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I’m always going to get mine.

June 16th, 2015 1 comment

My stomach sank when he said it.

I was on my knees in front of him. His beautiful cock was buried deep in my throat. His hands were fisted in my hair. And my mind was going a mile a minute, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong.

“You’re supposed to be a teasy slut,” he said. “Did you forget how to turn me on?”

My blood ran cold. He’d come to me, naked, fresh from the shower. His hands had found my tits, and I had given a half hearted lick to his stomach, my hands in my lap, as if I had no god damned sense in my head.

“Don’t you think your hand should be on that when it’s that close?” he had asked.

I had grinned sheepishly and wrapped my hand around his cock, but I definitely had lacked that certain something that says, “This is what I want to be doing.”

That’s no bueno. Read more…

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Now I’m going to do whatever I want with you.

June 15th, 2015 Comments off

“I think you should go figure out a way to lay on the bed with your ass in the air without hurting your shoulder.”

It almost sounds like a suggestion, or even a request, but it was neither.

I wound my hair up into a sloppy bun and pinned it in place before making my way to the bedroom. The Wedge was already out, so getting into position simply meant putting it in the middle of the bed and kneeling over it. I pulled my pillows over, too, to help support my upper body so that all my weight wasn’t resting on my shoulders, and snuggled in.

He took his sweet time joining me. Anticipation is a motherfucker. And as I knelt there, my ass lifted and thighs spread, I could feel it building in my stomach. Which, of course, translated to slippery heat building in my cunt. Read more…

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Go get a toy so you can fuck yourself.

September 24th, 2014 4 comments

Enjoying myselfNo, I’m not telling you to go get a toy so you can fuck yourself–though you can, if you want. That’s how last night started.

(P.S. It’s been a long time since I’ve written one of these, so cut me some slack.)

“Go get a toy so you can fuck yourself. I need entertainment.”

He was on a conference call with one of our closest friends (who he also happens to work with) and a customer, and his part of the job was done. The phone was on mute, but the windows were open. I’m pretty sure I turned five shades of red in five seconds flat. The idea of me being his entertainment gets me every time. Read more…

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Best. Orgasm. Ever.

April 3rd, 2014 2 comments

So I’m sitting on the couch, so engrossed in seed hunting on Amazon that I’m barely paying attention to the murder porn on TV. The show’s not even close to over. I figure I’ve got a few more minutes to decide which indeterminate tomatoes I want to grow. But Master turned to me and said, “Why don’t you go get in the shower?”

It’s late, so I know we’re not going anywhere. He wants me to wash up so he can make me all dirty again. It’s kinda his thing. Only this time, I’m gonna make me all dirty, too, because earlier in the day, I’d asked to use one of my toys.

Well, okay. “Asked” is giving me more credit than I deserve. I have a hard time with the asking, so I popped off an (I hoped) adorable little, “You should let me play with one of my toys, today,” complete with my head canted sideways and my knee swiveled in.

I shouldn’t be telling him what he should be doing, but this is actually an improvement. I started by masturbating without permission, then moved on to just not masturbating to avoid the humiliation of having to ask someone to pleasure myself. And in truth, the reason that I’m doing anything at all is because Master threatened to start throwing away toys if I didn’t. Starting with Tantus. For serious. Bastard. Read more…

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Somebody Rockin Knockin the Boots

June 19th, 2012 1 comment

I slid across the bed to pull the teddy bear I still sleep with from the crevice between the mattress pad and the wall. What I saw in my mind when my tits hit the sheets was him shoving my torso onto the mattress, sweat dripping from my body from the thirty minutes I’d just spent on the elliptical. His hands slipped and slid when he grabbed my waist, so he dug his fingers into my hips. And then he fucked me. Hard and long.

Mmm…

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More Relationship Wisdom from Dr. John Michael Dorian … And Surprise Butt Secks

August 20th, 2011 Comments off

So…

Things have been insane the past couple weeks, to say the least.

It’s no secret that I have mental health issues. They are exacerbated by changes in pretty much everything. Usually more exercise, sleep and at least snacking a few times a day if I don’t eat three meals helps. The past few months we’ve just had to weather the storm and hope things come out all right in the end. Especially around my period. This is nothing new, either. We just went a really long time without having to really deal with it. A long time for us, anyway. Read more…

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