the blood-flow returns before once again securing my wrists, this time apart and to the sides of the small table I'm lying on. He coaxes my tired legs up into a bent position close to my body and secures my ankles as well. I breathe methodically as he pulls me further down the table, until my legs are wide open and my bottom is nearly falling off the edge of the table.


He suddenly flicks a thin cane near my left ear, startling me and forcing a new barrage of tears to flood from my eyes. He strokes my tummy with the tip of the cane, lightly snapping the brutal tip against both of my nipples. I'm shocked into guttural screams behind my bit when he smacks down the cane on my inner thigh, my body jumping in spite of itself. I pant and chew at the bit yet again, to try and hold back my cries of pain and disapproval.


My abused skin feels as if its not part of my body, but rather a bit out in space and taking the repeated punishment of the snaps of the cane.


I feel shame as I feel the slickness of my kitten sliding out of me and dripping to the floor; I swear I can almost hear it and when he strokes my innermost core with the tip of the cane cloyingly I try to pull back, fearing pain and punishment is going to be directed there too. His voice is a shock to me suddenly,


"Petite, do you think I'll beat our cunt as well? Do you think me so wicked and merciless?"


I remain silent but instead do nothing to stop the flow of my tears soaking the blindfold. Sobs rack my chest and he clicks his tongue softly as he comes over to my side where he can speak to me more intimately. I feel sudden panic when he begins to loosen the blindfold, fearing my humiliation at his discovery of all of my crying.


His hands are soft and comforting when he touches my face, soothing my worries. He bends over my face to place a kiss on my forehead before reaching behind my head to loosen the bit and eventually take it off. I stretch my mouth and lick my lips as I look shyly up at him. I shiver suddenly and uncontrollably as he stares at me.


When he walks back over the foot of the table I'm stunned, as I am too when he lowers himself, lining up his face with my dripping feminine orifice. His tongue is shock and heat and release all in one orgiastic moment. I cry out when his tongue etches trails in my wetness and when I can feel him gently prodding my clit. I whimper and say "Sir" over and over and over again. His face is soft against my inner thighs as his mouth works on me and I wish suddenly I could reach out to him and run my hands trough his hair, be closer to him; but this is what he wants, this distance, this act of pleasure after my punishment. The affection will come later.


I beg him to let me come for him,


"Please Sir, let me come for you. Please let me...for you. For you....for you."


My words become unintelligible moans as my head thrashes back and forth, my teeth biting down hard on my lips and hand hands clawing at the rope of my restraints. Suddenly his head pops up and he speaks softly to me, his lips and chin glistening with my produced amorous flow.


"You can come after you count to ten and once you reach it, I want you to yell it out and come as you do."


I get nervous in situations like these because times before I've been told to come on command and I just couldn’t do it; its about a fifty/fifty situation and it always makes me feel horribly disobedient when I can't reach it.


I begin to calmly and slowly count to ten in my mind, the numbers sliding softly through my brain as I reach them. My body is like a bucking wild animal by this time, while my mind is the most controlled item in my possession. When eight comes bubbling up my anxiety increases. Nine now, preparing for ten.


"TEN!" I scream out, my lungs exploding as my body seems to dies and be reborn within the instant I realize it has submitted to his will and has given me a star-filled and ecstatic orgasm.


My head lulls from side to side as I come to from my seeming coma. He strokes my cheeks softly now, his face above mine, my scent clinging to his face and enveloping me.


I let some huge breaths escape my as I recover; he is a permanent shadow above me, the only audience to my pounding existence.


I forget who I am as he unties me, throws me over his shoulder and carries me out of the room.


I have no idea where I'm going but I know whatever it is, I know I'll try and please him. I am his.
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So after all my doom and gloom lately, I thought I'd post something a little more creative. How did you like it? My fiction it seems, can be as good as my reality.