Vixxxen's Wicked Little Thoughts

Vix Speaks: Dominance

2006-06-28T09:33:00.000-07:00

What is dominance and what does it mean? I have been talking to alot of people lately about this subject and well I might not be an expert on this I am feeling up for posting my thoughts on it. I won't cover all the bases and what I consider being dominate might not be what others consider being dominate. Now if anyone feels like they would like to hear about a subject in specific I urge you to post that in the comment section or send me something at my e-mail which can be found in my profile.

Domination is everywhere it can be found in the bedroom of a slave and master or in business or on the streets. There are those that people are just inclined to follow even if they themselves aren't realizing why they do it. Some people have a presence and you can just feel it, they make you feel like a servant with the air about them. Now some might be thinking but if I am really Dominant they won't have that effect on me, which may be true but being Dominant it is easy to pick out others like you. Two Dominants meeting can be like a meeting of equals or a game where each tries to top the other. Some may think if they are going to be Dominant they can't ever let anyone be more Dominant to them, this is something I don't agree with. If you don't allow yourself to experiance everything there is to experiance how will you ever learn what others use? Now there is no book out there telling you how to be a Dom or how you should act, but I have always found it better to learn from others. If nothing else it at least for me is interesting to watch what others do.

In BDSM play I also see the role of Dominate as one of responsibility. The Dominate is responsible for everything that happens and they are responsible for the welfare of their submissive. I know in general I tend to play less rough then others since I prefer bondage to flogging, but one has to know when they have gone from testing to terrorizing. It doesn't make you less Dominate to know when to stop, to know that your submissive may not tell you when something is too much (even though they should). Much of what is done is about limits and testing how far one will go...but at the end there needs to not be lasting harm done to the submissive. What do I mean by this it is hard to explain because it is more of a concept then something with an actual rule. Physically no one should end up in the hospital and if it looks as if your submissive needs medical attention make sure they get it (one of those responsibility things). Accidents happen remember that but admit when it happens, no one is infallible, part of being in charge is knowing when something needs to stop or admitting when something wrong has happened. Don't break your contract or the rules that your submissive, part of having a relationship like this is trust. Don't break that trust ever. Hmmm...I think the last part was a semi rant about someone I spoke to recently, sorry for that.

Now on a more emotional level when it comes to being Dominate it is a charge, a feeling of power and elation. Knowing that the person you are playing with needs you that they rely on you. That they want you to fuck them, flog them, bind them, or whatever else you have agreed upon doing. A sense of knowing they are yours and yours alone, being the possessive type I would not share a pet, to try to do that wouldn't be being true to myself or to them. And as I ranted about above that is part of being Dominant being reliable and being true. There is something wonderful about knowing that someone trusts you so completely they put themselves at your mercy. Being Dominant is hard but it is also one of the best things as long as it is truly what you want.

At the end of the day when your submissive, pet, slave, or whatever it is you like to call them is curled up laying on your lap, at the foot of your bed or on the floor and you know they are fulfilled because you are happy and because you are in charge; that is one of the best feelings.

Secret Geek Sunday: Finding out your not alone

2006-06-18T13:50:00.000-07:00

My other posts about Secret Geek Sunday have all been stories. With the direction that my blog usually takes this is nothing new. I tell stories, I am here to entertain so in a way that is so much easier for me then having to actually talk about myself. Some of my stories do have a touch of myself in them, but which parts and which ones isn't that overall important. Today I'm going to talk about being a Kinky Geek.

Gaming at one point or another has taken up every aspect of my life. Sexuality is not different then the rest of it. I think the first time that I looked at sex and gaming was when I realized that everyone was very worried about what their charisma or appearance scores were. Didn't matter what type of character that was being played. I noticed it more when I was younger, even with a negative in appearance many would attempt to describe their characters appearance in a positive light. Many of my early playing was done with World of Darkness, Vampire. Now anyone that knows about that particalar game will know that Vampires in the World of Darkness are not sexually inclined. Theirs is a story of angst and suffering, hollow to emotions and on top of that they have a dead body. But I remember a game where even if you point this out, young male vampires would spend a blood point when they see their hot famale sir; the blood point was for their boner. So many games took characters through different aspects of sexuality. Gay strip clubs, BDSM playgrounds, to meet prostitutes - the best part was at the end of the day they can just say that whatever happened in the game wasn't them. A safe way to look at the less then vanilla sexual experiance and then safely be able to stand back and go, was my character and not me.

For a long time I use to wonder how many of the Geeks that I played with were actually kinky and weren't just playing at it. Some of my first bondage experiances were with another Geek, a guy that I gamed with. Even with that experiance I still wasn't sure how alone I was in being a kinky geek, but the at a convention I found my answer. At gaming conventions there are people and costumes of all shapes and sizes, many of them take on the appearance of fetish gear and I suspect many of the costumes are just fetish gear made to be worn in a more exceptable enviroment. This particular convention I had my flogger with me. Yes I own a flogger, not the most expensive or worst for beating but still a good flogger. Standing in the foyer of the convention a girl comes up to me, with her are about three guys and they all seem to be friends.

"Can I see that?" She asks looking to my flogger that is attached to my bag, I look to her a moment and then shrug and hand it over. What happened next was rather entertaining. She turns to the guys and says to one, "let me hit you," he looks a little uneasy but lets her. In between cries of ow and damn from him another one of the guys eyes just start shining. Right there in the middle of the foyer he starts begging her to beat him, she turned and looked at him a small smile on her face and she answers him with one simple word, "no". At that moment when she chose control, I knew that the road of being a kinky geek wouldn't be such a lonely one.

End of the World

2006-06-12T16:53:00.000-07:00

So it really isn't the end of the world, but it feels like it. Yesterday my SO got very sick and it kinda took up my entire day. Ended up taking them to the hospital and they are still not feeling better. I do have a secret geek writing put together, two girls no gravity - so hopefully you will be entertained when I can finally get it up.

And I am very sad that I have not been able to write as regularly as I would like for this blog. I just hope that sometime in the near future that I will be able to because I do not like this only getting one or two stories in a week stuff.

I love all you people in blog land and hope to return soon.

*hugs* Vix

Breasts

2006-06-10T09:57:00.000-07:00

Well I once again have not been up to posting and that makes me feel like well something not good. But after looking at Cherrie's HNT last thursday lately I have been thinking about one part of the female anatomy that I truly love...it is my favorite part. Breasts, seriously they are like well the one feature on a female that I intensely love. I have always been fixated on breasts and I am always sure to give the breasts of a lover lots of well deserved attention. Nibbling along the edge of them, licking underneath and over up to the nipple. Biting at her nipples gently playing with the tip of them with my tongue and then nuzzling into her breasts. Somethings I really don't think can get better then that.

Tomorrow I think my Secret Geek Sunday post (which I am going to make sure I get up) will have some lovely breasts in them. How about the rest of you? What do you enjoy on women, what part of their body draws your attention?

Secret Geek Sunday: The Peach

2006-06-05T07:30:00.000-07:00

I know it isn't Sunday anymore but my stomach illness decided to keep me hugging the toliet the other day (I know how sexy is that to think of!) and then I ended up watching Smallville with my sweetie, a truly Geeky way to spend sometime together before I passed out in his arms. So here is my second if rather late Secret Geek Sunday post, I hope everyone enjoys it and yes it is suppose to have a bit of a comedy effect to it.

Contains: Sex, Halflings, voyuerism, and making an entire bar full of people uncomfortable.

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The Peach

“Oh you bad bad boy,” Stephen Beaudoin gushed to his reflection in the mirror. His response was mostly due to the fact that he could feel a hand on his ass and in his mind no one was worthy of touching himself except for himself for no one was as lovely. While Stephen continued to giggle and making coy faces at himself in the mirror the hand on his ass continued to kneed and feel him up. Something that was obvious to everyone in the room but him was that he was not being a bad boy in face a Halfling had her hand on his bum and appeared to be having a grand old time of it. The Halfling’s name is Lana and she doesn’t know the meaning of the word restraint or moderation, the latest group of adventurers had this bard in tow; and ever since she had been having her way with his anatomy while he cooed at himself over how naughty and wonderful he was at it.

Across the tavern from the Halfling and Bard a man with a battle scarred face watched with a frown he looks over to a petite girl sitting next to him, “Ebony tell me again why we are keeping those two around, also…what the hell do you think is wrong with that Halfling.” Ebony looks up from her spellbook with a sigh, “Gibson they are useful, Lana is great with locks and not bad to talk to and Stephen - well he gets us free rooms and connections.” Gibson grumbles something and orders another ale with those two around he had been drinking more and more.

The night wears on and Stephen goes to play for the tavern patrons even in a burgh like the one they were staying in tonight he loved to play, he loved to adored. Lana watched him with a slight pout since he was her only source of entertainment in this town. She tosses her damp hair over her shoulder and looks around. Today had been her bath day, Lana was proud of her cleanness a bath a week whether she needed it or not. Tonight’s bath had not been scheduled but been forced on her by Stephen, inadvertently she had left a stain on his clothing with her fun and it made him all miffed, she grinned slightly at the memory, not that she minded having the handsome bard giving her a bath. But now Stephen was on the stage playing, Lana grins and ducks down to the floor and starts crawling under a nearby table that just happens to be close to the Bard and the stage. The rogue happily continues to crawl on the floor getting her clean hands dirty on the pads of her hands. The dirt from the floor of the tavern starts to collect on her hands returning them to their normal grubby appearance. Only halfway to the stage Lana stops her eyes wide and stares in front of her, there is another Halfling under the table and he appears to be in much the same state as she is in.

Frankie as he was often called was grinning ear to ear in front of him was two of the loveliest sets of legs he had ever seen. At the moment Frankie was considering the best way to snake his hand under one of the elven maiden’s skirts his lecherous plans are pulled from his mind as he hears a sound behind him. Turning Frankie blinks not expecting to see another Halfling under the table in The Pickled Peach. He did as was his first instinct and looked down her loosely tied vest, his grin widened if it could she was indeed rather well built too, not any elven maiden but at least she was his size so he wouldn’t keep slippin’ out when things just get interesting.

Lana grinned slightly when she got a better look at Frankie, she could see the front of his breeches were already bulging from whatever he was going to do to the elven women. Never being good at tact or anything along those lines she crawls to the center of the table so she is further from the women and makes a motion to him to crawl to her. Frankie stared at her a moment wondering what she was up to but then the memory of her breasts came back to him and he quickly moved to her. Now Lana was hungry for a cock of another Hin almost as much as Frankie was hungry for a pussy of one. Once he was within touching distances Lana reaches over and finds a way into his breeches, looking into his wide brown eyes she grins as she pulls his manhood free. Lana’s dark green eyes went down the length of Frankie’s member, for a Halfling he was well endowed but he was nowhere near as impossible as the human or most of the elven men.

In the next moment Frankie gets pushed back and Lana crawls on top of him greedily licking up his cock and twirling around the head of it with her tongue. As she sucks Lana smiles slightly Frankie had just been made to bathe lately like she had been. The two elven women start whispering to each other and from the movement of their feet the two other the table can tell they are starting to get a little nervous; sounds of Lana’s mouth working carry just under the music of Stephen playing constant soft wet sounds as she pulls from the base of his cock to the head of it mixed with the sound of Frankie moaning gently as she does. “Oh, by the gods,” Frankie cries as he looks down at the devilish tart working his member as he lets out a cry those few people sitting at the far table push their chairs back and quickly move to the other side of the room.

Gibson looks up as he notices the movement of people from one side of the room to the other. Hearing the sounds of sex he just looks down at his ale he could no longer remember how many he had drank. As the people moved he could hear the sounds drifting just under the ballad that Stephen had started up, blinking a little drunkenly at first he suspected it was the two mastiffs that make their home in the Peach, he looks over and sees the two dogs lounging by the fire and then realization hits him. With a curse to the Hin he holds his hand up for another ale.

Under the table the two Halflings continued with their pleasures, Lana hungrily sucked Frankie’s cock for only a while longer before he pushed her back and slipped his hands up her vest top. He groans again and presses against the front of her breeches as he rolls his fingers over her nipples not caring if the tall folk can hear him or not. Lana reaches up and starts stroking her hand over his cock her lips parting as she watches his face, her back arching as he moves his hands over her breasts more quickly. Just as Lana throws her head back with an ecstatic cry of her own Stephen finishes his song, a mutter goes through the crowd in the Peach, most people deciding to ignore the noises even as a slight flush covers their cheeks.

Ebony’s familiar Greystone squawks and makes disgruntle noises looking toward the table, the sounds of the tryst slowly starts to fill the room, no one is left unable to hear the two and everyone is trying to pretend that they can’t hear it. Frankie pulls open Lana’s breeches with a hand and dives his fingers downward until he finds her warm pussy lips; not wanting to give time for too much foreplay he starts running his fingers around her clit until Lana’s body wracks against him shuddering under his touch, small spasms running through her. He moves his hand that was on her breast around to her back and angles her to him then he dips down and starts to fill her with his throbbing member.

Stephen looks up from his vanity mirror he had been admiring himself again; confusion enters his eyes as he looks over the tavern seeing everyone pushed to one side the one farthest away from him. Usually the towns folk liked to press against the stage trying to get close a small pout plays on his lips seeing this strange activity. Then the sounds from under the nearby table finally register in his mind, turning he recognizes the sounds of passion having never found another lovely enough to share his bed he was unpracticed but he still recognized the sound; Stephen looks down as he can feel a stirring in his cock. The Bard inches forward and peeks under the table, his eyes get wide as they go to the two grubby Halflings rutting. Thoughts go through his mind that he should be disgusted but for some reason he can not look away.

“Uhhhh…” Lana cries out quietly as Frankie plunges into her filling her up pulling back he leaves a void making her ache again and then just as quickly that void is filled with a quick thrust. Taller men may be good for looking at but they tended to be too big for anything really fulfilling she whispers to him urging him to fuck her more quickly, “fill me, fill me up you Hinnish slut.” Frankie growls slightly it is a pure primal and wanting and he does all he can to appease her his body moving quickly spearing into her again and again as his balls slap against her ass. Lana’s orgasm hits without warning one moment she is quivering under the other Hin and the next she is screaming as pleasure rolls over her, her body contracts around Frankie’s cock and he grips her hips almost harshly holding her to him as his legs twitch and he finally lets out his own pleasure. As the Halflings orgasm and their screams of passion fill the tavern making a few drop their mugs Stephen gets so flustered he accidentally tips the table over. Embarrassment finally hitting him he stands up his pants bulging from his erection Stephen looks over at the crowd the two Halflings sitting not more then ten feet from him.

Gibson just stares at the three, Ebony giggles slightly and goes back to pretending she is reading her book well mentally she weighs the odds of getting Gibson alone later. Talk erupts in the tavern of scandal and the serving wench yells at the two on the floor. Giggling the Halflings stand up in their various forms of nakedness; Lana grabs Frankie by the hand running for the door, the two run outside disappearing into the night to continue with their activities. Gibson is left staring at Stephen and his hard on with a sigh the warrior turns and motions to the barmaid, “another ale.”

I'm not dead yet!

2006-06-04T07:09:00.000-07:00

As the title of this post says I am in fact still around. I am sorry for not commenting in your blogs as of late but things got scary and I got very ill IRL. I am doing better now and will have my Secret Geek Sundays post up today. I hope that you will enjoy it once I have it up. And I will hopefully be getting back to my regularly scheduled blogging. ;)

Stuff and more stuff and a cry for help!

2006-05-30T10:02:00.000-07:00

So there is no sexy story to go with this post, frankly I don't know what has been wrong with me lately. Mostly been sleeping alot, which is very strange for me since I am an insomniac. I think that might be why I am not feeling well...going years without more then two to four hours of sleep a night and then all of a sudden sleeping lots and lots might being doing something strange to me. And those that looked might have seen I had a test blog up...and from that test blog I realized that I will never be good at this coding stuff.

So I am going to ask those lovely people that read my blog to help me out a bit, anyone know anything about this coding stuff? Now all I really have is this banner that I made for my blog. If someone could come up with coding for a layout that has coloring to match that banner I would be very grateful...now I can't pay in anything but words. Which means whoever helps me (if anyone does) just needs to tell me what they want written about, and I will write it. So if you are good at coding...I am trying to bribe you with a story to help me out. :)

Secret Geek Sunday: The Three

2006-05-28T09:44:00.000-07:00

Secret Geek Sunday's are a time for all of us with a hidden geekier side to give everyone a little peek into it. For us sex bloggers that of course means a bit of sex with some fantasy or gaming. It doesn't have to be a full fantasy scene like what I have written for my first one today but just something with a bit of geek or nerd added in. Feel free to post links if you have written something up for it. The original post about it can be found here. Today as promised I have a fantasy threesome, I hope I haven't over explained things and people will bear with the length of it. Names and places have been changed to protect the imaginary characters and their players. ;)

Shon as meantioned before has joined me on this Sunday journey of Geekiness, you can find his sexy entry called: Rite of Manhood, in his blog.

This story contains, sex, anal sex, tails, wings, and three very hot characters.

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The water swirled around the three, a tiefling, half-dragon, and elemental. The tiefling was sprawled between the other two the only female of the three, her soft pale skin shimmer under the droplets of water from the pool. She had a petite build and just the right amount of curves on her to make men and women turn to stare when she walked past on the streets, she was mostly sun elf and succubus blood, her infernal blood manifested itself in the form of a tail that at this moment was circling around the leg of the half-dragon sitting next to her. Ceyla giggled slightly letting her tail caress the leg of Shae, Shae had huge wings that he at the moment was keeping folded close to his back, they were covered in iridescent blue scales, hints of these scales could also be seen along his scalp and spine. As she giggles Shae pulls Ceyla up onto his lap and then pulls her back against his chest, lowering his head to her neck he tickles the soft hair there as he parts his lips just enough so he can take her skin between his teeth and suck gently. The elemental was sitting across from the two and at the moment was polymorphed into a human form, his skin glistened black and his eyes shined like jewels, his name was Blake and he was Ceyla’s official lover, a moment of passion in a cabin far from the city limits with Shae had been the start of what would happen here tonight. Ceyla more then anything needed and wanted to know that she was not being erased from the equation. Neither male wanted her erased and tonight the three of them would either meld well or other arrangements would have to come out of it. Pushing the more serious thoughts from his mind Blake runs his hands over Ceyla’s legs lust dancing in his eyes as he watches the two.

Ceyla trembles against Shae’s body, goose bumps over flesh her nipples hard at just the brief touching from the two of them. “Come here lover…” she looks to Blake motioning him to come closer so she can kiss him. Shae growls low in his throat the sound vibrating over Ceyla’s skin, wrapping an arm around her stomach he pulls her more tightly against him. Ceyla gasps and lust fills the air for a moment it is almost visible bright sparks of pleasure playing in the air, her succubus blood was heightening the experience for her and her lovers. Shae bites more roughly as the pleasure washes over him with his free hand he reaches around to cup her breast. Blake slides up close to the two and kisses Ceyla lovingly moving one of his hands to her free breast stroking the nipple, his other hand moving to caress and cup Shae’s balls between Ceyla’s legs.

Ceyla’s back arches pressing her breasts into the hands of her lovers, she parts her lips and drives her tongue into Blake’s mouth. Their tongues swirl and caress the other exploring and intertwining. One of her hands goes to Blake’s inner thigh to brush along his leg teasing him to erection without touching his cock. Shae’s wings have folded and are now half draped over her, with her free hand she pets the blue wing that shines like sapphire, carefully playing her fingertips over the frames and tender areas. As their hands caress and tantalize Shae he pulls back from Ceyla’s neck, his breath now coming out at a ragged rate. With Blake’s hand squeezing and caressing his balls the hand on Ceyla’s breast squeezes, his sharp well kept talons digging into her flesh to the point of almost drawing blood. Blake continues to massage Shae’s balls and then moves his hand up to stroke his cock slowly, then he moves his mouth from Ceyla’s and starts to kiss and nip down her and across her body. Ceyla lets out a cry and groan as she feels Shae’s hard cock her pussy tightening at the very thought, throbbing, with Blake’s mouth moving over her body the feelings of pleasure begin to wash over her and envelop the males, she moves the hand that was brushing over Blake’s thigh and starts to stroke the very head of his penis, then slides her hand down and around, and then begins to kneed his balls. Her head jerks back as Shae’s talons continue to dig and a muffled scream comes from her throat; a sound mixed of pleasure and pain.

Shae shifts his hips, lust and pleasure overtaking him. He hisses softly bring his head back down to bite the very back of her neck, dragging his teeth over her skin, he doesn’t cut her but angry red welts are left in the wake of his talons, he drags all the way to her nipple and teases it until her nipple is as erect as he is. As he plays with her breast he moves the hand that was around her waist and reaches over running his talons over the skin in the small of Blake’s back. Blake groans deeply at the feel of hands over his body, he presses against Ceyla as he gives Shae’s cock an appreciative squeeze. Then he moves until his lips brush Ceyla’s ear and he starts to describe to her the time that Shae and he spent together in the cabin, how they touched and pleased each other and how good it was. The welts left by Shae’s talons feel as if they are on fire, Ceyla moans in pleasure pin between the two her hands clenching and unclenching as Shae’s talons torment her nipple, she begins to tremble as she listens to Blake tell her of the two together. Low in her body warm feelings of pleasure and need start to spread her pussy throbs with want, Ceyla squeezes Blake’s balls more firmly and moves forward stroking up the shaft of him letting her pubic hair tickle his cock.

Shae moves Ceyla over his lap against him as much as he can, dropping the hand to massage Blake’s ass with the pads of his hand. Pulling Ceyla’s earlobe into his mouth Shae whispers a quiet prayer to his goddess for self control. He is a cleric and the goddess of luck; most likely she would very much sanction what he was doing now. Hearing his quiet prayer Blake grins, “We left self control behind a while ago.” He strokes his thumb over the head of Shae’s flesh as if to emphasize his point, he pulls his hand back and watches the two on his thumb is a small pearl of precum, his eyes blaze red like rubies as he watches them his desire evident with one small gesture he licks the fluid from his thumb, a small sound that seems to vibrate the very earth they lay on escapes his throat. Blake moves forward again the water droplets shining on his dark skin he lowers his head to Ceyla’s breast and darts his tongue between Shae’s fingers to tickle over her skin. Ceyla shivers with need her body aching and as if she has lost control she grasps Shae’s hips as she does her body bucks and pushes against Blake. For a moment she feels as if her flesh is rippled with fire passion buring through her.

“Oh yes,” she gasps when she is able to speak, “you two are good.”

Shae’s head is tilted back and he has a hard time stringing together thoughts, biting his lip hard he moves his hand down Ceyla’s back letting it caress her shapely bottom a moment before he moves two of his fingers into her pussy from behind. His fingers slip in easily and then he thrusts in and out gently before spreading his fingers so he rubs over the sides of her vagina. Blake kisses each of Shae’s fingers over the hand that is still cupping Ceyla’s breast, one of his hands moving down to tickle over the soft thatch above her sex, once he has kissed all of Shae’s fingers he moves across to take her free nipple between his lips, flickering his tongue over it and nipping gently. Ceyla groans and her groans come out as a soft whine of need before Blake moves his mouth away from her nipple to speak.

“We are yours for pleasure tonight – we will do anything you like, right Shae?” Blake’s words are a whisper but they play over Ceyla’s flesh like silk her body throbbing with each word. Shae so lost in his want and lust only groans softly and nods burying his face in Ceyla’s back so she can feel his answer to Blake’s question.

Ceyla’s body continues to throb with want and she at first has a hard time speaking, her concentration half broken as she feels Shae’s fingers still fucking her slowly, “I want you both,” she leans forward to suck and bite at Blake’s ear moving her ass over Shae’s thighs as she does all the while trying to not dislodge Blake’s mouth from her nipple. Ceyla lets her tail caress Shae’s thighs as she moves, gently brushing against his cock and balls with it, she uses one hand to hold onto Blake’s shoulder and brace herself from slipping in the hot tub, as she massages his back.

Hearing her Shae swallows an audible hiss still in his voice as he speaks, “bo…th? How?” He continues to move his fingers in and out of her pussy her body contracts around them as if trying to keep and hold them in, he shudders feeling this his wings flex and without thought from himself fold around the three of them bathing them in dancing blue light as the color reflects off the water; Shae’s hips move against Ceyla sliding the length of him between her thighs, however the placement of his hand keeps her out of danger from anal penetration at the moment. Ceyla feels Blake shiver against her as Shae’s wings rub against his back, Blake’s mouth continues to worship Ceyla’s chest with his lips, his hand moving down more to brush along the folds of her pussy, savoring the wetness of her sweet sex and the water around them. Blake’s voice comes out as a deep rumble from his chest, “tell us how you want us, where you want us.”

Ceyla’s body bucks slightly as she feels the two hands one fucking her slowly with his fingers the other just teasing. She grips Blake’s shoulder trying to stay focused as she does the pleasure that has been building starts to bleed out of her and roll over the skins of the other two. Power, lust, want, and need all seem to fill the air and thicken it making sex something to be breathed wrapping the three up in her pleasure and then mixing her pleasure with theirs until it is one heavy overwhelming force. She moves her head back from where she is kissing and sucking on Blake’s ear, “I want you both to fuck me, I want you to touch each other well you do,” she grips her hand around Shae’s hard and engorged cock, “I want Shae in my ass,” she rolls her eyes up at Shae and in her voice for the first time is a bit of uncertainty. She hadn’t ever had anyone there, “but gently…gently.”

Shae locks his eyes with hers some of his light brown hair falling into his face, he nods slowly and pulls his fingers from her pussy making her emit a small cry as they leave her body. Then he begins to caress the skin between her pussy and her anus, burying his face against her shoulders again Shae’s voice comes out in a choked whisper, “You’re sure?” Ceyla licks her lips slightly before answering her mind set on the nervous and sensual man behind her, “I can tell you want to, and I won’t have you left out of this.” Blake being more impatient then the other two slips his fingers into Ceyla’s sex causing her to gasp well she tries to speak to Shae, he moves his fingers in and out for a few moments and then slips them out again, moving his hand around Shae’s he begins to gently caress her anus runnig his fingers over the rim before gently slipping a finger in and begins to make her as ready as he can for Shae, “he feels wonderful,” Blake whispers to her. Her lower regions tighten in apprehension and want she leans forward burying her face in Blake’s shoulder her legs spreading more to allow them more access, “I want you Shae, I want you both.” She snakes a hand around to run from head to base over his cock the water making her hand slick. Her voice harsh and low from prolonged want, her tail wraps around her waist and she mutters “fuck me…”

“Take her like you took me,” Blake whispers watching the two.

Shae’s eyes are dark with need and he moves the head of himself against her anus, he starts another quiet prayer to his goddess, though for what he is praying he doesn’t know. He moves his hands to help support her as she moves torturously above him, of all the things that tumble out of his mouth the only thing the others are able to catch are, “Oh sweet Tymora…” Blake watches the two, he moves back into the deep part of the pool a moment so he can watch them, his hand going to stroke his cock moving a little faster as Ceyla starts to lower herself onto Shae, “he feels good doesn’t he?”

Ceyla’s body clenches but the water mixed with her own juices makes the process easier, she bites her lip and forces her body to tense as he starts to penetrate for a moment there is a shock of pain but then it eases as she fully immerses Shae within her, Shae closes his eyes with a groan and Ceyla can feel pleasure ride over her she isn’t sure if it is hers or his but she holds her hands on his hips and answers Blake, “oh gods yes.” Blake moves forward and kneels on the sitting ledge of the tub in front of the two he moves forward pressing his erection closer to Ceyla still stroking himself as he watches the two move together waiting to hear what she wants. It is quiet expect for the motion of bodies Shae has ceased his praying and started a steady and sure rhythm his hands are up on Ceyla’s chest rolling her nipples between his fingers. Ceyla looks to Blake and in an urgent voice pleads, “take me now Blake.”

His eyes shining and reflecting the color of Shae’s wings Blake moves between Ceyla’s legs and puts a hand on her hip slowing their motions only a moment, he gives Ceyla an almost feral kiss well stroking the head of his cock up and down her pussy, slowly working into her, he is wide and large filling her completely her body tightens around him greeting the well known lover. Wrapping his strong arms around the two he gasps feeling himself deep within her, his eyes wide as he feels Shae’s presence in her body as well, he paces his motions with Shae’s moving in time with the other man. As Ceyle feels the two brushing against each other her body locks up with pleasure and for a moment she is unable to move, she mumbles her words sound as if they are just picking up where Shae left off, “Oh dear Tymora is right…”

The three are moved more deeply into the pool and using the added buoyancy Ceyla uses the ledge to help thrust herself between the two. Shae’s wings seem to envelop them more tightly and he groans feeing her renewed vigor, all three begin to breathe more quickly and with urgency finding a rhythm, the lust and passion that filled the air earlier seems to be enflamed and dance around them. With the two thrusting into her Ceyla can feel the pleasure growing inside of her building up ready to flow over her, she falls back onto Shae and roughly pulls Blake fully inside of her, the two males can feel each other the throbbing of their cocks filling her up. Ceyla’s body jerks and trembling she lets out a cry her body convulsing and spasming over their hard cocks. Behind her Shae arches his back, his wings unfurling and flaring out as he releases inside of her, his cry sounding like something between a growl and a hiss and he freezes holding himself inside of her, shocked at the power of it, and the part of his mind that is still able to think suddenly is very afraid of losing them. As Shae releases Blake’s eyes open wide and Ceyla’s pussy clamping down around him with the feeling of Shae’s cock pulsing and twitching near his is too much, the rush of sensations rips through him as he loses himself to his orgasm, his member throbbing inside of Ceyla so that Shae can feel it as he mixes his juices with hers.

For a long moment the three stay like that before slowly they start to pull apart now very tired from their activities. Ceyla makes a satisfied and happy sound in her throat, she runs her hands over their sides as they pull out of her, feeling as if her body is made of jelly she sinks back onto the pool ledge letting the warm water wash over her. Shae looks over at her and starts to ask if he hurt her but the look of pleasure over her face changes his mind. Ceyla’s tail uncurls from her waist a she relaxes, Blake moves next to her and snuggles close his dark skin contrasting loudly with her own pale flesh he moves over letting his hand play over her tail. Shae takes Ceyla’s other side and curls up next to her letting his wings curl around her and Blake his head on her shouler. That night three individuals became a group of one, after that nothing was not shared among them.

Glums

2006-05-26T07:16:00.000-07:00

Lately I have been just not feeling well at all, lacking move to do much of anything which is why my poor blog here has not been updated the past few days. Mostly filled with feelings of well grumpiness. I do have some stories in the works but for some reason I just can't get them finished...soon I hope to have a masterbation piece out I want at least another one before May is over. And then my threesome for Sunday, today I am going to do a quick write up just so you all won't forget about me. ;)

Contains a spanking.

Edit: and the chasity device in the story, it would be one along these lines.
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I am perched on the edge of the bed still wearing the gray skirt and sweater I went to work in earlier. Jacob sits in front of me, naked his head bowed, a blindfold is over his eyes my pets are hardly ever without a blindfold when I am with them. It makes them rely and need me more and leaves them with a sense of anticipation and security all at the same time. Anticipation at what will happen next and security because they know I am here to care and watch over them, all they must do is please me. Jacob lately had not been pleasing me and I had an idea of why...

I didn't like to use pain, there were so many other things I could do instead. But I also knew that Jacob was most likely in need of a good spanking. Tonight I kept my office clothing on, this sent a sign to him that he was in trouble and tonight was lesson night.

"Stand," My voice is quiet but sure, I knew he would stand as I spoke the command and he could hear it in my voice. Jacob stood and as he did light reflected on a piece of clear plastic from his groin area, I reach beside me and pick up a key. He was wearing a chasity device and for tonights lesson he was going to not be wearing it. Jacob's muscles tense as he feels me unlock and remove the chasity device, I reach up and pull him around to beside my legs. Moving a bit to become more comfortable I sit back a little further and then speak again, "bend over my lap."

For just a moment I see him pause, his head turns just slightly toward the bed, he had heard me carrying things in but couldn't see what they were. I let him stand and consider for a moment before I let out a piercing whistle, he was taking too long and I was letting him know. Being able to bite my bottom lip and let out such a sound I had found was useful, and I had my mother to thank for teaching me that. Hearing the whistle Jacob obediently bent over my lap, as he bends I open my thighs slighlty and push up my business skirt a little more. As he lays his cock hangs between my thighs and I close them around it. I could feel Jacob growing a little between my thighs I ignored the feel of him and leaned over to a container sitting beside me. From the bowl I pulled an ice cube and start moving the cold cube over his ass, I don't speak and I don't give him indication to what is going to happen. Jacob squirms slightly, I don't speak but just tighten my thighs around his member, he stops his squirming. Then I pick up a wooden paddle laying next to me instead of paddling him right away I run the smooth wood over the back of his legs.

Jacob's breathing quickens a little feeling the paddle, he instinctively braces himself, I move the paddle away just a little and wait a few moments. Then without warning I swing it downward - thwap! The solid paddle smacks over his cold wet ass, I hear him gasp and feel a throb of pleasure in the center of my body at the sound. Without giving him time to prepare for more I continue to paddle until his ass is cherry red, "need help to cool off a little?" I can feel his cock hard between my thighs his pulse throbbing through it. "Yes Mistress," Jacob mumbles, I reach over to the bowl of ice cubes and run one over his sore bottom I feel him tremble under me and another twing of pleasure runs through me, "thank you, Mistress." Jacob's voice has a slight whine in it that sends thrills to me...I pick up the paddle and it swings down smacking across his ass, he cries out for me a mixture of pain and pleasure, with each stroke of the flogger his cock is ever so gently rubbed over my thighs. I continue his spanking speaking to him telling him when he is doing good and when he is not, the entire time I can feel his cock growing thicker and more firm but I always stop and use an ice cube when his breathing gets too heavy. Tonight he was not going to cum, at least not well he was on my lap.

His cries of pleasure, the gasps and the breathing all started to put me on edge, my panties were becoming more and more damp as I flogged his bottom. Finally I stopped and took a towel from where I had laid it earlier, I could feel Jacob tense and I knew he expected me to lay an ice cube over his bottom again, instead I used the towel to dry him, a soft hiss comes from him as I do; looking over I see his bottom is chapped. Once he is dry I let my hand move over his ass, I cup it and then pull back lightly slapping his sore cheeks, again the sharp intact of hissing breath. He would remember his spanking but more then that I could feel how hard he had become how needy. Cupping his ass for a moment I enjoy the feel of him and consider using him, tying him down and making him my toy. Then I remember the lesson and decide that would be too good for him.

Opening my thighs a little I sit back, "up," Jacob slowly moves out of my lap wobbly a little as the blood rushes back to his head. I see as he stands that a drop of precum has landed on my soft inner thigh. "You have made a mess naughty boy on your knees and clean it up," to my amusement at first it seems he doesn't know what I am talking about but then he drops to his knees. Grabbing him by the hair I move his head to my thigh, "lick up that cum you dropped on my thigh."

Jacob lets out a needy groan and starts licking over my thigh greedily after a few licks I pull back on his hair. Oh how easy it would have been to let him continue but that wasn't for tonight. After he is pulled back from me I take the towel that had been used to dry his ass off and lay it over his knees, then I reach forward and pull off his blindfold.

"Get yourself a shower, and you may finish yourself off," I look down at his erection as I say the last part and watch as a slight blush runs over his cheeks. How I love it when they still are able to be made to blush. Making a dismissive gesture at him he quickly takes the given towel and goes toward the bathroom, a smile plays over my face as I watch his now red and chapped ass.

Secret Geek Sundays

2006-05-22T13:42:00.000-07:00

I am a huge geek, I freely admit this but well speaking to Shon from Erotiterrorist I learned I am not the only geek around. So after some talking it came about that both of us had a bit of sexual writing and thoughts dealing with fantasy mediums such as online games (everquest, city of heros, NWN, WOW, etc.) and tabletop games like D&D. And after this bit of talking Shon gives the idea of Secret Geek Sundays. What does that mean you might be wondering, well every Sunday a story about a different fantasy pairing will be put up. I know this won't be everyone's cup of tea but it should be fun.

If anyone feels like giving this a try feel free to, but I would love a link to the story if you do. Now you don't have to really be a super geek if you want to join in. Just make a pairing up, give them something strange or put them in a magic world. Fur, tails, wings, scales, or whatever you can think of be creative. My stories will span many types of fiction from the magic packed fantasy world, to sci-fi, and super heros. I will try to base my stories off of actual characters, though names and locations will be changed to protect the characters, and hopefully not embarrass the shit out of anyone I have gamed with if they end up reading this. ;)

Erm...so yeah that was a random bit of posting.

Frustration

2006-05-22T11:51:00.000-07:00

Few posts back I asked people if there was anything in particular they would like to read about. Shon wanted to see a piece in which the narrator (me) ends up not getting sex and ending with frustration. Well this is the piece and I hope you enjoy even though it ends on a sour note. I will try to get up the piece about outdoors sex for Byron today as well but as scheduling and I go it may or may not happen.

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It was dark in the basement; outside I could hear the rain pounding against the windows with no light coming in from the small windows along the top of the basement walls the darkness seemed more deep, thick and enveloping. The one bit of light that could be seen came from the television sitting not more then four feet in front of me, I was laying over the couch draped over Mark’s lap, the basement was Mark’s room it was carpeted and finished his bed off to a corner of it. We had retreated to his room after the planned cookout was canceled thanks to the rain, on the television played, Braveheart a movie we both had seen at least half a dozen times. Mark was watching the movie and sending slight chills down my spine as his hand gently brushed over my naked side. I was still dressed in only an oversized t-shirt and the two piece bathing suit I had worn when expecting there to be a cookout and pool time. I let the gentle chills of his touch fill me up and a slight smile comes to my face. Mark and I and been dating a while and we didn’t get a chance to have time to ourselves very often, as his petting moved down my legs right below my ass I visibly trembled and I could feel myself getting aroused. Mark’s hand snuck under the oversized shirt I had on and started playing with the waistband of my swimming bottoms he tugged a bit at the slightly shimmer green fabric, “You alright?” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, I let out a content sound and nodded.

His hands move down my thighs and he started petting the inside of my thigh, then Mark leaned down and gave me a slow passionate kiss. My nipples were erect and goose bumps covered my flesh. As he pulled up from the kiss I could feel him growing hard, sitting slightly I let my hand slowly move over the growing bulge in his pants hearing a soft gasp and his breathing quickening I move so I am sitting astride him. He pulls me close and we kiss again my hands are moving over his sides and it feels like our skin is on fire. Mark’s hot hands run up and under my t-shirt his bare flesh on my back and then cupping my ass. I am moved forward roughly and let out a groan as I am bumped against Mark’s now very hard cock.

He moves his head to the side and starts kissing down my neck, I can feel myself so wet and needy. I settle down over him my body writhers and screams on the inside how much it needs more. His mouth feels like electricity over my flesh and as he breathes over my skin I feel as if I am growing hotter and hotter. In the background the movie continues to play a minor noise compared to the pulsing of our flesh and quickly beating hearts. He lets out a ragged needy breath and for a moment keeps his head on my shoulder. As he lays I feel his hard cock pulsing and I know he must be as aroused and needing as I am but his next words push that need aside and replace it with something else, “Amelie, we can’t do this.” The heat from earlier was quickly being replaced by something cold, mean, and angry and it was starting to fill me right up.

“What do you mean we can’t do this?” I pull back my still very aroused body screaming at me and at him, my wet pussy twitching with need and frustration flaring along my body, “you are saying this now?”

Mark sighs in a way that to me says, I’ll have to explain this slow to her, his sigh and what it implied did not help my mood any. “I can’t do this, it would be wrong and…”

As he goes on a scene flashes in my mind of his parents, they are sitting at the kitchen table playing cards a cigarette burning in the ashtray. The cigarette would be his dad’s his mom only smoked in the bathroom where she thought people wouldn’t know if she did. They were nice people but they weren’t interesting, in fact they were some of the most boring people I knew of. Mark kept talking and a horrible picture entered my mind of us years from now sitting at the kitchen table with some boring ass routine. At that moment I knew terror and my arousal from before was sunk my body left achy from its unmet needs.

“Let’s just finish watching the movie,” I mutter and turn around lying over his lap again; he nods and goes back to petting my side. I stare ahead at the television my body not relaxed at his touch anymore. One of the battle scenes plays on the screen and I let the violence fill my mind hoping that would take the edge off my unmet needs.

Needless to say boring Mark and I didn’t date much longer.

Post for Masterbation Month

2006-05-21T05:39:00.000-07:00

This story is called "Watching Butterfly" I orignally posted a much more random and less readable version on IB. Contains masterbation and voyeurism.

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I pick over the strings of the guitar, looking over the busy city from my vantage point I get a bird’s eye view. Neon lights flash their glow across the sky a if crawling up to join the stars. Perched upon an old fire escape I play, a quiet melody to mix with the sounds of the city below, not music onto itself but rather adding to the melody already present. I add a few more notes something jazzy, and a little blue, not quite new, all part of something more it is a lament to the butterfly. Across the alley the butterfly moves, inky black, royal blue with drops of gold a tattoo no wider then my hand spread. A tattoo on pale skin nestled at the base of the lovely butterfly's spine. Her very blonde hair is tucked behind her ears; her eyes are a pale sky blue I found out the other day when I saw her walking to her building, I rested on the side of mine and tried to go unnoticed; she was too lovely to have a care for me. Perhaps one day I will approach her and make myself be known, but for now I keep my nightly watches to myself playing her lament a cigarette burning itself low in the stained copper ashtray beside me.

Butterfly moves through the room a white sheer robe clinging to the curves of her body, the robe hangs untied flickering like soft wings around her. She wears only the robe but has her back to me, the tease, I smile as I watch her and play; I won't become frustrated Butterfly always reveals herself to me. She moves her hands over the soft curves of her body slowly slipping off her robe, I see before her a mirror from my seat I only catch teasing glances of the beauty that is her form. Dark nipples upon full breasts, slightly rounded hips, and trimmed fine hair upon the soft flesh of her sex. I watch her as she bends forward, my eyes go to the swell of her pussy as she is bent, low within me my body twitches in response and still I play. When she stands I see she holds lotion in her hands, letting out a breath I bite my lip and continue to play the guitar forcing my fingers to not falter as I watch the lotion bottle open.

After watching herself in the mirror for a time Butterfly turns and opens the bottle she starts to spread the lotion over her body. As she moves her fingers over her full breasts I forget to play as she starts making circles around the edge of her areola, my body twitches again as she speeds her movements moving over her chest and then squeezing her nipples a look of pleasure on her face. Butterfly's eyes half closed she continues to rotate her fingers, I watch her body tremble under her own hands and once again wonder what she would feel like under my hands. Brushing my digits over her soft flesh teasing those nipples with the same hands that play her lament on the guitar; I half close my eyes and try to quell the heat inside of me. She groans or at least I guess she does as I watch her lips part, and then she walks from her mirror and moves to the dark red couch that takes up a good portion of her living room area. Her pale lovely hair and skin show wonderfully against the dark fabric.

Butterfly was being good to me tonight, I watch as she runs her hands over her thighs teasing herself allowing her finger to trace the line of her pussy. I smile slightly and start to play on the guitar again softly as I watch. She opens herself up, and I for a moment lose sight as I close my eyes slight pleasure rising in me. I don't let it last long remembering the song as I pick a few more cords hypnotized by her moving as she pleasures herself. Her skin seems to glow from the lamp on her end table as she writhers on the couch. Butterfly arches her back her head moving with the motion her body pausing as her mouth opens to her crying out. I shiver in my spot, lovely...absolutely lovely. She closes her eyes enjoying the feel of her hands as her fingers stroke over and around her swollen clit, my body once again tightens low down and I grip my guitar, I bit my lip as I watch her moan. Butterfly uses her long fingers to open her pussy up wide, even from this vantage point I can see her cunt glisten from her wetness. She keeps one hand on her pussy stroking it gently her back arching at times, her other hand snakes around and she enters her wet pussy with two fingers her hands move quickly, one stimulating her clit and the other used as she finger fucks herself. My mouth feels dry and my body is aflame with desire, as I watch her twirl her fingers around her clit and use her other hand to fuck herself, the expressions of ecstasy on her face make a low groan come from me. I force myself to continue playing my guitar but my mind has blanked and my hands move along routines that they already know. Are back arches and her leg muscles twitch, I see her mouth opened in a sound of pleasure her head thrown back. Along my groin a thrill of pleasure runs over me. I let my fingers rest and realize twitches are running under my skin as I watch her lying on her couch, closing my eyes I bask in the afterglow of her pleasure and then open them slowly to watch her doing the same. She lays back panting slightly and running her hands over her slim but curvy frame, I reach over and take a drag from the almost burned out cigarette, flicking it over the edge of the fire escape after I inhale the last of it.

I stand and let my eyes continue to glide over Butterfly's form, putting the guitar over my shoulder I shiver as the strap rubs over my now hard nipples. I reach up absent-mindedly and brush my fingers over my rounded breasts and then reach down smoothing out my khaki skirt. Just watching her has made me so wet, my thighs and panties are moist, so wet and I haven’t even touched myself – damn but that girl does get to me. With a sigh I turn and stop at the door laying my head against the frame letting my speeding heart calm.

...gods I need a drink after that.

Indecisive Morning

2006-05-19T06:40:00.000-07:00

I haven't been off of work long and my internet is just back up. I have several ideas for what I will write for you today but I am not sure which of them I will indulge in first. So today well I edit a writing I am particularly fond of for masterbation month in response to the blogstormz challenge ( http://blogstormz.blogspot.com/ ). So if nothing else you will have that to read today. After some thinking I have also decided to give those that visit my blog a bit of a chance to help me decide what to write. If you have any ideas of the sorts of things you would like to read let me know...for now I am going to edit and probably lengthen my masterbation piece and then fuss over which of the other ideas I want to start on.

Holding you in my arms

2006-05-18T00:49:00.000-07:00

I finally have gotten a chance to finish up the story featuring two girls. Things have been crazy and my friends have been driving me insane. What am I suppose to do when one goes, "you give me no attention and are obviously ignoring me." I just stare at that moment since I don't know why they think that. Then they decide since I "ignore" them that they will leave me alone...which means ignoring me. I do some more staring at this point, then I get more crap from someone else and the one friend that was suppose to be ignoring me shows up and is all super nice and supportive. No really I don't understand people sometimes.

And something that has nothing to do with any of the crazy people from the above paragraph is the "anonymous cum stain" who is a lovely friend of mine. I am not sure if he will be filling his blog up or just stalking mine but hopefully he will be around. The link to his blog can be found in my blog roll and I encourage everyone to go and harrass his first post so perhaps he will write more. Oh and I made him an icon.

Now for the writing, this is the long awaited girl/girl story I was suppose to have it done two days ago, sorry guys. It contains two female having sex so if you are offended by same sex couples I suggest you move along. *shoos people away that may get offended*

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In My Arms

I hold you in my arms hugging you close, and rocking you. Tears run down you lovely pale skin, leaning forward kissing your cheek my lips coming away salty from the tears. He hit you again, you haven’t told me but I can tell a bruise running over your shoulder and down your back blackening. I just let you cry and try not to think about how soft you are in my arms, how beautiful, and how much I want to continue to kiss away your tears and just continue kissing you. Sharply I chastise myself, you are hurt and sad and don’t need me having fantasies well you cry in my arms for comfort. I pet your hair and tell you everything will be ok trying to ignore the way your soft hands feel as they cling to my sides and how your breasts crushed against my own sending shivers down my spine.

After a time you stop crying…it seems you are out of tears, I lean back letting you rest against me, continuing to pet your glossy black hair. You look up at me your face prominent in your Vietnamese ancestry; your lovely brown eyes are not bloodshot from your crying instead the tears stand out like crystals. For some reason even when you cry you are lovely. You look up at me and I think of how I would do just about anything at that moment to make you happy, I lean down and gently kiss your tears from your cheeks. You give me a small smile, not surprised at the kissing we were close and in our group of friends it was not taboo to share a kiss with another girl.

“Feeling better Shy?” I ask this rocking you in my arms slightly. You nod in return but instead of pulling away from me you nuzzle against my chest. My fingers reflex slightly and I grip your arm a moment, quickly I loosen my grip and try to slow the beating of my heart, I can feel my nipples growing hard under my thin t-shirt. Dammit girl, I think to myself you are indeed testing my self-control. Then you look up at me something deep in those eyes tells me you know exactly what you are doing to me. I bite my lip slightly just watching you…enjoying the view, “do I make you nervous?” you ask in sweet soft voice.

Do you make me nervous, I think this over – oh perhaps a bit nervous and ultimately more then a little wet. I resist the urge to squeeze my thighs together, resisting the urge to sneakily masturbate well holding you in my arms. “I’m fine,” my throat is a little tight when I answer, and I jerk slightly when I feel your hand on my thigh. You pull back your hand I can’t tell by the look in your eyes that you think you have done something wrong. “Shy, I don’t think you understand what you are doing to me,” there with a bit of trepidation I say it; honesty I figure is the best policy in this case, and truthfully I found you too lovely to play games of words with.

You reach up and lay your hand over my chest were my quickly beating heart is best heard then slowly your hand moves downward and gently brushes over my hard nipple, a groan escapes me as you brush your hand over my breast. Part of me wants to mentally slap myself; you are suppose to be venerable and in need of being cared for not being looked at with lust, but the other part of me are more then happy to lose control. Before I have time to berate my mentality with more words of what I should and should not being doing you push those thoughts from my mind with one simple movement – you lean up and kiss me. It isn’t a light friendly kiss, it is a kiss laced with passion and need, and my hands instinctively go for your waist and pull you up to me. The consciousness in me that was trying to be good, trying to be the angel on my shoulder was severely stabbed and taken out of the picture by the other part of my mind, well the more devilish part of me disposed of the body of my more light good natured half I explore your mouth. Tasting you I breathe in the kiss like it is ambrosia. You shake a little and your breath quickens something in your movements tells me you need and want this as badly as I do.

We fall backward onto the pillows I had us propped up on before, the house is empty and I feel your hands moving under my shirt and upward. Gasping I squirm as your soft hands roll my nipples between your fingers, damn you are so lovely. Reaching down I run my hand up your leg and feel the lacey edge of your thong, and I can tell that you are wet, just from the cuddling and kissing. I grab your bare ass cheeks and pull you close continuing the kiss your tongue feels so soft and so delicious. You push me back and I let my hands fall from your bottom, there is urgency in your movements and you slide the waist of my elastic pajama pants down – you had woken me and I was still in my pajamas. Your hands brush over my thighs and I groan the multi colored bracelets you so favor tickling my leg as you explore with your hands. Then without notice those wonderful hands are sneaking up and brushing over my soft neatly trimmed pubic hair. “Shy…” I moan and for a moment push aside my lust and want, there is anything I would do for you and I wanted to make sure this wasn’t some sort of moment where I was taking advantage, yes at this moment I was still worried about that – silly me.

You lean back and smile, I melt at the sight of it, then you pull my shirt up moving your hands from my nipples for a moment as you do, “yes?” Is all you say and then lean in putting another gentle kiss on my lips, my eyes must have spoken my worry because you giggle gently and reply to my unspoken question, “pulling away from me now would be one of the cruelest things you could do.” I blink and let the last of my worries melt and then, I give you a small smile after all I couldn’t be cruel to you. Seeing my smile you lean forward and take my nipple into your mouth, and then you begin to suck causing me to cry out slightly. A hand on my hip making small circles as you stroke my skin, a hot mouth over my nipple sucking on it mercilessly, and your other hand slides down a little and begins to circle around my clit. I squirm under you and reach up realizing you are still clothed, as best I can I start to unbutton your top. You smile slightly watching me try to concentrate and apply more pressure to my clit. “Damn tease…” I mutter and gasp, then getting your buttons more free I pull you forward with a hand on your back and greedily take a rose colored nipple into my mouth. You weren’t wearing a bra and at this moment I was so glad, I don’t think I would have been able to handle having to fight with a bra at this moment. I suck at your nipple running my hands over your back, your hands have moved up to grip my shoulders and your nails dig into my flesh.

I feel you trembling and watching you move above me, my body contracts at the very sight I don’t even need you touching me to enjoy you. The sight, sound, and smell of you close, are enough to drive me wild watching you I wonder if I’ll ever have enough. My tongue rolls over your hard nipple, I move my hand to your other breast and start to roll that one as well, you move against my body making a rhythm that goes in time with my sucking need in your eyes. The cushions behind us give way and for a moment hands seem everywhere as we fall back on my bed, a soft giggle escapes your throat.

For a long moment we stay paused just watching one another, smiles on our faces your body is pressed to mine and I feel my insides quiver, I wonder if you will ever stop having this effect on me. That pondering is lost as you lean forward and your soft full lips meet mine again, a sigh of pleasure breathing over my skin. Taking advantage of our new positioning I lay you out on your back and with a few moments of struggling with the snap on your skirt I pull it down over your curvy hips, my thumbs snaking the sides of the thong and pull them off you, the fabric moist from your excitement. My eyes start to drink you in and I can’t move as I watch you, my gaze falls to your breasts as you breath heavily making the full curves of them stand out, your nipples show out in dark rose perky and hard. Without another thought I lean down and start worshiping your rosy nipples with my mouth and tongue, as I run my mouth over you my hand slips down and slides over the slit of your smooth shaved pussy. You writher under me, your soft body moving at the command of my mouth and my hands, I slip my fingers against you more firmly pressing, teasing, and swirling around your swollen clit. You gasp and cling to me again your head thrown back moaning as you do, your cries of pleasure and soft skin making my own excitement grow. You have hardly touched me, but that is fine I enjoy your body, enjoy leaning over you and my tongue flickering over your chest.

Your back arches and you scream for me, a scream of pleasure ripping through the air as my fingers move from your clit to sliding inside you, moving along the walls of your pussy and then back out, gently curling to tease that very special spot. One arm supporting you as you writher from the pleasure, my mouth always moving over your lovely chest, and my other hand fucking you with my fingers my thumb left to rub over your clit as I do. Your hands reach up and hold my head to your chest, the colorful plastic bracelets you wear getting lost in my dark hair as you cry out once again, this time my name. “Sarah…ahhh…oh yes don’t stop.” A slight smile comes over my lips as I hear my name and I don’t stop, then your body shakes and twitches I feel your juices slide over my fingers as you cum, but I continue to hold you rubbing oh so gently, letting you rides the pleasure and making it last as long as it can. I watch you and it is lovely, I watch you cum for me, I watch your pleasure for me and it is all I could ask for. Once your body starts to calm slowly I pull my fingers from you and listen as you let out a gasp from the feeling. My own body is so very aroused with you there in my arms, nipples hard and my pussy wet. I know after watching you and pleasing you that it wouldn’t take much for me to join you in your bliss but I won’t push you…I wouldn’t ask.

You don’t give me time to pull back and make things complicated with thinking, as I was pausing to consider everything you had already started snaking your gentle delicate hand up my thigh. I groan as I feel you hand move over my thighs already damp from my excitement earlier. Your soft lips travel over my neck kissing, sucking, and biting ever so gently you continue to move down your hot breath gliding over my skin and I let out a cry as your fingers slide into the swollen lips of my pussy. My back arches in an instant, oh I wanted that so badly as I arch up my breasts are presented to your lips and you take the one closest to you in your mouth teasing the nipple with your tongue before actually sucking on it, your sucking becomes hard and quick slightly painful but, oh so good. And then all of the sudden my breast is free, one of your hands moves up to play with them but you are slowly kissing down my body, over my stomach, you stop and nibble the edge of my bellybutton and then settle between my legs.

I lean up a little getting a slight reprieve from your ministrations and watch you, “Shy?” I say your name in question…and then my question is answered not with words but with your mouth as you lean down and lick over the wet and throbbing lips of my pussy. The sensation takes me by surprise and I grip the bed as my body trembles. Your mouth is hot and you start to lick and suck over me drinking in my wetness and then my body starts to spasm slightly the warm pleasures of sex filling me to the brim as your fingers move inside me two or three I don’t know but they press against the walls of my cunt deliciously, you take my clit in your mouth and you suck as you move your fingers in and out of me. Thrusting, twisting slightly at times as well and then without warning my orgasm hits, it hits hard and fast my body shaking and I groan, my hips swivel toward your mouth not wanting it to end. I stay there spasms running through my body as I lay in your grasp for and finally with my heart beating quickly in my chest; I rest back on the pillows again trying to catch my breath.

Gulping gently I look up at you and at that moment you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, now more calm I do the only thing I can think of, I open my arms for you to crawl next to me. Your dark eyes hold a look of deep satisfaction and you curl up next to me and give me a light kiss on the lips. My arms are wrapped around you holding you next to me spooning your body and mine I gently kiss your back. I am careful as I kiss looking over the bruises from him and I remind myself I still owe him for that. But for now I let those darker thoughts drift off and I hold your warm body close to mine, occasionally kissing your back and neck gently as you drift off to sleep.

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After all this time she still makes me hot....

Passions of the Night

2006-05-15T13:20:00.000-07:00

This has a bit of a sad note to it along with some sex <==that is my sex warning for anyone not wanting to read about it. Inspired by a guy I once knew that told me the further away a female was the more you could respect her, but as she got closer you would loose more and more respect until you no longer would respect her. He was talking about physical closeness and yes he was a prick... anyways I hope you enjoy the read.

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You say that you love me, I wonder if it is true.
Will you respect me when this night is through?

Pale moonlight dances through the room, laying on the bed a creature made of silver light. Your naked body glowing softly, standing as I enter your prick already hard, throbbing; Lust runs through my body chasing away my fears. In the next moment your hands are around my waist, bathed in pale light like ghostly lovers and then vertigo for a moment as I am lifted hands running down my thighs. Pressed close to you, crushing my breasts to your chest, the length of you pressed against me. I shudder with pleasure – you are so very male, so large and hard all for me, there is darkness in your eyes something primal and it sends lovely shivers down my spine. With just a brush of your cock against me I become so very wet, and then I know this is the point of no return.

…Do you want it?

Asks a whisper in my ear, my body shakes and goose bumps run over my flesh.

Oh yes….

Like I could respond with anything else –

Licking, biting your mouth is on my neck. You move me in your arms, positioning me, god you are so strong. Then you thrust or I am moved over you, time sped up and I’m not sure how but you are deep inside me. Gasping, I want you so much more, held in your arms withering against you, for you. Pleasure rides my body and a moment of panic as I feel like I will fall, then with a soft slapping sound I am pushed against the wall. Trapped between two forces, your mouth covers mine. I cry out in pleasure it is muffled in your mouth, pulling out and then pressing in, you thrust as if I am your line on life. Fucking me suspended against the wall and you, hands kneading my upper thighs so hard, but there is no pain just pleasure at your touch, hot fire across my skin. As you thrust…fuck filling me with your cock, I squirm and shake spasms through my body; like a puppet on broken strings. You control me with your length I move as you instruct with each thrust and lick that you make over my body. The warmth of wonderful sex starts to build within me, and then the waves of pleasure. I moan, “You’re going to make me cum.”

…Cum for me, oh gods cum for me.

You whisper through ragged breaths, your voice is almost a beg. Then the muscles in my body contract my pussy wanting to pull you and keep you inside. Shaking I orgasm, I cum for you – how could I resist? I cling and shake, muscles spasming around your cock, my juices running down it drenching your balls. Then your back arches and you thrust deep inside me, as deeply as you can causing me to cry out in the mist of my pleasure. Your cum filling me full holding me against you, we stay paused for a moment and then the vertigo again and you have pushed me on the bed. You pull your still throbbing cock out of me, I writher once again at the sensation and let out a low groan. Sucking on my nipples making me thrash under you and then moving down my body, licking, nibbling, and light bites over my flesh as you move lower. Tilting your head you nuzzle against my pubic mound and I shiver watching you. Spreading me wide you lean forward and it is like you are delivering a kiss, your tongue moving over me, exploring, licking up our combined juices. The small spasms that had been filling my body have stopped dying down and once again I move to your instructions. Instructions given by your tongue and lovely mouth, taking my clit in your mouth you suck and run your tongue over it and I thrash and scream in pleasure, shaking I cum once again screaming your name. You continue to suck making me orgasm last and then finally with one last lick you let me lay still groaning and breathing quickly.

Crawling up the bed you wrap your arms around me, a small smile crosses my face and I nuzzle into your neck.

…I love you baby…

Are the words whispered over the air, and then I am surer then ever that you will not leave me now that this is done. This thought filling my mind I rest my chest rising and falling your scent filling me up…we rest our limb intertwined.

Golden rays of sunlight stream through my window, slight smile on my face I let them warm me and my now sore muscles before my eyes flicker open. Reaching over coldness fills my heart as the space in the bed next to me is empty. I blink my eyes open and you are gone, your clothing isn’t lying where it was the night before, my apartment holds no sounds and the sheets where you were laying are cold. The ache between my legs that I would have held as a loving reminder of what we shared now only seems to heighten and become the ache in my heart. You didn’t stay the night like you said you would, and deep inside I know that I won’t hear from you again. Blinking away tears in the rising sun I think to myself that at least I learned a lesson.

The passions of the night make liars out of men.

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Strangely anti-writing about males at the moment, I love men but expect a female/female writing for tomorrow.

You aren't forgotten

2006-05-14T07:08:00.000-07:00

You were my strength when I could not stand on my own
You taught me all that I needed to know
Then when you were ill I was still strong;
Strong for you and I, sometimes I felt as I would break but I didn't
I carried you through all that I could
I saw you getting more and more ill
Today I remember you, the face that looked so much like mine.
I wonder what power was so cruel to take you from me so soon.
I wish you could meet my husband,
I wish you could come with me with hear the heartbeat of my unborn child
You will never meet them, you will never know them
I wish so much that you could still be here.
That life had not taken you from me, not taken you from us so soon.
Mother you were my everything, we often fought two beings too similar to agree.
But now I wish I could take back all the harsh words,
Take back that which was negative and remember only the good times.
Now that I am older I think I understand you more;
Now that I am older I want to show you what I have become
Share my life, share my love and news.
Mother you were my light in the fog
...and I will always miss you.

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Nothing smutty today, today I remember someone very important.

And the poem was written off the top of my head so I suspect it is crap, but I don't have the constitution to go through and make it more readable.

I wish everyone a happy Mother's Day.

Blushing boy

2006-05-13T11:04:00.000-07:00

This is for someone special, a naughty story for a friend. I hope he enjoys. This story/post contains some delicious fucking...so if you don't want to read about it, pass this one up.

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For the blushing boy…

The park is warm humidity rides the air, people talk and joke in small groups. You sit on a bench on the shaded edge of the park, your suit so professional a paper upon your lap. You’re pretending to read, but I can tell you are up to so much more. As those dressed for the warm weather pass you glance over the paper to admire the long legs in the so very short skirts. Leaning against a tree I watch you and smooth my skirt, wondering if you are imagining how those girls look with their skirts lifted; if they wear panties or if you would see their pussy at first glance. Idly I watch you as you watch them my hand brushing and stroking over my side, I wonder does it make you hard to watch and wonder. Is your cock firm against the pants of that suit, do you need to cum. I wander over well your eyes are on a pretty pair of girls, they hold hands giggling slightly as they pass you – “do you think of what it would be like to take them? Both of them at once,” I have leaned over and whisper in your ear. You jump turning to look at me eyes slightly wide; you didn’t expect anyone to notice you on the out of the way park bench. As you turn I notice that indeed you are pressed hard against those suit pants, you were using your paper to hide more then just the glances you would steal at the girls.

“Did you stroke yourself…through your pants?” My voice is low eyes intent on you; damn I hardly know you and already know that I want you. As I speak a blush runs over your cheeks and then at that moment I must have you, my need rising.

Your eyes still on me I lift my own short skirt a ways, letting you peek over my thighs. “Come with me,” it isn’t a request, even if it was I don’t think you would have the will to say no. I grab your slightly sweaty hand and pull you back into the forest out of view of the people, I can tell you are nervous and for some reason this brings my breaths in short spurts. I take you push you against a nearby tree; it’s large and conceals us from casual observers. Then I kiss you long and carefully getting a feel for your mouth I slip my tongue in gently gliding my tongue over yours. Soft sensual kisses, through the thin fabric of your pants I can feel you hard pressed against my stomach. Shivers run over my spine and you gain confidence with the kiss your hands move over my thighs and under my skirt, hands over my bare bottom and then they play over the strings of my thong.

…gods I need you.

Whispering in your ear I bite the earlobe gently, “take me…” I say softly, “just take me…” Your blush has faded and your eyes are slightly dark full of something hard to describe but so very male, you know I won’t tell you to stop that you will not be denied and with that certainty you take me by the hips and pull me to you, kissing me roughly your hands moving up my leg until they once again find their way under my almost too short skirt, rubbing your hand over the slit of my pussy through the front of my thong. I moan against your skin, that moan is all it takes for you to run your hands up the back of my shirt and then pull it over my head. Thoughts of being exposed and outside have left our minds all that is there is instead the need to feel our skin touching against each other. Frantically I pull open your shirt and you pull me to you soft breasts against the hair of your chest, we stay locked our urgency making us stall as it if not sure what to do next, but then I am moving may hands over the front of your slacks brushing you through the front of them, sliding over your hard cock. Buttons, clasps, zippers I don’t even know how I get your pants open but I do, you wear boxers but you are peeking through them the long hard length of you firm and in need.

“Turn around,” your voice is deep almost a growl sending shivers up my spine, such a lovely bedroom voice. Deep inside me I throb, throb for you wanting you to fill me, thrust into me, and fuck me. So I turn and you push me forward so I am forced to hold onto the trunk of the tree bent over, you lift my skirt looking over my ass. Then I feel your hand warm cupping my ass cheeks and then running over the string of my thong pulling it aside as the fabric brushes over the lips of my pussy I let out a gasp and then I feel you behind me. Your stomach against my ass, the head of your hard prick teasing at the warm lips of me then without warning you plunge into me.

…uhhh oh yes. You pull out and thrust again the fabric of my thong gently rubbing over you as you do. Greedily I push back against you speeding things wanting so bad to have more of you to keep you moving, fucking, spearing into me, thrusting your cock. You fill me all the way; the head of you bumping the back of me, my hands tighten and grip the tree I moan with each pass each thrust. Your hands stroke over my back and then you reach around leaning over me kneading my breasts. I gasp my body spasms and I ram against you so hard, so fast I can’t take much more. My juices run over your cock and then almost without warning my body spasms around you more juices rushing over your cock soaking it. You gasp and thrust into me the warm weight of sex overcoming you as you hold me to you, my body spasms around your cock tightening so deliciously as you cum, cumming inside me filling me up. For several moments we stay there locked together in ecstasy. I writher as you pull out of me a soft gasp from my lips, turning I look at you, “that was amazing,” I mutter. A small blush covers your cheeks as I say that and a fire burns in me again…

…keep up that blushing boy and I may just have to take you again.

Settling in

2006-05-10T06:57:00.000-07:00

I have just arrived and I am pretty new at the whole blogging thing...especially when it comes to adult themed blogs. Some may wonder why on earth I would start an adult blog, that is easy I like to write dirty things, I like to write down my naughty little thoughts and one of the best things is now I will get to share those thoughts with others and hear what they have to say about it.

Most of the things I write will be in story form, some will be ramblings talking about whatever has popped into my head, and I might even throw some erotic poetry in there for you. Some of the topics I write about won't be comfortable for everyone as they will deal with same sex couples, voyeurism, and any pleathra of other things. I'll try to do a write up before each story so I don't write something and have you stumbling into it unaware of what types of things will be said.

Hope to read a bit from you other lovely people and get myself settled in.

~Vix