The Deprivation Game

I like to play. I like to play with others. I like to play with myself. Sometimes during sex, I like to play with other's minds (foremost, their bodies) as well.

So, I live in satin, are you jealous just because you're envious? Tisk, tisk.

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I created a game in my head one day when Gadget was plunging his most needy part inside my most needy bit. I thought,

Men can get so heated when it comes to sex, and I love that. How can I inspire him to become more heated, even if we're both a little down, and while at the same time, have a little bit of fun?

The game is called The Deprivation Game and is composed of just that, momentary sexual deprivation. When he strives to fuck me ever harder, I thrust down my pelvis so that his energetically pumping cock slips out. His usual reaction is along the lines of,

Oh no please baby, please! No, no, no, please. Please baby.

Accompanied by whimpering, a scrunched up emotional face and phantom fucking, as my strong thighs push down on his, barring access to the bits he wants most to plunge into. His struggle against me can get quite heated at times, and then one of two things happen:

1. Just as he starts to give up and rest his forehead against my shoulder, I slip my hips down agasint him and he slides in, and happily restarts his rhythm against me.
2. Or, (my favorite) he grabs my shoulder and under my neck and pushes down on top of me, conquering my sex with a forceful thrust and begins his pace once again.

Either way its bravo for both of us because the sex continues. Though Im not a fan of violence or rape, as I've been a victim to both; I love how his carnal side comes out in full force. I also love the flip side of it: He becomes a whimpering sex deprived little boy.

So again either way I'm turned on and entertained. Wicked am I.

About three months ago for months on end I didnt even want to have sex, my drive was high as always but my kitten wasnt responding and I found myself getting agitated easily and needing lots of sleep. He went down on me one night and kitten didnt want to respond, so I took matters into my own hands and when I came it wasnt good, it wasnt earth shattering and I was nearly in tears because nothing like this had ever happened to me and my dear kitten.

We talked a little while about how people can go into libido cycles and how its happened to him and he cradled me a little while I pouted on my side, my ass illuminated by the moon coming through the glass brick of the window. He got up queitly and went to the dresser and foraged for a condom while I still pouted, my fingers absent mindedly fondling my nipple, a sigh rising in my lungs because he was seemingly ignoring me.

He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear,

How about I take you through a sexual cycle of my own?

All of my soul sighed and my mind screamed, though my mouth did not,

Oh, God, get away from the male. AWAY FROM THE MALE, NOW!

I sighed as he lightly tugged at my hip, rolling me onto my back and slipped between my thighs, his muscular thighs beneath mine. He felt with his big hand between my legs at kitten to check the slickness and finding me sufficiently slick, he leveled his cock up against me.

I pushed my hips down and out of reach while I pushed with my thighs against him. At most I thought he'd get the picture and go lie down while I fell frustratedly asleep. But no, he was fighting me right back. We wrestled each all over the bed, his face lighting with a sinister and oh-so-sexy smile, laughing and trying to win. We tustled like this for a few more rounds and his laughing/frustration grew.

Then I discovered something; When I had first begun this tustle, I didnt want to have sex, but as I fought against him and he showed his desire in the struggle, I found that I wanted him more than I had in days. He laughed out loud and spoke softly,

What are you doing? Do you really not want to?

I smiled though he couldnt see my face in the shadows and flicked my hips up to meet his cock and he plunged deep inside. Our moans were in time, loud and rising as his rythm began in side of me, my hands grasping harshly at his powerful forearms, my nails barely making an impact on his skin.

He kissed me harshly on my jawbone as I threw my head back, sighs and moans issuing forth. My mind got devilish in an instant and I lowered my hips, pushing at him with my dancer's thighs, his cock lost and his whimpers beginning to come. He tried in vain as I pushed my thighs against him, whimpers and moans and pleading reaching my ears.

Soon, he was giving up and he kissed me and laid his forehead agasint my shoulder. I smiled and wiggled a little before raising my hips, sliding him into me, his energetic sex-grunt was response enough before he began his thrusting once more. I let him continue, nearly losing myself in the roll and bump of it all when once more I dropped my hips, and my thighs went to work.

This time, the struggle was shorter, but when he began to give up, he got even more flustered and his effort was redoubled. His strong hand reached out for my shoulder and I began to tire out, he conquered me with one last push and he had me, his cock even more powerful than it had been before this last tustle.

When he finally was near his final pains, I spoke softly into his ear of how much I wanted him to come, his body pulsing with the power of it. I smiled as he deeply kissed me, tired and fulfilled. I decided then that I loved the Deprivation Game and would use it more often. The passion and strength it ignited was just too much to resist.

I am now just realizing how much I love playing this game, since I havnt in weeks and weeks, but maybe that means it need to be employed very, very soon...

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A Tiny Bed

Gadget far from being an immature man by any stretch of the meaning, has the worlds smallest bed...in the world - or so it seems to me.

It is torture but he has made me realize one thing: even on a tiny bed, he can still make me come like the world is ending.

Even in the dark of night, my flesh remains the same.
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A twin bed, In my opinion, is only usuable for human being up to the age of around...12 or so - if you push it. Unfortunatly for me, Gadget has never gotten this memo about the twin bed age cut off. He owns a twin bed, in fact the twin bed he's always had since childhood if I remember correctly.

Its not enough for him that he owns a house, that he owns a car and makes a significant salary - he must keep this bed.

We've spoken of matress shopping and he agrees that it may be time, but not so long ago, he dropped this idea of purchasing a new bed and the topic has flatlined.

This Sunday we spent the majority of the day at his house in his bedroom, him cleaning and fussing about with things as I cuddled up with his enormous cat and lounged...on the tiny bed. For hours we did various activities not worth explaining and generally being lazy. We had tickets for a show and needed to leave at a certain time but I had been horny and ignored all day long in regards to this carnal need. Exactly at the moment we had to be leaving I pulled him towards me...and the tiny bed...and began kissing me. He laughed amusedly and looked down at me;

You know we have to be going, are you going to assume responsibility for being late?

I nodded and smiled sparklingly.

Are you sure you'll assume responsiblity?

I nodded again and pulled him down to me. Thankfully for me and for him as well, he responds well my being direct sexually and so therefore, he hastened to do me many lascivious favors.

Ive wracked my brain to try and make light of my actual chemistry with Gadget in my writings but its truly impossible (maybe I should make some porn?) but I try to do it justice, though enevitably fail to hit the mark perfectly.

He kissed me once and then fell to the deed with much more passion than he has ever kissed me. His moans were terribly audible and his lips against mine were livid, greedy and rough. His words in my ear literally sang of need,

Oh God baby, I just love to take you down like this, I love to touch you. Oh you feel so good, god damn.

I mumbled back and gripped his shoulder with my fingernails in answer, my leg curling up over his hip and pulling him down harder on my body. My hair fell off the edge of the bed, the ends stroking the tile.

Gadget decided to end his frustrations with my pants and pulled them off, violently throwing them to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled his clothes off in what seemed like one movement as I wimpered and wiggled on the bed in anticipation. His body was such heat and weight on mine when he wrapped himself back into me. His hands smoothed down my shoulder to my breasts, his mouth taking a detour to lightly suckle on my nipple, my head falling back and my mouth to open in ecstasy. His

hand made a path down my rib cage, pressing hard at my flesh all the way down to my hip bone before letting his knuckles brush against my moistening kitten in need. His palm then pressed harder agasint that most tender flesh, my arousal growing and on fire. His voice was more hoarse now, more pleading,

Please baby, do you want me to lick you? Do you want me to make you come for me?

All I could do was whimper in response and nod my head, my fingers slipping into my mouth impulsively. He roughly pulled at my thin black cotton panties, ripping one side seam in his fever to take them off. His hand went to my thigh, placing his shoulder under it in preparation, his hands rough and commanding. When his mouthwent around the lips of my kitten, my moan was audilbe from proably miles around. When I looked down at his head with his face pressed so firmly to my cunt, pleasing me, my heart lept, my pulse raced and I knew I was inexorably hooked. My back arched in response to the thrusts of his tongue and just as I was close to my final release, he pulled his rhythm back, much to my chagrin.

I whimpered, until his strong hand went toward my cunt and he slipped a finger inside of me. My body lept and I bit down on my bottom to keep from screaming out. He worked his finger inside me and gently against my g-spot, my heart an overworked engine in my chest.

I whimpered in pain from my need from release and when it finally came, I gripped so hard on the sheet of the bed that I snapped a nail off and my eyes were seeing colors beneath their moist, closed lids. I moaned in pain and ecstasy as I bucked still on the bed in aftershocks, his tongue still gently plying my clit with suttle licks.

I reached down and stroked his head and when he knelt next to me, his cock was red, hard and pulsing ever so gently. I pulled up on my tank top as he touched himself his grip on himself firm and when his unique rhytmn began I moaned and spoke softly to him to quicken the process. My own body was still experiencing my orgasm as he spilled his out onto my hips, his body arching in relief.

I smiled in a pained post-orgasm fashion as he kissed me, as he gently wiped his cum from my skin. It seems sexual escapades always awaken a realization in me.

This realization was that even if you have somewhere to be, its better to be late and flushed from an outrageous orgasm than be on time anyday.

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Sugasm #71

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The Desperate Tango

I think it goes without saying that when one thinks of sexy ballroom dances like Tango and then one thinks of sex, it seems like a very deliberate combination.

Maybe when you actually live a combination like that you realize it truly isn’t and is more of a perfect marriage of dances both sensual and sexual.

A glowstick shoved into the laces of a corset can provide the perfect visual aid for those after-dark activities.
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Damon was a ballroom instructor at the dance studio near our country club when I was just nearly turned 17. He was unattainable the way the Charming Prince is in Cinderella and just as dashing and swoon inducing. He was nearly 40 with one of those angular faces and dark auburn hair that he oiled back over his head. He always wore white linen shirts and black pants, the line of his body showing a lightly muscled physique.

I was taking lessons in general ballroom technique and dance just as a past time after finishing high school and as a way to boost my internal feelings of my sensuality and accomplishment in that realm.

My love of Tango was inspired by the way his body moved across the dance floor, another woman’s body entranced by his own as he lead her though the steps and sensual body movements like an entranced slave. I signed up for the intense three hour class for Tango and Latin. I was in a panic in the last five minutes I had before I needed to leave for the class and my hands grasped at the arms of the armchair as my ankles encased in their delicate straps of my dance heels, twined in tension. As I stood to leave I imagined what his body would feel like next to mine, his strong hands controlling me. My breath left me as a heavy sigh.

There were only five students plus Damon at the class, two men and three women – perfect. We lulled around, dancing lightly with each partner to warm up, the more simple dances we knew like the Meringue and the Box Step to make our muscles more limber and ready for the dance. When at last I reached Damon, he held me apart from him formally as we warmed up, our eyes never really meeting, but the tension of my apprehension fueling a tightness to my body. We broke apart and I set myself to wiggling my ankles around in annoyance.

He made us go into reel exercises across the floor and back. My back was straight as a pin as I danced the repetitive reels and threw in spins at the last minute, my smile bright and welcoming as I looked over to him – he was actually looking at me this time. I caught something in his seemingly cold eyes as he saw my body in the form of his appeal; dance. I felt something that I needed to kindle.

The weeks went by, one by one as we had practice and learned more and more, my need growing by the practice, by the step. I caught him more and more looking at me, looking down into my eyes as he held me in the dance. He held me tighter than the other girls, he let the friction of our passing moves become a little more actual and his hand meandered skillfully out of bounds of simply the allowances of the dance. I liked it and he knew I did; but most of all – he liked it.

The sixth week during reels I slipped on my skirt hem and fell down on one knee, tiny tears springing from my eyes when my body realized the pain. Damon rushed to me and assured my safety first by word and then by lifting my hem and dropping it so that it slid down my thigh, nearly revealing my panties. He looked at my knee, wiping the few drops of blood from it, before slowly bending his face to kiss the skin near it. His eyes followed the line of my inner knee all the way down to my inner thigh, his grip on my underside of my calf growing tighter. Only after he realized the entirety of our class was staring at us and our interactions did he gently help me up and return to normal teaching. The light in his eyes was especially fiery the rest of the night and his gaze was penetrating.

I lingered that night after class, slowly slipping off my dance heels and massaging my insteps as I delicately watched him from across the room saying farewells from my fellow classmates on their meandering way out. His face brightened from soft fatigue to happiness as he say me sitting, still waiting…for him it seemed. His steps echoed as she walked across the wood dance floor center of the studio,

So, I see you just cant get enough of this place.

His smile was captivating.

Oh well, the three hours just isn’t enough chance to stare at myself in the mirror.

I laughed at myself for my bravery in such a comment and luckily he laughed with me. My eyes glittered I knew as I continued on my fearless streak,

You know, I’m feeling timid about the spins in the very center of the dance, theyre so important but I always seem to start giggling right when its supposed to be all about sensuality and movement.

He smiled as I pouted my lips in faux regret,

Well I’m not quite drop dead tired yet so let me take you for a little dance and fix that issue with the giggling.

He held out his hand expectantly when I dropped my gaze to my now naked feet and pouted once more and went to fixing them back on when he came closer and knelt to do it for me. His hands were so warm as he took my heel in his hand and slipped the little heel onto it, his fingers so nimble with the straps. Trills of warmth spread up my legs and deep into me as I realized our physical proximity. I really was hopelessly enthralled.

He stood and smiled as he once more held out his hand to me. I took it gingerly as he led me across the room and flicked the stereo on and took me out into the center of the floor. Now that there was no one in the room to see me, it seemed easier for me to dance the way I really wanted to; with no restraint.

Damon’s hands guided around me as I looked up into his eyes and felt his grasp get tighter and more commanding as he in turn looked down at me. The queue in the music began and we took the steps necessary and this time it wasn’t jut a dance, it was a sort of ritual. He spoke to me softly and close to my ear, never missing a step,

So the spins come in about 20 counts and I want you to be ready. Look into my eyes, feel my hands on you, feel sensation and you’ll understand the meaning of it.

I nearly swooned as I did crosses over his ankles with my feet, heels tapping sharply, looking straight into his eyes and his hands twisting my hips to make it all one movement in harmony. The spins worked marvelously, his palm sliding from my shoulder down to the upper part of my ass, with each revolution, my head snapping back to meet his eyes to halt the dizziness. I bit my lips as we bent into a slide and his leg went between my legs as I lent back into him, but this time I slid too close to his body, ground just a little too hard and wet my lips as I looked up at him, my hand clenching his.

The power of the moment got to us and our lips met in fire as the music continues around us, the notes going undanced as he kissed me. His hands slid from their positions to my upper back, his strong arms clenching me to him as he pulled us to an upright position. His hands went to my hair, his fingers knocking out the decorate combs, my hair spilling around our faces like a curtain. He sighed as he pulled from the kiss and pressed the side of his face to fine, his lips near my ear to whisper,

Oh god, what is this? I shouldn’t be indulging myself in this. Tell me something to alleviate my fears or either entice me to forget them.

His hands smoothed down my back, holding me tight as I replied,

Teach me another dance, teacher. Take me.

He nearly roared as he pressed another kiss to my lips, his hands impossibly strong on my body. His one hand reached down behind me and ripped the button open and let my long black wispy skirt fall to the floor. He moaned as he looked at the mirror wall, seeing my ass wrapped in French cut black panties and my curved legs ending in delicate heels. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairway that led to his office upstairs, a veritable panic in his step.

He embraced me after we reached the office and he had briskly slammed the door. He ripped at the buttons on my black collared shirt, revealing my breasts wrapped in a black lace demi cup bra, my nipples beginning to become visible. He spun me with a dancers grace and bent me over the arm of the velvet couch, his hands deeply massaging my ass. I knew what was coming when I felt the first heated blasts of his hand against my flesh. The sound of it like music to my ears,

Yes, please punish me instructor. Oh God and fuck…

And yes, I did scream the word fuck...right after the word God….I know.

He dropped to his knees and began to kiss my punished red ass and had the opportunity to pull down my panties. I swiveled and sat back on the arm of the couch, my legs spread and my kitten glistening before him. It was such a sexy mind-fuck to see him edge forward on his knees and kiss the inside of my thigh like a man praying. My soul all but left my body when I heard him exclaim at the wetness of my kitten when his tongue touched it. His fingers dug into my thighs as they gripped, his mouth around me, his tongue working inside the intimate folds of me. I felt that dig of warmth deep in my stomach and knew the rapture was close and rolling ever nearer. My small hand gripped at his head, pulling his closer, his tongue rapidly circling my clit and his hands sliding over my thighs. As I was just about to come, he slid his finger deep in side of my kitten. My back arched painfully as I fell back over the arm of the couch, my hips bucking hard against his face as he continued to hold me down and lap away at my now dripping kitten.

He playfully looked into my eyes as he stood, His hands diligently at his fly, working his buttons open. A he let his pants fall I was rewarded with a spectacular view of his huge, rock hard cock before me. I sat up, my mouth agape in wonder and once more my libido was stirred.

When women say size doesn’t matter it is because of one of a few reasons; One being that they don’t give a shit about how good a fuck is. Two being that they have no idea what in the fuck they are speaking of. And finally, three being that they like a tiny penis or are afraid of a large penis – both are included in the same category. Though I wish it were true, size AND skill are included and both must be used to the height of their potential to have an out of this world roll in the hay.

And that’s my final word on that.

My hand went around his cock as I evaluated his size and girth, both putting me in a fuck-frenzy. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and gently let my tongue tease his before completely engulfing the head with my wet mouth. I slid his cock deeper into my mouth as I whimpered with lust and he moaned with ecstasy. After I had mouth fucked him a few times his sexual rage pushed him to pull out and try his assault on me.

He grabbed me harshly and in one movement he had ripped me naked of my bra. My breasts felt the air on them and at once the nipples tightened, ensighting a small whimper from me. As he roughly grabbed one tit, he sucked at the nipple of the other, my head falling back in pleasure as his ministrations stoked the fire inside of me higher and higher. At last I believe he had had enough and wrapped his arms around me, his cock impaling me in one quick movement, my cunt stretched tight over his swollen prick. My nails dug into his back as he thrust deep into me, my moans filling the room with their sound.

In one surprising movement just as the rhythmn was getting good and grinding, he pulled out and had turned me around and bent me over, his cock slamming into my kitten from behind. He fucked me hard like a punishment and when my moaning got too incredibly loud to even be realistic, his strong hand covered my mouth. He held onto my hip and slammed in and out of me, his hand covering my mouth. Talk about hot. He fucked me in this constant movement for just a few moment more before removing his hand, much to my unhappiness.

He began speaking to me and that was much better than the discipline of my moans being muffled;
Oh god, tell me, am I doing a good job fucking you? Hmm? Do you like it?

I moaned out loud at this and my response was only an exaggerated moan and strong nodding of my head. I whimpered as he continued to slam into me. His voice was more strangled now;

Do you like that I take total command of your body? Do you like that I’m using you?

I screamed out; Yes! Yes, I do. Please use me.

I whimpered loud into my own hand as I felt the death throes of his cock, his orgasm like and earthquake shuddering behind and into me. At that, he pulled me down with him onto the floor, his arms wrapping protectively around me. His breathing was heavy and pounding in my neck, he muttered nearly unintelligible words as he stroked my belly with his powerful hand.

He fell asleep sometime later and I used it as an opportunity to slip out of his embrace and stand to get dressed and sneak out. Before I left, I dropped the blanket from the couch over him, admiring his tight muscled body before I did so. I skipped softly down the stairs and grabbed up my bag in a swift movement before slipping out the door, the slam of it surely waking him from his slumber.

I laughed and hummed to myself as I walked away.

Why are conquests always so much fun? Maybe because they think you’re the main prize when really it’s the reverse. Maybe that’s it.

I cant believe I didnt think of this sooner, but: Heres an update for you - two weeks ago, I turned 19. I know....scary. So, Happy Birthday to me (though I dont want to get any older).

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100,000+ Posts!!!!

Such a celebration, really it seems to is in order because -

My lovely fun memoir blog "Allegory of an Underage Femme Fatale" has hit well over 100, 000 ORIGINAL HITS!

Yay!

Do you think I live for you? Do you think my hand slips over my skin for you? Maybe...
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I got a great email from a publishing house which wants to publish nearly all of my memoirs into ITS OWN BOOK! God knows if it will go through, but Yay Hay for such a notable message.

Happy 100,000 to you all!

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's Day from me and my bear...and maybe my red thong too!

A story will follow shortly describing my Hearts Day - Gadget has a HUGE surprise for me...and I think it has something to do with the HUGE thing in his pants. Yay for Valentine's Day!

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Love Her Madly

At 18, Ive luckily found the beauty that is the Doors (a few years ago actually) and its inspired me to wtie a bit as I dance the chicken dance topless to its wailing glory.

Yes, I said "Topless Chicken Dance".

Yeah baby, gotta love a vintage song that actually has the words "Organ Solo" in its crib notes.

One particular line (italics) has me stirred up like a shaken martini:

Don't you love her madly
Don't you need her badly
Don't you love her ways
Tell me what you say

Don't you love her madly
Wanna be her daddy
Don't you love her face...

Oh yeah, be my daddy, be my daddy, be my daddy. Oh Baby. :)

Last night I was flipped by a sex bout with Gadget that had me clawing and biting him like a realeased lioness on her estres. It was one of those nights that my mouth is on a mission, yes, a mission. A Licky Mission and hey, no one hates a Licky Mission.

I had already gotten to the point where I beg for him to lick my bum as I touch myself, without using any of those words. I was moaning in contrition, begging my body for an orgasm and feeling the luscious warmth of his tongue slithering all around and inside of me. We were pressed in a contortion on my bed and just crazy with my needs. I had one of those horribly twsited sex needs. I wanted to scream out "Yes, please Daddy!". This is very strange indded for me with Gadget. Weve never done age-play and he has even let it be known that he thinks thats a might creepy. I must admit, thats one of the dirtier mind-play things you can do in my book. I love it so though.

Its probably just my father complex, but it fucking gets me off in a minute. My older man fantasies and experiences have been ripe with these kinds of screamings and pleadings. I dont think of my actual father during it, its only role play, it enriches it, its like a soft ownership, thats super nonthreatening. That, is what kicks me.

Please fuck me and hold my pigtails like handlebars.

Please let me sit on your face and grab my asscheeks as they wave in your face.

Please let me be your dirty little girl. I love it. I want it. I crave it.

It makes me wet. Oh yes.

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Sugasm #63

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A Sleepless Night

Im so sleepless and here cuddling with my bear and just scanning the web, when I had a marvelous idea: Try to make myself come as many times as I can with my little red vibe.

So far the count is three in ten minutes (I have to let myself calm all the way down before trying again). And this is interesting: A song started in iTunes when I started attempt #3 and I caught the time that had gone by when I reached orgasm - 1:25. Surely not a record for me, but an interesting tidbit.

I also sent a text to Gadget (though yes, its 4:30 am) because I just had to share. Though you know me, Im a big one to share. It consisted of this:

I just came while thinking of you. I know its super late but I thought you'd like to know.

Now what sane man would be upset by being awoken by a text of that species?

Ill keep you updated as the night progresses. Lucky you, Im sure.

@4:53 am: Ive just accomplished #4 and very proud, but now sleepy. Ouchie, poor little clit.

@5:07 am: Well #5 has just come to fruition....sorry for the pun. Fuck, this is akin to running like 2 miles. Woo. I think its time to settle in and try to sleep. Hah, as if.

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Use Me Up (an RPG)

There's a moment when you realize your body needs another's caress, another's control and power, driving them on until that final, violent crescendo.

My body finds itself in this state quite often and damn, does it have a way of reminding me. An RPG is a video game term mostly and here apply to yourself, make it feel as if I wrote this down for you, pressed it into your hand as you left my bed in the morning.

Feel what I'm feeling as I'm writing this. Make my memory your own...And enjoy.

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When one grows up, one assumes some very lascivious poses...
but sometimes one just wants to lounge like a little girl.

Do you see me, in my black bra and black lace panties, lying on the bed before you? My eyes are half shut, seeing the world through a haze and feeling the warm need growing inside of me. Do you want to slip onto the bed beside of me? Do you long to feel the warmth of my skin against yours in the January cool? I curl up onto my knees and crawl toward you, burying my face in your warm, fragrant crotch, smelling your singular scent. It pulls me nearer to the verge of lustful control.

I sigh as I pull up to meet my lips to yours, my hands sliding from your chest up and over your strong shoulders, both meeting at the back of your neck, pressing my body against yours. I beg to feel your big, strong hands down my back to rub firmly on my hips, fingers playing gently with the lace of my panties, a foremention to what will come. I say sultry words close to the soft shell of your ear,

Please kiss me, kiss me like you want to possess me. Kiss me like you've taken me over. Kiss me like I'm yours. Make me remember who I belong to. Please...

I want to sigh deep in my throat as you crush me to your body, kissing my face down to my neck, nibbling on the tender flesh there. A whimper escapes as you bite deeply into the flesh of my neck, a crash of nerve responses runs down my body, all the way into my toes. It feels so good to be held roughly, to be bitten roughly. Your hands are tightly gripping my ass cheeks, your hands so strong and unrelenting. I can feel myself becoming moist, my insides warming and twisting, readying for that final ecstasy and fire.

You pull me off the bed and set my feet on the floor, roughly turning me to face the bed and pressing a hand on my lower back to let me know to bend over, to reveal my now slightly reddened ass to your full view. Before I can catch my breath, I feel the hard pop of a hard slap on my ass, warming the spot instantly. My bottom wiggles lustfully as each slam hits it, little moans issuing with each contact. I'm dripping now, and from your ministrations.

You make me feel so deliciously drenched in sublime pain.

You know you cant control yourself, the sight of my red, spanked ass is driving you mad with lust and my needy moans aren't hurting either. You rip my panties down over my legs. I hardly have time to get them off my ankles when you push my legs against the bed and slid your cock between my thighs. You want to take me brutally, harsh, taking me to my limit, pounding into me from behind. Your cock tries to burrow inside, you adjust my hips to a perfect angle and you hit the spot, drive deep inside, a loud and raucous moan shouting out of me.

Dear god, please help me. My senses are sending me out of my body and into a new dimension of pleasure.

You want to spew forth lascivious words to buffet my ears and make me further fall into the pit of desire. You opt instead to thrust after long intervals to drive me crazy with anticipation. You want to order me around, you want me to follow your every whim. You say, slowly and with menace, an obvious command,

Slide your hand underneath your body and slowly circle your clit.

I move quickly to follow your command, greedily and with joy, but you add a stipulation,

...But don't come until you hear me let you come.

I whimper in agitation but a swift and direct thrust, deep into my center makes me understand that you are the word of god, so to speak.

My eyes flutter as I try to keep control of my writhing orgasm, your thrusting threatening to drive me mad. My moans beg for release but you have a grand design, you want to make me know what you are, you want me to understand that you hold the control.

I'm panting now, every sound issuing from my lips is a prayer for release, begging my body to obey.

Your words are like a blessing to me,

Come now. Come with me. Come for me.

I wail out as my womb pulses out like the burst of lightening and my back arches up, my hands grasping and begging for something to clutch. The waves fall over me with a power that is unnamable. Then as if the calm after a storm, my body falls softly and my eyes still cant open. Every breath of air upon my flesh feels like thunder, is powerful and catches me off guard.

I breath out, a calming breath as I fall to the bed and roll over, my hair spreading out over the bed like a blanket. You lie next to me, your ankles twining with mine. You slide the palm of one hand from my waist to around my hip, lying it over my thigh. A kiss and a smile remind me of our peace and that the play has come to an end. Were equal now and a contented smile trickles over my face.

Thank you is the word that slushes around my brain. Thank you for possessing me and thank you for knowing when me gentle once again to reassure me of your care for my fragile mind.

I love you.

(A memoir dedicated to my love, Gadget)

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Happy New Year!

Though a few days delayed...Happy New Year!

Life has been smooth lately and with a three week break from classes, I was stylin and relaxing. Monday though, starts a whole new semester of classes for me and time management is definately my biggest hurtle this year and the last.

I have so many sultry stories saved up in my little mind, but where to find the time? If youre new to my blog, just know this, a full time college student who is also a full time newspaper layout editor and writer really has no time left for anything but a few meals a day and a few bouts of incredible sex a week. But then again, having the incredible sex is what makes it all worth while.

I promise that this year I will keep the blog rolling at least once a week, if not twice and of course, the photos will always be rolling.

Never stop believing in me! I miss you all, thanks so much for all the nice holiday emails and new years ones as well. Youre all so dedicated! Big Kisses!

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Lay List

The following is an ever-updating cast of the characters mentioned in my memoirs, stories and photo montages. They're not actually characters in the literary sense of the word but if my life were a storybook, these would be my fellow characters.Some are called by their real names here and others have been gifted with nicknames, pseudonyms if you will.

Some are listed but are not currently written into the allegory, but they soon will be...

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• La petite aka "Femme Fatale", "Devergondee", "Miss C", "The Girl", "Slut" - Myself, writer, student, a true exotic, bi-sexual fuck bunny, young woman, sexual submissive and all around twisted "girl next door".

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• Kangaroo - My submissive and current girlfriend. Mentioned: "Blood, Tits, & Gore."
• Horns - Ex-live in-boyfriend ('08-'09). Mentioned: "New Year. Same Life. Still Happy."
• Gadget - Ex-Boyfriend (June 06'-June 08') and complete corporate monkey. Mentioned: All over.
• Thomas - Pre-18 lover and current close friend. Yet to be written about.
• Trigger aka "Garcon Virgin" - Yet another claimed virgin. Mentioned: "Garcon Virgin"/"Night Ride"
• James - Ex boyfriend/the owner of my virginity, and I of his. Mentioned: "Virginal Cherry"
• Master Mika - Former BDSM Master('05-06'). Mentioned: "Submissive Little Darling"
• Brad - Dear friend, Yet another virgin claimed. Mentioned: "Oh, Brad."

------------------------------- Even Lesser Characters.

• Stiletto - A hot one time lady lover of mine. Yet to be mentioned.
• Liverpool Johnny - A John. Yet to be mentioned.
• Hot Shot - Former BDSM Sir and total sociopathic abuser. Yet to be mentioned.
• Method - Former BDSM play-mate Sir. Mentioned: "Give Me My Sin Again."
• Mantis aka "Pool Boy" - Ex-lover. Mentioned: "A Trashy Reminder."
• Ninja - Friend/Former Lay. Mentioned: "It's a Dog's Life."
• Dillon - Ex-lover, fellow cheater. Mentioned: "Oh Dirty Girl"/"He Wants to Cheat..."
  
• Madeleine - Fellow orgy-attendant, fem lover. Mentioned: "When Girls Actually Like Girls"
• Piston - Madeleine's other half, one-time lover. Yet to be written.
• Italy - Ex lover, messer of minds. Yet to be written.
  
• Chord - Masculine half of a couple, Go-go's boy. Yet to be mentioned.
  
• Go-Go - Femme half of a couple.. Mentioned: The Monday Buzz: KamaSutra.
• Sands - Long time friend and almost-lover. Yet to be mentioned.
  
• Libra - Femme fling. Mentioned: "Kissing Her Lips"
• Aaden - New York New Year's Eve '08 lover/fling/one night stand. Mentioned: "My New York Indiscretion Parts 1 & 2"
• Lita - Former female BDSM player. Yet to be written about.
  
• Joshua - Former BDSM player. Yet to be written about.
  
• Sarah - Ex Sapphic lover. Yet to be written about.
  
• Jilla - Friend and Ex sapphic lover. Yet to be written about.
  
• Chase - A very hung, pre-18 lover, Yet to be written about.
  
• Damon - My lascivious Tango instructor. Mentioned:"The Desperate Tango"
  
• Robbie - My family's former handyman. Mentioned: "The Bikini and the Handyman"
  
• Anon. Dominant - A Dom I picked out of a crowd. Mentioned: "Caught: Domination"
  
• Three English Lesbians - 2 WORDS: Lesbian Orgy. Mentioned: "More Varied & Active"
  
• A dear male friend - He wanted me, but didnt have me. Mentioned: "More Varied & Active"
  
• A male family friend - He saw me undressing, naughty. Mentioned: "More Varied & Active"
  
• An exboyfriend's girlfriend - She bent both ways. Mentioned: "More Varied & Active"
  
• Davie - Former fuckbuddy friend fucker, Yeah. Mentioned: "He Wasn't Mine"
  
• Jill - Childhood friend fuckbuddy fucker, Yeah. Mentioned: "He Wasn't Mine"
  
• Fucktoy - Fellow sex blogger and bdsm slave.
  
• Spring Break Boy - He ate me out. Yeah, thats it. Mentioned: "Friday Night Teaser"
  
• Ellie - Friend and former sapphic lover. Mentioned: "Kiss of Rose Pt. 1 & 2"
  
• Greg - Another claimed virgin of mine and old friend. Mentioned: "Convertible Kitten"
  
• Val - Russian Artist and former summer lover. Mentioned: "Artist's Muse"
  
• "D" - First ass experience. See: "Davie" ^. Mentioned: "Booty Call"
  
• Bray - Former boss and former mind fuck. Mentioned: "Through the Looking Glass"
  
• Milo - Old friend and lover of all things sexy and bloody. Mentioned: "He Liked the Darkside"
  
• Kyle - ExLover and desirous of the female orgasm. Mentioned: "Why Don't You Come When I Fuck You?"
  
• Sam - Church friend and lover of daddy/lil girl play. Mentioned: "Ill Be Your Baby"
  
• Dana aka "Bones" - Musician, BDSM fiend and ExLover. Mentioned: "He Liked to Lick"

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Yet Another ComeBack

Hello lovelies,

Since finals week is winding down, I now have time to finish my pantyhose memoir, maybe this weekend.

And PS - The pantyhose pictured werent just snagged, they were snagged with a purpose...youll soon understand. :)

Sheer Delight

Im lazy right now....so the memoir will be forth coming, so for now.....take a good, long look.

Can you tell this memoir will be about pantyhose?

Gadget loves to get envolved in all my dirty little wanderings...

very, very much so...just loves to lend a helping hand.

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Lingerie Drawer

As far as sexuality goes, lingerie has a power over me that I cant explain. Maybe its the French bit in me that makes it so hard to resist lace, ribbons, garters and bows on silky little pieces of fabric that cover my feminine graces. Here's a play by play list of all that I own in my little satin lined lingerie drawer.

The mirror hanging in the window behind my bed is not just creative interior decorating: its vantage point is always arousing.

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• Black satin, French styled shelf front corset; I'm a corset enthusiast and am absolutely love the feel of the strong laces pulling at my ribcage, my hips, my waist. I love the tightness of my body and running my hands over the outside of the boning, over the lacing in the back and the swell of my breasts in the front, the lace edging highlighting my pale, pink skin.
• Red satin/black ruffled underbust corset; I use this little heavenly bit of fabric technology as a garter belt under skirts most commonly with black, lace top thigh highs. The laces slide into little silver grommets, the ruffled edging along the bottom slide over my hips and he top of my bottom.
• French cut boyshorts; This is my favorite style of panty, very comfortable and very sexy. I love it so much I have about six or seven in this style in a range of colors, sea-blue, pink, black, black with pink polka dots and several of mixed colors. Far from being for a boy, they hug the hips and let the bottom cheeks of the ass be on display, the fabric curving over the globes and accentuating them.
• Little girl, cotton panties; I love the boy styled cotton y-front panties that are super popular right now. I have white ones, pink ones with the British flag on them, white ones with pink poodles, white with blue polka dots. Who knew it was so comfy being a little girl?
  
• Lace circular thong; I'm far from a lover the persistent rub of a thong so very near my kitten for long periods of time but sometimes nothing else will do. If I'm pressed to wear a thong, I love lace circular ones. They don't irritate as much because the hip-band is made of lace and the crotch of them are not string thin, but thin enough to sit smoothly against you. The effect is of being wrapped in a thick strip of lace with a tiny patch of coordinating mesh or satin showing over the kitten. Very oh la la.
  
• Pantyhose; Not only do I love any excuse to wear these seemingly old fashioned accessories, but so does gadget ((all will be told next week!). When you finally struggle them over your thighs and hips, they make you feel so nice and sultry, curvy and with perfect legs. I love smoothing my hands over the tight fabric in little circles just for the sake of sensation.
  
• Thigh highs; My favorite thigh high variation is a very small, nude colored fishnet with a black lace band at the top. But when I dress up or dress in strictly lingerie for a special boy, black lace tops are my favorite. They provide such contrast to my pale, pink skin and the sheerness only makes you feel more naked when only wearing them with a garter belt.
• Brasieres; Being blessed with bountiful feminine charms, I love wearing bras and also shopping for them. My favorite one is a black, shelf bra with pink bows and a multicolored braided strap with pink, black and teal. Sometimes a girl just needs a little something frilly.
• Costumes; So far in my costume collection I have a frilly French maid, a black kitty cat, a purple genie, a 50's poodle skirt girl, a gypsy, a flirty pirate girl, a woodland faerie, and a pink bunny. How's that for a stellar imagination?
  

So there you have an in-depth collection of my various feminine and lacy wiles.

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Sugasm 54

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Water Works

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A Little Bit of Madness

This is the Return of la petite!!!!!

I'm so sorry to all my faithful during my respite for the fact of my horrible and raging collegiate schedule. Life has been madness and I really haven't had any time to do anything but testing and also work and some work and some work and some reporting and then some more work. I love that some have sent wonderful emails, but I'm just great, although busy and now I'm trying to work the site back into my life after a long pause.

The story we'll hit it with was my experience last night, big kisses to my boys and also my girls!

Sometimes a flower of a girl can become a kitten of desire.

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Sometimes you just know when you want to go mad, and I don't mean insane...I mean mad in bed. Last night I had this lingering need for contact.

We had gone to a party the night before and were enjoying gadget's day off by fucking hard in the morning, cooking breakfast, buying a pumpkin (Did you know there's a global pumpkin shortage this Autumn?), heading back for lunch. The rest of the night was spent at a Halloween concert and lounging on the grassy expanse while listening to the music as the softly cool weather (Finally some chill in this hell of heat!) wafted over the amphitheater. When we got home I flopped on the couch with the boy and watched Hellraiser to get deeper into the All Hallows spirit.

When I peeled off my pants and jumped into bed, I had a soft grin on my face, my legs twining on bed, ever so invitingly. A laugh was heard from gadget as he knelt on the bed, his hands reaching out for my soft legs. He laid down, pulling my legs over his torso, his hand lighting to my ass to gently pet and rub on it. I cooed as I cuddled up to him and began to fall asleep, so comfortable was I.

All of a sudden my mind screamed out: NO! YOU NEED TO BE FUCKED!

So I looked to gadget ever so lovingly, grabbed for his manliness and licked the head of him, his sigh resounding thickly from his sleepy throat. I licked up and down the shaft lightly with the tip of my tongue, before enveloping his whole cock in my mouth, my lips straining to close over him. I could feel my own body stir, my wetness to come to fruition and the heat to wrap itself in my lower belly. I have this problem you see: sucking gadget's cock makes me as wet as you could imagine, drips and all.

I turned my attention to his lips as his hands fumbled harshly with my thin panties, trying to rip them off. I slipped them off and over my little feet, the cooled air of the A/C touching my most heated and needy flesh. My wet lips touched his as I slipped my knee over his hips, straddling him, my skin stroking his as I feel into position, his cock teasing the cheek of my ass. His hands came down in a few resounding spanks before his strong hands harshly gripped both cheeks, his strength turning me on as he manipulated my flesh.

I slid my hips down, the glistening lips of my wet kitten touching the flaming tip of his cock. I slid back m hips farther, inviting him inside of me as a wicked moan poured forth from my lips, my throat, my whole body. I rode him gently at first, feeling each stroke of his cock inside of me before my wetness grew like a wave, both of us feeling and welcoming the sudden extra lubrication.

I then rode him hard, my hand gripping his shirt tightly to keep myself astride. The deepness of his cock overwhelmed me as his first orgasm rounded out harshly after I begged him to come inside of me. We laid like that, my body collapsed over his, my hair wild and lying out on the pillows as we tried to reclaim our breath.

As I sat up, I realized, his cock was still as hard as it had been fore he had come. What an opportunity for me, my mind clicked in its needs for satisfaction. And though gadget can go as long as I want him and need him to, I love for him to keep his hard on so I can give him as many orgasms as possible in one night, its nearly like a game, the most orgasms wins.

My lips went softly to the head of his cock, stroking it to an even more hard state, my fingertips lightly grazing his balls as his moans filled my ears. I plopped once more on top of him and once his cock was deeply inside of me, I couldn't contain my moaning and I rode him as hard as I could, the bed shaking and creaking on its little wheels against the tile floor. I begged him to come as I rode harder and harder, breaking frequently for the intensity of it. I leaned forward over his chest, my breasts in his face as I slid him in an out slowly. His face tightened as I clung to his shoulders, his cock shuddering inside of me as he came a second time. I giggled and panted, once again lying on top of him, his hands stroking my slightly damp back.

I ripped off my t shirt and surveyed a sight I couldn't believe: gadget's cock was as hard as ever, even after two orgasms. My hungry lips went again to his cock in effort to stroke it gently to rock hardness to one again slide him deep inside of me. I shuddered as I slide down roughly on his cock, my moans streaking against my ears and I rocked back and forth, nearly drained of energy. Moment later my lack of energy buffeted me towards concession as I slid off to watch him come against my thigh.

I laid with him and fell near sleep, my thoughts soft and prodding as the sweat on my skin cooled and left me. My inner beast had wreaked havoc that night as a smile buffeted my lips.

My body had rocked with prenatural strength and fortitude. Sometimes we all need to go a little mad.

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The Bikini & The Handyman

I realize that more of what I write about tends to now reflect my present as opposed to my past, as the line of the blog extends.

So I intend to right this....With this post.

Robert was a handyman working around the house for my family doing minimal little things that flashy women like my mother cant lower themselves enough to do. Things such as painting little imperfections in our supposedly immaculately decorated walls, clearing out bugs, doing electrical work, fixing broken whatevers. He was like our house elf who peacefully left each day and left us in quiet reflection in our suburban home.

Water, sky and teenage nudity...What's a bikini for anyway?

Normally I have this attraction to in-home people and it seems a trend seeing as how I've played with my cable guy, a mail man (not mine!), septic tank dude, the pizza delivery guy, a title installer and an electrician. And its not as if I met these men out of my house, they just came to me as I rambled through my corridors humming to myself and -Whoosh!- there's a beautiful man standing before me.

Its really always been like magick to me.

At 16 when I was a virgin though, everything seemed magick to me about my interactions with men I suppose.

So it seemed to reason that Robert too would suffer the plight of my ever-present though at the time subconscious, in-home handyman type person fetish. He wasn't especially witty nor charming, nor was he a very tall or fit person, but his eyes were what got me. His eyes were sparkling green and so piercing that you would actually forget what you were thinking about if you looked into them.

At night I would think of what to do, would I engage him, or would I leave him alone? Would I remain the girlish Lolita, or the Lolita that laid with Humbert and looked into his eyes and made him surrender? I was puzzled and perplexed and after a certain point all of the thinking got to me and I decided to just let it flow fluidly to its end and destiny.

One night when he was finishing something in the backyard, I came out and dangled my legs in the pool watching him tinker in his immaculately organized toolbox. I looked out at the water and the sky and then I realized I heard no more tinkering. I looked to my left, Robert wasn't tinkering, nor was he looking at the water nor the sky - he was looking at me.

There was just a bit of caramel infused light that came in from the large double glass sliding doors that lead to the house to lend a golden color to his already mind numbing eyes. I laughed to cover my surprise and bewilderment and began,

So Robbie, what seems so interesting about boring little me tonight?

His expression became less carefree and more serious as his mind flipped to relay his thoughts,

I just really don't know if I can work for your mom anymore, its just getting more and more difficult.

I laughed, completly ignorant to his meaning,

But you just do normal easy house type things, how could it be getting harder?

He stood and looked down at me where I half lounged by the pool,

No, not the jobs. Having to be around you and not slip up and do something I might regret.

He took the five or six steps necessary to close the gap between us and half knelt in that way construction type guys do, his face just a tad bit above mine, his eyes blaring down at me. He smiled, he closed his eyes in what seemed a prayer and after opening them once again, his huge, calloused hand met my face, his strong hand cupping gently by my cheek and coming down to cradle my chin.

I breathed out deeply and looked at him, his grief stricken face melting in complex thought, his expression unable to relay his mind's lightening retinue of processes. When I smiled he somewhat lightened his eyes, but they were ever as steadfast in their existence of amazement. At least to me.

But it was only he and I.

When his lips touched mine I was so filled with shock that the moment was lost on me and all my careful thought and planning fell out the window like so many fragile eggs. I pulled back once it had ended and looked at him, my fingers quickening to my lips, touching them gently, with disbelief.

It wasn't as if the love of my life had just kissed me and I felt such overwhelming love and power that my life was now complete and I was lost to the interaction, I just never had felt his eyes on me the way I always do with men. I had never felt his deceit as he possessed my body with his fantasies as he plastered the baseboards or rewired the ceiling fans. His mind was like a steel trap that my feminine wiles couldn't penetrate, or least my intuitive ones.

I stood up without a word, pat him on the shoulder, smiled and padded softly to the sliding glass doors. As I slid them open I looked over my shoulder and spoke to him before entering,

Don't worry, this isn't bad, I just have to think on some things.

The next day, I snapped on my black bikini and hoped in the pool before he arrived, knowing that the backyard would be his assignment for the whole day. When he turned the back corner of the house and saw me peacefully lulling about in the pool, he smiled brightly, but then caught himself like a naughty child stealing icing from a freshly baked cake.

I watched him for a while, my arms folded on the side of the pool, supporting my lower half as it floated about in the blue water. He stopped for a moment and presumably feeling my eyes, turned and came over, kneeling again like he had the night before. I hoped he could see the outline of my eyes hidden behind big brown sunglasses, de riguer for the summer bikini clad teen. I reached my damp hand out and pulled his hand down to the water, his fingertips submerging. I turned in the water and treaded and looked over my shoulder, floating over the back tie for him to pull.

My mind quivered as I panicked, thinking what I would do if he didnt get my message when I felt the distinctive tug and then the release as the sodden fabric loosened from my breasts. I swam away and under the water, letting the top fall away over my head as I dove down deep. When my hands touched the bottom of the pool, I kicked up powerfully, my top half popping out of the water like a dolphin, just as I wanted.

I could hear his laughter as I swam back over to him, my half nudity freeing me in the water. Once again I came over to where he knelt and grabbed onto the edge of the pool with one hand, the other hand busied itself with the ties on the side of my bikini bottoms. Once freed, they too floated away, liberated by the sparking water to go on vacation.

I knew it was complete folly to swim naked in my pool in day light an in public, seeing as how my backyard is water and doesn't have a privacy fence. Though I was contented and having fun swimming about like nature intended with a man watching me, cultivating thoughts. I swam to the stairs and pulled my towel up and above the line of water as I stepped out, concealing my nudity and wrapping the soft warmth around me as I walked toward the house.

I looked to the pool and laughed when I saw the two pieces of my bikini in the water, without my body to cling to. Robert watched me laugh and when I motioned for him to follow me, he hesitated but his final urges got the best of him and slowly followed after me as I slipped in to the airconditioned haven of my bedroom.

It felt ceremonial to step into my room, drop the towel on the floor and lie naked on the bed, knowing he was on the way, twenty steps behind. I lay like Cleopatra perhaps, on my stomach with my arms folded beneath my face, my hip slightly turned so that my body curved like a snake. When I saw him looking at me, I felt almost like this was the moment that would send me to hell.

I was damned and my own actions threw me there. Though, I cant say that I regret it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, not touching me, but just looking and taking in the moment. His hands finally slid over my shoulders, down my back, over my bottom to my thighs, my calves and finally his strong hands rubbed at my small feet. I sighed so heavily, my lungs fell beneath me and when I turned, Robbie didn't know what to do with himself. He sighed as well, his facial expression so troubled.

His hands slipped over the tops of my shoulders and down my arms, the moisture still lurking there from the pool water like little beads. He used both of his hands to touched my stomach, caressing my skin delicately, innocently it seemed.

But like most men I've encountered, he began to slip on his control, he wanted more than just grammar school level petting. His lips slipped to mine and pressed so passionately, a sigh bubbling up in my throat behind our kiss. His hands wandered to my breasts and when his lips replaced his hands, he looked up at me with his eyes and I too found myself lost.

I arched my back with the excitement and that's when it snapped. Robert lurched up and stood, almost like he hand been burned, his body tense and seemingly upset. He rubbed his hands over his face, and spoke soft words,

This is bad, this can't happen. I mean you're a girl, you're a beautiful, sexy, womanly little girl. I just cant do this, I'm sorry.

And with that, he went outside, collected his tool box and left my house. I lay with a scrunched and troubled brow. What the hell just happened? My mind wandered and split several times, but the moment had left and now all I felt was bitter resentment and abandon. I showered and thought of why it had failed, the moment hadn't carried him like others before him.

I resigned to not think on it anymore. But apparently Robert did, I never saw him again as he called my mother later that night and told her that he had been given a full time job as an electrician somewhere. My mother had congratulated him and then busied herself with finding another house-elf.

Though, for me it was clarifying, I had found a truly good man....Or so it seemed.

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Tech Tags: older men, nudity, girl, woman, underage, pool, kissing, breasts

No Rumors

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Complete Blog Disaster!!!

Someone please pinch me because hello....my laptop was hacked, all the passwords stolen and my ENTIRE TEMPLATE WAS DELETED!

It will take a little while to sort it all out seeing as how my entire sidebar, widgets, links, banners, graphics are all deleted. This is more than just a forced redesign, this is pure havok. Please excuse the massive amounts of dust while I sort it all out and I apologize for anyone I link to: your links will be put back up ASAP!
I dont know who did this, but I've been hacking (dont tell the government!) since I was 12 years old and....I get revenge one way or another. :)

Update: 3 hours later:

Finally Ive reprogrammed the majority of the widgets and all of the visual (plus a new corner graphic, oooo sparkly!) so just be on the look out for when I have enough time to re-link to all my favorite blogs, post my feed buttons, intimategifts banner, site link banners, geo map and my stat counter!

Update: 5 hours later:

So basically everything is righted and I've officially given my self carpal tunnel. :) Most of my links are recovered and graphics and links are replaced and on and on. IF I HAVE LINKED TO YOU IN THE PAST BUT YOU DONT SEE YOURSELF IN THE BLOG LINK LISTS, leave your Url in the comments and Ill slap it back up. The problem is that I use the blog as my bookmark page for all the blogs I read...yeah, real genius, I know.

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Tumble Me

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Sugasm #45

My first BDSM feature! Wah hoo!

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Spotlighting the top 3 posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #46? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Foreplaying pool (http://gentlygently.blogspot.com)
“‘What say we make this interesting,’ I began while circling the table looking at the available shots, ‘If I win, I get a kiss.’”

All Tied up (part 6): The End (http://dirtyandthirty.blogspot.com)
“To cut a very long story short (well, not quite that short), the evening finished with me cumming all over Thirty’s beautiful body.”

Tableau of sensuality (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
“Use your other hand to explore further South… tickle that sensitive area around my navel… stroke the silkiness a little further below… and then you’ll find that silky soon becomes slick, plump and moist.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Fred Wilson, Venture Capital and Pornography (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice
Sexbit - Fundraiser (http://www.seskuality.com)

More Sugasm
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BDSM and Fetish
Caught: Domination (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)

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