Stories from my perverted mind

I go through different phases. Sometimes I write about love. Sometimes I write about bondage. Sometimes I write about lust. Sometimes I'm just fucking horny and want to get off. I am an exhibitionist, of my soul. I share my words here, with you. I hope you like them. I would describe my blog as 18+. If you enjoy my work, please re-blog it, share it.

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dirtystorytime:

I love how you watch me when I go down on you. I love how your eyes struggle to stay open, to recognize the distinct correlation between my tongue flicks and your waves of pleasure. I love your reactions when I press my tongue firmly on your clit and when I suck on you and when I slide my fingers deeper filling you.
I love staring right back at you, seeing how every subtle movement of my tongue causes you immense gratification. How every time I swirl my tongue around your lips causes your teeth to clench.  I love how your face contorts and twitches as you cum.
I love when you scream out in release. When your hands grab at my face, when you try to push me away or pull me in. Nothing pleases me more. Knowing that I can do this whenever I want. Whenever you want. Whenever we want.. 

dirtystorytime:

I love how you watch me when I go down on you. I love how your eyes struggle to stay open, to recognize the distinct correlation between my tongue flicks and your waves of pleasure. I love your reactions when I press my tongue firmly on your clit and when I suck on you and when I slide my fingers deeper filling you.

I love staring right back at you, seeing how every subtle movement of my tongue causes you immense gratification. How every time I swirl my tongue around your lips causes your teeth to clench.  I love how your face contorts and twitches as you cum.

I love when you scream out in release. When your hands grab at my face, when you try to push me away or pull me in. Nothing pleases me more. Knowing that I can do this whenever I want. Whenever you want. Whenever we want.. 

(Source: sexx-love-and-rocknroll, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:

With my voice in a whisper, I let you squirm, “I’m going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming.
When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you. You shall not speak during your punishment.
Your punishment will start with a feather. I will run that feather over your entire body. From your toes, and feet. Up your calves and between your thighs. To your stomach and teasing your breasts. Down each arm and back up to your neck. Around your ears and face. 
When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands, all over. I will touch your face and arms, lightly. My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs. I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe. I will return to your breasts.
Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flush. Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard. When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender. I will flick and slap them, until they ache. When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine. Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want. And I want, often.
Following your nipples my hands will find your vagina. They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit. Gently and slowly at first. Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be. I will tease and touch your clit. Working up to a faster pace of fingering. When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second. When two are inadequate, I will give you a third. Three fingers and my thumb on your clit. When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second. Gentleness will be replaced by urgency. My fingers on your g-spot. Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed. My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards. When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine. Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you. Each more intense and furious than the last. When I’m done, I will let you recover. 
I will explore your ass. Your sweet virgin ass will be mine. Your eyes often beg me to take it. You hate me for prolonging the desire. I start at your asshole, my finger tracing it’s outline. Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in. When I am fully in, I slide out. Slowly. Working up to a second finger. Working up to a faster speed. While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks. I part them for a better view. I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers. When you are ready, I will insert your plug. With the blindfold on you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls. 
With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks. Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking. Bad girls deserve no less. 
Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue. Again, they will explore you all over. Each toe will be savoured, your ankles and calves kissed. I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds. I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button. My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach. The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you. Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.
I will kiss you. Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth. Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.
I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue. I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth. Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.
I will lick your clit. The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations. I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you. My tongue will explore your pussy hole. Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up. I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched. I will make you cum. And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs. The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt. Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.
Next I will untie you, briefly. Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock. Do not try to lick it. Do not try to kiss it. Do not try to suck it. For in this position, I will fuck your face. There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved. I will be using you. When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you. My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat. My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear. I will not grace you with my cum. 
When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will retie you to the bed. I will use your pussy next. My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps. I will fuck you. It will be violent and hard. I will make you hurt. Your tight little pussy will be stretched. When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy. I will push your head and face into the mattress. I will pull your hair. I will slap your ass. I will use your plug against you. I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in. I will thrust my cock in you.
When I am ready, I will cum on you. Maybe your pussy, maybe your face. Maybe between your tits. Maybe on your ass. I will not cum where you want me to. I will cum where I want to. Where it pleases me and when I am done with you. And that.. that is what we do to bad girls.”
I stand from lying next to you and gaze upon you. My eyes trace your body.
"I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought. I can tell from the wetness in your panties. I can tell from the hardness of your nipples, poking through your camisole, and your hands wringing in those ropes. I can tell from the way you moved your head, I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.."
I paused, the tension rose. My final comment as I walked towards the door. 
"I can tell you this is what you will get.. when you are not a bad girl."

dirtystorytime:

With my voice in a whisper, I let you squirm, “I’m going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming.

When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you. You shall not speak during your punishment.

Your punishment will start with a feather. I will run that feather over your entire body. From your toes, and feet. Up your calves and between your thighs. To your stomach and teasing your breasts. Down each arm and back up to your neck. Around your ears and face. 

When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands, all over. I will touch your face and arms, lightly. My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs. I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe. I will return to your breasts.

Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flush. Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard. When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender. I will flick and slap them, until they ache. When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine. Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want. And I want, often.

Following your nipples my hands will find your vagina. They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit. Gently and slowly at first. Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be. I will tease and touch your clit. Working up to a faster pace of fingering. When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second. When two are inadequate, I will give you a third. Three fingers and my thumb on your clit. When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second. Gentleness will be replaced by urgency. My fingers on your g-spot. Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed. My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards. When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine. Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you. Each more intense and furious than the last. When I’m done, I will let you recover. 

I will explore your ass. Your sweet virgin ass will be mine. Your eyes often beg me to take it. You hate me for prolonging the desire. I start at your asshole, my finger tracing it’s outline. Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in. When I am fully in, I slide out. Slowly. Working up to a second finger. Working up to a faster speed. While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks. I part them for a better view. I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers. When you are ready, I will insert your plug. With the blindfold on you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls. 

With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks. Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking. Bad girls deserve no less. 

Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue. Again, they will explore you all over. Each toe will be savoured, your ankles and calves kissed. I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds. I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button. My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach. The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you. Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.

I will kiss you. Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth. Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.

I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue. I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth. Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.

I will lick your clit. The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations. I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you. My tongue will explore your pussy hole. Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up. I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched. I will make you cum. And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs. The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt. Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.

Next I will untie you, briefly. Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock. Do not try to lick it. Do not try to kiss it. Do not try to suck it. For in this position, I will fuck your face. There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved. I will be using you. When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you. My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat. My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear. I will not grace you with my cum. 

When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will retie you to the bed. I will use your pussy next. My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps. I will fuck you. It will be violent and hard. I will make you hurt. Your tight little pussy will be stretched. When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy. I will push your head and face into the mattress. I will pull your hair. I will slap your ass. I will use your plug against you. I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in. I will thrust my cock in you.

When I am ready, I will cum on you. Maybe your pussy, maybe your face. Maybe between your tits. Maybe on your ass. I will not cum where you want me to. I will cum where I want to. Where it pleases me and when I am done with you. And that.. that is what we do to bad girls.”

I stand from lying next to you and gaze upon you. My eyes trace your body.

"I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought. I can tell from the wetness in your panties. I can tell from the hardness of your nipples, poking through your camisole, and your hands wringing in those ropes. I can tell from the way you moved your head, I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.."

I paused, the tension rose. My final comment as I walked towards the door. 

"I can tell you this is what you will get.. when you are not a bad girl."

(Source: axman, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:

I’d try to be good. Honestly, I would.
I’d start just sitting behind you, and running a cloth or some soap up and down your arms. I’d wash your hair as you leaned forward and let me scoop handfuls of water to rinse the soap clean. It would all seem innocent enough. But when it comes to you, I am not innocent. My mind races. I can’t help but be aroused.
I’d make a concerted effort to keep my hands to myself. But with the guise of cleanliness, my hands would linger on your arms and back. It would trace down your side, and rest on your thigh. Would that be bad? I’d whisper, “I’m sorry,” in your ear. 
I’d be lying. And again my hand would wander across your thigh pushing between your legs, which were opened, subtly. Again I’d whisper, “oops. It was an accident.”
But it wasn’t. I wouldn’t remove my hand. Instead it would rest on you. Slightly moving, “I’m sorry about that..” again I’d perpetuate the fallacy of my words. My lips would beg forgiveness, but my hand would grow bolder, and my finger would soon slide down between your folds of your lips.
Your body softens, and leans back into my chest. Your head rolls to the side and my mouth leans in to kiss. My finger pulls back, upwards and grazes your clitoris. Are you sensitive? I’d nibble my way up your neck, “my apologies,” I’d say, “forgive me?”
My finger twists a circle around your clit as I lick your earlobe. And further down between your lips again and my finger enters you. I push a single finger inside.
"I didn’t mean that," I’d whisper as I worked that finger in and out. "How are you doing? Enjoying your bath?"
"Mmmhmmm," you’d moan in my ear.
My teeth graze your neck. I suck on your earlobe as my other hand reaches around your stomach, pulling you back into me. You can feel my arousal throbbing on your back.
My fingers extract, my hips press forward. My hands scoop under your legs. I want to be inside you. I need to be in you. I lift your legs up and lift you atop me. Your hand falls down to guide me inside you.
I can feel the squeeze of your pussy on my cock as I lower you onto me. Slowly, gently, entering you. 
Your head turns back towards mine and our mouths meet, your arm twists behind my head and pulls me to you. Your mouth opens to moan as I stretch you. Filling you. You are so fucking tight on my cock. Your hips gyrate in a circle as I continue to lower you onto me slowly. Almost all the way in, I thrust upwards. Filling you completely, and we both gasp and exhale a pleasured sigh.
"FUCK. I’m sorry, accident," I whisper as I enter you.
Your hips lift as your ass tightens, squeezing me as you push yourself up and down on me. Fucking my cock from above, controlling the flow. Moaning every time as you descend onto me. 
My hand reaches around, teasing your clit with my fingers. Twisting and trying to make you cum.. and cum..
Again I slide my hands under your knees and pull them closed against you. Your tightness intensifies against me. I lift you to the brink of sliding off and thrust into you. Lifting and letting you fall, in you, and back out.
The bathwater splashing from our thrashing, spilling from the tub. We both moan. Gasp. Cumming. Cumming together. My hips give a final thrust as I erupt inside you. My cock twitching and filling you with my cum. 
I gently lean back and allow you to unravel. Our bodies apart. You twist, turning to me. We embrace and kiss. 
"I tried to be good. I swear."

dirtystorytime:

I’d try to be good. Honestly, I would.

I’d start just sitting behind you, and running a cloth or some soap up and down your arms. I’d wash your hair as you leaned forward and let me scoop handfuls of water to rinse the soap clean. It would all seem innocent enough. But when it comes to you, I am not innocent. My mind races. I can’t help but be aroused.

I’d make a concerted effort to keep my hands to myself. But with the guise of cleanliness, my hands would linger on your arms and back. It would trace down your side, and rest on your thigh. Would that be bad? I’d whisper, “I’m sorry,” in your ear. 

I’d be lying. And again my hand would wander across your thigh pushing between your legs, which were opened, subtly. Again I’d whisper, “oops. It was an accident.”

But it wasn’t. I wouldn’t remove my hand. Instead it would rest on you. Slightly moving, “I’m sorry about that..” again I’d perpetuate the fallacy of my words. My lips would beg forgiveness, but my hand would grow bolder, and my finger would soon slide down between your folds of your lips.

Your body softens, and leans back into my chest. Your head rolls to the side and my mouth leans in to kiss. My finger pulls back, upwards and grazes your clitoris. Are you sensitive? I’d nibble my way up your neck, “my apologies,” I’d say, “forgive me?”

My finger twists a circle around your clit as I lick your earlobe. And further down between your lips again and my finger enters you. I push a single finger inside.

"I didn’t mean that," I’d whisper as I worked that finger in and out. "How are you doing? Enjoying your bath?"

"Mmmhmmm," you’d moan in my ear.

My teeth graze your neck. I suck on your earlobe as my other hand reaches around your stomach, pulling you back into me. You can feel my arousal throbbing on your back.

My fingers extract, my hips press forward. My hands scoop under your legs. I want to be inside you. I need to be in you. I lift your legs up and lift you atop me. Your hand falls down to guide me inside you.

I can feel the squeeze of your pussy on my cock as I lower you onto me. Slowly, gently, entering you. 

Your head turns back towards mine and our mouths meet, your arm twists behind my head and pulls me to you. Your mouth opens to moan as I stretch you. Filling you. You are so fucking tight on my cock. Your hips gyrate in a circle as I continue to lower you onto me slowly. Almost all the way in, I thrust upwards. Filling you completely, and we both gasp and exhale a pleasured sigh.

"FUCK. I’m sorry, accident," I whisper as I enter you.

Your hips lift as your ass tightens, squeezing me as you push yourself up and down on me. Fucking my cock from above, controlling the flow. Moaning every time as you descend onto me. 

My hand reaches around, teasing your clit with my fingers. Twisting and trying to make you cum.. and cum..

Again I slide my hands under your knees and pull them closed against you. Your tightness intensifies against me. I lift you to the brink of sliding off and thrust into you. Lifting and letting you fall, in you, and back out.

The bathwater splashing from our thrashing, spilling from the tub. We both moan. Gasp. Cumming. Cumming together. My hips give a final thrust as I erupt inside you. My cock twitching and filling you with my cum. 

I gently lean back and allow you to unravel. Our bodies apart. You twist, turning to me. We embrace and kiss. 

"I tried to be good. I swear."

(Source: the-glorious-book-of-love)

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dirtystorytime:

I could see how this might have been my fault. The text might have been confusing. It simply read: “going to Barberians for dinner. I’ll be home to change first”
I can see how she’d read that into an invitation. But it wasn’t. I felt badly because she was already dressed when I got home. The long strand of pearls around her neck, and falling down atop her beautifully appointed ‘little black dress’. I didn’t even have to check, I knew that she had foregone any undergarments. She was a well trained good girl.
"I’ll make it up to you," I said. I could see the disappointment on her face. I knew it was her favorite restaurant, which only added to her discontent. 
She sighed and shrugged at me, “I’ll be fine,” but the frown on her face told me otherwise.
"You look really good," I said, trying to console her. I placed my hand on her shoulder and ran my finger under the strap of her dress. I leaned in close and whispered, "good enough to eat."
I flipped the strap from her shoulder and let if fall down her arm. She turned to me and asked in a hushed tone, “you did say you owed me…Will you be late?”
I smiled and winked as I undid my tie, “go get the blindfold, your collar and restraints.”
Her face grew serious, “yes, sir. Just the hands?”
"Feet too."
She scurried off to the closet to do as she was told. I continued to change clothes, calling out, “should I shave?”
She popped back out of the closet, shaking her head, “no. I like the stubble.”
She walked to me as I was slipping on my sport coat, handing me the collar first. 
"Turn around," I said calmly as she put the rest of the accessories on a dresser.
She lifted her hair away from her neck as I tightened the collar above her pearls. I gently tugged the necklace so that it sat properly with the collar.
"Blindfold next," I said, taking the silk from the dresser. She let her hair fall over her shoulders again and I proceeded to tie the blindfold in place.
"Hands behind your back."
"Behind?" she questioned.
"Behind," I firmly responded.
"But, I lik—"
"BEHIND."
Her voice trembled, her response barely audible, “yes, sir.”
I fastened her hands with the leather restraints and took her by the arms, leading her to an armchair. I positioned the chair just right before guiding her to sit down. As she sat she instinctively closed her legs. I returned to the dresser to get the leg restraints, turning to look at her. She struggled to get comfortable with her hands bound behind her, twisting and turning.
"Open your legs for me," I ordered and she complied. She was freshly shaved and quite a sight. The contrast of her black dress, white skin and perfectly protruding pink pussy lips. I knew she was already swollen with desire. My commands were abrupt for just that reason. 
"Wider," I coaxed as I walked back and knelt in front of her. I lifted the front of her skirt and folded it back to expose her a little more.
"Bring your ass a little more forward on the chair," I said almost pulling her by her calves. She was almost hanging off the chair by the time I had her positioned exactly where I wanted her. 
"Almost perfect," I said as I admired her. I decided against the ankle restraints. I think the spreader bar was more appropriate for my devious plan. I returned to the closet and back to her in the chair, kneeling in front of her again. I pressed my nose into the pubic area just above her pussy and inhaled deeply.
"Is it bad that I can smell just how horny you are?" I asked. My words caused her to bite her lip and clench her legs just a little. She squirmed in her seat and moaned at me just a little. I fastened her left leg in the cuff attached to the spreader. I put the bar behind the legs of the chair and pushed her right leg back to be fastened.
With both hands on my ankles I traced my fingers up the insides of her calves. I kneaded at the flesh just above her knees, and pushed my hands up so they rested at the tops of her thighs. My thumbs slowly moved up and down pressing on the outside of her lips. I gulped, loudly, and began moistening my lips, letting her hear the noises. 
"Oh, I almost forgot," I pulled back from her.
"Forgot…what?" she almost whined.
"Shit, hang on," I looked around the room, “where is there a pen?”
"A PEN?!" She exclaimed exacerbated.
"I need to write a note," I explained, "I’ll just be a minute."
I walked out of the bedroom and to my desk. I got my pen and 2 sheets of paper and walked back to the bedroom. She was a lovely sight. Watching her struggle as she was even more worked up from the delay was satisfying. Knowing there was no way for her to clench her legs, or reach down and touch herself for any relief. 
I started writing my notes. The pen scratching on the paper were driving her insane. She couldn’t take the mystery. She couldn’t take the throbbing between her legs. I intentionally had worked her up. Now I was about to leave her in that state.
"Who is the note for?"
"Let me first explain. I’m late. I hate to do this, but I have to go. But I will make it up to you. I promise. Tonight. When I get back, I’m going to kneel between your legs and lick up and down. My finger is going to slip in between those swollen lips of yours and I am going to make you cum. Not once. Not twice. I don’t know how many times, but… you will be happy later tonight. I promise.
But…before I get home, I’ve written two notes. One that I’m going to tape on the front door, and the other that I’m going to tape to the bedroom door. 
The one on the front door simply reads:
'Dear Josh, The front door is open. Please bring the pizza upstairs to the first door on your left. There will be a second note on that door with further instructions.'
You see, darling. I went by the pizza shop tonight and requested that boy,  the one you like - Josh, deliver a pizza here tonight. He’ll be here in exactly 10 minutes. I tipped him $100 for prompt service.
The second note reads: 
'Josh, inside this door is my wife. She's hungry, horny and a little tied up. On the dresser there is another 'tip' if you would take the time to feed her a slice or two of the pizza. Feel free to use her mouth, cunt and ass in any way you would like. She especially enjoys having her pussy licked and would like nothing more than to have you fuck her. Please enjoy. PS. She likes it rough.' “
Her mouth hung open, speechless. I smiled, proud of myself.
I pulled another $100 out of my wallet and left it on the dresser and said, “be a good girl. Have a great night,” before I pulled the door shut behind me. 

dirtystorytime:

I could see how this might have been my fault. The text might have been confusing. It simply read: “going to Barberians for dinner. I’ll be home to change first”

I can see how she’d read that into an invitation. But it wasn’t. I felt badly because she was already dressed when I got home. The long strand of pearls around her neck, and falling down atop her beautifully appointed ‘little black dress’. I didn’t even have to check, I knew that she had foregone any undergarments. She was a well trained good girl.

"I’ll make it up to you," I said. I could see the disappointment on her face. I knew it was her favorite restaurant, which only added to her discontent. 

She sighed and shrugged at me, “I’ll be fine,” but the frown on her face told me otherwise.

"You look really good," I said, trying to console her. I placed my hand on her shoulder and ran my finger under the strap of her dress. I leaned in close and whispered, "good enough to eat."

I flipped the strap from her shoulder and let if fall down her arm. She turned to me and asked in a hushed tone, “you did say you owed me…Will you be late?”

I smiled and winked as I undid my tie, “go get the blindfold, your collar and restraints.”

Her face grew serious, “yes, sir. Just the hands?”

"Feet too."

She scurried off to the closet to do as she was told. I continued to change clothes, calling out, “should I shave?”

She popped back out of the closet, shaking her head, “no. I like the stubble.”

She walked to me as I was slipping on my sport coat, handing me the collar first. 

"Turn around," I said calmly as she put the rest of the accessories on a dresser.

She lifted her hair away from her neck as I tightened the collar above her pearls. I gently tugged the necklace so that it sat properly with the collar.

"Blindfold next," I said, taking the silk from the dresser. She let her hair fall over her shoulders again and I proceeded to tie the blindfold in place.

"Hands behind your back."

"Behind?" she questioned.

"Behind," I firmly responded.

"But, I lik—"

"BEHIND."

Her voice trembled, her response barely audible, “yes, sir.”

I fastened her hands with the leather restraints and took her by the arms, leading her to an armchair. I positioned the chair just right before guiding her to sit down. As she sat she instinctively closed her legs. I returned to the dresser to get the leg restraints, turning to look at her. She struggled to get comfortable with her hands bound behind her, twisting and turning.

"Open your legs for me," I ordered and she complied. She was freshly shaved and quite a sight. The contrast of her black dress, white skin and perfectly protruding pink pussy lips. I knew she was already swollen with desire. My commands were abrupt for just that reason. 

"Wider," I coaxed as I walked back and knelt in front of her. I lifted the front of her skirt and folded it back to expose her a little more.

"Bring your ass a little more forward on the chair," I said almost pulling her by her calves. She was almost hanging off the chair by the time I had her positioned exactly where I wanted her. 

"Almost perfect," I said as I admired her. I decided against the ankle restraints. I think the spreader bar was more appropriate for my devious plan. I returned to the closet and back to her in the chair, kneeling in front of her again. I pressed my nose into the pubic area just above her pussy and inhaled deeply.

"Is it bad that I can smell just how horny you are?" I asked. My words caused her to bite her lip and clench her legs just a little. She squirmed in her seat and moaned at me just a little. I fastened her left leg in the cuff attached to the spreader. I put the bar behind the legs of the chair and pushed her right leg back to be fastened.

With both hands on my ankles I traced my fingers up the insides of her calves. I kneaded at the flesh just above her knees, and pushed my hands up so they rested at the tops of her thighs. My thumbs slowly moved up and down pressing on the outside of her lips. I gulped, loudly, and began moistening my lips, letting her hear the noises. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," I pulled back from her.

"Forgot…what?" she almost whined.

"Shit, hang on," I looked around the room, “where is there a pen?”

"A PEN?!" She exclaimed exacerbated.

"I need to write a note," I explained, "I’ll just be a minute."

I walked out of the bedroom and to my desk. I got my pen and 2 sheets of paper and walked back to the bedroom. She was a lovely sight. Watching her struggle as she was even more worked up from the delay was satisfying. Knowing there was no way for her to clench her legs, or reach down and touch herself for any relief. 

I started writing my notes. The pen scratching on the paper were driving her insane. She couldn’t take the mystery. She couldn’t take the throbbing between her legs. I intentionally had worked her up. Now I was about to leave her in that state.

"Who is the note for?"

"Let me first explain. I’m late. I hate to do this, but I have to go. But I will make it up to you. I promise. Tonight. When I get back, I’m going to kneel between your legs and lick up and down. My finger is going to slip in between those swollen lips of yours and I am going to make you cum. Not once. Not twice. I don’t know how many times, but… you will be happy later tonight. I promise.

But…before I get home, I’ve written two notes. One that I’m going to tape on the front door, and the other that I’m going to tape to the bedroom door. 

The one on the front door simply reads:

'Dear Josh, The front door is open. Please bring the pizza upstairs to the first door on your left. There will be a second note on that door with further instructions.'

You see, darling. I went by the pizza shop tonight and requested that boy,  the one you like - Josh, deliver a pizza here tonight. He’ll be here in exactly 10 minutes. I tipped him $100 for prompt service.

The second note reads:

'Josh, inside this door is my wife. She's hungry, horny and a little tied up. On the dresser there is another 'tip' if you would take the time to feed her a slice or two of the pizza. Feel free to use her mouth, cunt and ass in any way you would like. She especially enjoys having her pussy licked and would like nothing more than to have you fuck her. Please enjoy. PS. She likes it rough.' “

Her mouth hung open, speechless. I smiled, proud of myself.

I pulled another $100 out of my wallet and left it on the dresser and said, “be a good girl. Have a great night,” before I pulled the door shut behind me. 

(Source: sissischlegel2012)

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The red-eye to London was never this eventful. The corporate jet was usually pretty empty, but tomorrow there was that big presentation, so this time a few other execs and some staff were on the plane. 
I retired to the forward cabin for a nap after our walk through for the big presentation. I wanted to be fresh for the next day. A glass of wine and I slipped on my sleep mask so the overhead lights wouldn’t bother me.
I don’t know exactly how long she was there before I realized, but when I felt her I knew it was more than a dream. There was a stir in my balls as my cock had found a nice warm wet home. 
I slid up my mask to get a glimpse of this gorgeous brunette with the biggest widest eyes staring back at me. Her right hand stroking my cock, while her tongue swirled around the tip. She was wearing an evening gown - clearly she had not changed after the cocktail party the firm held earlier. She wore a rather large pair of earrings that almost distracted me from what was occurring.
“Well.. uh.. hi”, I stammered, “I don’t think we’ve met.”
She refuses to stop the actions of her mouth. Continuing to swirl my cock with her tongue. I don’t mind. At all. Eventually she pauses, “No sir, we haven’t.” Her mouth right back to work on me, now, taking me in, more and more than just the tongue swirls that were already causing enormous pleasure.
“Mmmm” I groaned as she worked magic on my cock. My head falls back momentarily, only to return to staring at the ridiculous earrings on her head. I can’t help but reach down to grab them.
I held tightly on her ears now as she started to devour me. Again my eyes close. Her mouth speeding the pace. I moan at the though, as she brings me to the edge. Faster, faster, faster.. and.. abruptly, she stops.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She says, her mouth drooling saliva down her chin, my cock covered in her spit. Involuntarily it pulses and throbs, I was so close to cumming… “Can you please let go of my ears.. I know what I’m doing”
I release her, a little embarrassed… “I.. I’m sorry.” I stammer. “Your earrings, they’re so lovely, I wanted to hold them” I try to explain.
“It’s ok, sir. Another favor if I may. It is quite hot when you stare into my eyes, but for me the fantasy is hotter with the blindfold back on. Please, sir”
Kinky indeed. Although, getting a blowjob in the upper chambers of a corporate jet on an intercontinental flight.. probably gave me the knowledge this girl was a little kinkier than most. I nod, and comply, slipping the mask back up. The darkness soothes, and soon, her mouth returns to the task at hand.
Again her mouth and hand work in unison. Before long her hand gives way, and her mouth engulfs me, deeper, deeper.. until I can feel my cock down her throat. She holds me there, gulping her throat closed and open again on my cock. Completely swallowed into her throat, I can feel her tongue, sliding back and forth against the base of my balls. Would her deepthroat talents ever be fully revealed?
She slowly pulled her mouth from my cock. Surely she had just wanted to impress me with her skill, but now she was wanting her reward. Her pace quickened, short furious strokes of her mouth on my cockhead. She was sucking with meaning and her hand started to craddle and squeeze my balls. 
She knew I was close to release. She was determined to taste it, to drink my cum. Her mouth exerting pressure and her tongue working within her mouth on the tender underside of my cock. It was too much. I could not restrain. “I’m cumming,” I warned, but she was relentless. She had earned it, she wanted my cum.
As I pulsed I could hear her relish my juices. She was happily receiving and her own “Mmmm” sounds told me she enjoyed my cum. As I squirted the last of my load into her mouth, she continued to swirl and nuzzle my cock. The sounds of her saliva as she licked and swallowed all of my cum eased me back into sleep, satisfied…
As the plane eased into it’s gate at Heathrow, I was stirred awake. Was it all a dream? Did this really just happen. As my eyes focused, I noticed a concierge member on the corporate jet. 
“Miss.. there was a woman on the flight last night, she came and.. uh.. visited me last night”
“Yes sir, I believe that was one of the partners assistants, Miss Evans. She works for Mr. Sloane. I had overheard him recommend she come see you last night. He said you looked.. distracted.”

dirtystorytime:

The red-eye to London was never this eventful. The corporate jet was usually pretty empty, but tomorrow there was that big presentation, so this time a few other execs and some staff were on the plane. 

I retired to the forward cabin for a nap after our walk through for the big presentation. I wanted to be fresh for the next day. A glass of wine and I slipped on my sleep mask so the overhead lights wouldn’t bother me.

I don’t know exactly how long she was there before I realized, but when I felt her I knew it was more than a dream. There was a stir in my balls as my cock had found a nice warm wet home. 

I slid up my mask to get a glimpse of this gorgeous brunette with the biggest widest eyes staring back at me. Her right hand stroking my cock, while her tongue swirled around the tip. She was wearing an evening gown - clearly she had not changed after the cocktail party the firm held earlier. She wore a rather large pair of earrings that almost distracted me from what was occurring.

“Well.. uh.. hi”, I stammered, “I don’t think we’ve met.”

She refuses to stop the actions of her mouth. Continuing to swirl my cock with her tongue. I don’t mind. At all. Eventually she pauses, “No sir, we haven’t.” Her mouth right back to work on me, now, taking me in, more and more than just the tongue swirls that were already causing enormous pleasure.

“Mmmm” I groaned as she worked magic on my cock. My head falls back momentarily, only to return to staring at the ridiculous earrings on her head. I can’t help but reach down to grab them.

I held tightly on her ears now as she started to devour me. Again my eyes close. Her mouth speeding the pace. I moan at the though, as she brings me to the edge. Faster, faster, faster.. and.. abruptly, she stops.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She says, her mouth drooling saliva down her chin, my cock covered in her spit. Involuntarily it pulses and throbs, I was so close to cumming… “Can you please let go of my ears.. I know what I’m doing”

I release her, a little embarrassed… “I.. I’m sorry.” I stammer. “Your earrings, they’re so lovely, I wanted to hold them” I try to explain.

“It’s ok, sir. Another favor if I may. It is quite hot when you stare into my eyes, but for me the fantasy is hotter with the blindfold back on. Please, sir”

Kinky indeed. Although, getting a blowjob in the upper chambers of a corporate jet on an intercontinental flight.. probably gave me the knowledge this girl was a little kinkier than most. I nod, and comply, slipping the mask back up. The darkness soothes, and soon, her mouth returns to the task at hand.

Again her mouth and hand work in unison. Before long her hand gives way, and her mouth engulfs me, deeper, deeper.. until I can feel my cock down her throat. She holds me there, gulping her throat closed and open again on my cock. Completely swallowed into her throat, I can feel her tongue, sliding back and forth against the base of my balls. Would her deepthroat talents ever be fully revealed?

She slowly pulled her mouth from my cock. Surely she had just wanted to impress me with her skill, but now she was wanting her reward. Her pace quickened, short furious strokes of her mouth on my cockhead. She was sucking with meaning and her hand started to craddle and squeeze my balls. 

She knew I was close to release. She was determined to taste it, to drink my cum. Her mouth exerting pressure and her tongue working within her mouth on the tender underside of my cock. It was too much. I could not restrain. “I’m cumming,” I warned, but she was relentless. She had earned it, she wanted my cum.

As I pulsed I could hear her relish my juices. She was happily receiving and her own “Mmmm” sounds told me she enjoyed my cum. As I squirted the last of my load into her mouth, she continued to swirl and nuzzle my cock. The sounds of her saliva as she licked and swallowed all of my cum eased me back into sleep, satisfied…

As the plane eased into it’s gate at Heathrow, I was stirred awake. Was it all a dream? Did this really just happen. As my eyes focused, I noticed a concierge member on the corporate jet. 

“Miss.. there was a woman on the flight last night, she came and.. uh.. visited me last night”

“Yes sir, I believe that was one of the partners assistants, Miss Evans. She works for Mr. Sloane. I had overheard him recommend she come see you last night. He said you looked.. distracted.”

(Source: maxswagger)

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"I wanna fuck." The mere words from her mouth exhausted me. 
"Go masturbate." I responded. We’d already fucked twice that morning. My cock was worn out.
"I did. Twice. And now I wanna fuck again." 
"I’ll make you a deal. Do everything I say, and I’ll make you cum. How’s that sound?" I knew she was horny. She was always horny lately. But when she wakes me up in the middle of a nap by rubbing her wet cunt on my hand, I knew she needed something different.
She smiled, and said, “Deal.”
"First, Pet. Go pour me a drink. Let me wake up a little." I nudged her from the bed. She stood and walked towards the table. Her hips swayed and mesmerized me. As she reached the bottom of the bed, I rolled over towards the partition, following her movements. I squinted and blinked to adjust to the light. Her silhouette alone was arousing. I sat up on my side, my elbow on the bed and perched my head in my hand for support.
She picked up the scotch from the table and poured me a glass, neat. “Don’t put the bottle down just yet.” I said as she handed me the glass. I shot the first one back and held the glass out to be refilled. She stood waiting for direction. Silently I nodded and she refilled it. 
I pointed to the old wooden chair in the corner and suggested, “Pull up a chair.” She reached with the scotch to put it back on he table. “No… keep that close.” 
Using her free hand she pulled the chair from the corner and sat. “No.. turn the chair around. I want your legs open. I want to stare at you. Like you’re in prison, with the wooden bars.”
"What’s the charge?" She grinned as she followed my direction.
"Assault. With a deadly weapon." I replied, without missing a beat. "Now. Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. I will not touch you. I want you to absorb every word. I want you to concentrate on every word. I want you to remain absolutely silent. I want you to react to only my voice. 
You may not touch yourself. No grinding your hips. No wiggling your ass. No squeezing the muscles for relief. Your eyes will stay closed. I want you to vividly imagine every word. I want you to see every image that I put in your head. I want your full attention. Your focus will be only on my voice. I will be the only thing in your mind. 
Now. Your arms. Over the back of the chair. Straight ahead. Remember to breath. Inhale. Exhale…
Good Girl.
I can tell from here your pussy is already dripping. Dripping. Fucking soaked. You can feel it. Can’t you?
Now, imagine my hands. Starting on your neck. Taking you from behind. A hand on each shoulder. Each hand will squeeze. Holding you, like a possession. My possession. You will feel me bend, lowering my face to your neck. In the silence you will hear my breath as I exhale. You will hear the slight growl in my throat. You will feel my teeth as they graze your skin.”
I could tell she was enjoying this. Her chest was heaving with her breath. Her fingers twitching. The muscles in her legs tightened as she clenched and relaxed. Her eyes slightly opened momentarily and pressed shut.
“My hands will enclose around your neck. My fingers will leave evidence of their journey. Marks on your skin. Where I’ve been. The unblemished skin. Where I am still to go. Your head rolls in my hands as my grip tightens around your neck. As if you’re daring me.
From your neck, my hands venture down. Your breasts. I can tell that you’re a little cold. Your nipples protrude and tantalize. Both my thumbs and index fingers pinch. Twisting, pulling, tugging, squeezing.
Further down still, down your sides to your hips. Maybe you’ll remember earlier, when I gripped your hips firm. When I held you as I fucked you from behind.”
The emphasis I put on the word “fucked” made her stir. I could see her hand waver. Her shoulder twitch as if she wanted to reach and touch herself. My stare firmly on her moistening pussy. Her body betrayed by her mind, telling me she was feeling every word, as though my hands were physically on her.
“I will run my hands around your waist. I possess you. Holding you. In my hands, you are mine.”
And with those words a gasp. Her eyes opened, locked to me. Her mouth opened wider gasping for air. Her hands trembling. I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Took the bottle of scotch from her hand as she continued to watch me. I again refilled my glass and put the bottle down on the table. I found a scarf on the dresser and walked behind her. Draping it around her face and pulling taut. Her head lifted, accepting me. I tied the fabric around her head and leaned to her ear, “If you break the rules, I will punish you. Since you can’t seem to remember that I said your eyes must remain shut, I will shut them for you. Don’t test me again. Remember last week.”
Another gasp escaped her lips as I’m sure the memory from last week was still fresh in her mind. She bit her lip as she exhaled. I walked and lay back on the bed making sure she had heard me.
“My hands venture down your hips. To your thighs. Between them. Don’t you wish I would touch you. How instantly I could cause your swollen pussy to explode. Don’t you wish for just a little kiss, a little lick. Your pussy is red. The blood is flowing. Engorging it. Causing your nerves to dance.  The slightest nudge, even a whisper of breath, I’m sure would cause you to gush.
How badly do you want to touch yourself, right now, Pet. How badly would you want me to touch you.”
Her arms were covered in goosebumps. There was a quiver that ran from her neck and shoulders down her torso and to her legs. Involuntary spasms.  She grasped her hands in front of her, resisting any urge to move as she continued to perch on her chair.
“It’s too bad your eyes are covered, Pet. You should see how hard my cock is for you. How turned on your helplessness makes me. How your body is so vulnerable for my taking. How you’ve given yourself to me. How my every word is causing a frenzy in your cunt.”
I again sat on the edge of the bed, this time kneeling down mere inches from her. My face almost pressed to the back of the chair. I made sure to bump and jostle clumsily as I sat, so she knew I was there. I inhaled and exhaled deeply so she could feel just how close I was. Her breathing matched my own. Short, rapid and loud. When the air exhaled from my mouth hit her, she moaned, so slightly.
“You know. When I’m this close, I can almost taste you. I can smell you, indeed. Your fragrant musk. You smell like sex. I can definitely see you.  How fucking wet you are. I can see your juices dripping from you. You’ve made a mess of that chair, and I’m sure the floor below. I’m tempted to touch you. So very tempted.
But I vowed, no. And I did tell you. Right here, right now, as if my fingers were buried in you. As if my mouth was sucking your sweet clit, as thought my cock was pounding you… You will cum for me, good girl. RIGHT NOW.”
My thanks to Nova Flux who provided this image, as inspiration for this story.

dirtystorytime:

"I wanna fuck." The mere words from her mouth exhausted me. 

"Go masturbate." I responded. We’d already fucked twice that morning. My cock was worn out.

"I did. Twice. And now I wanna fuck again." 

"I’ll make you a deal. Do everything I say, and I’ll make you cum. How’s that sound?" I knew she was horny. She was always horny lately. But when she wakes me up in the middle of a nap by rubbing her wet cunt on my hand, I knew she needed something different.

She smiled, and said, “Deal.”

"First, Pet. Go pour me a drink. Let me wake up a little." I nudged her from the bed. She stood and walked towards the table. Her hips swayed and mesmerized me. As she reached the bottom of the bed, I rolled over towards the partition, following her movements. I squinted and blinked to adjust to the light. Her silhouette alone was arousing. I sat up on my side, my elbow on the bed and perched my head in my hand for support.

She picked up the scotch from the table and poured me a glass, neat. “Don’t put the bottle down just yet.” I said as she handed me the glass. I shot the first one back and held the glass out to be refilled. She stood waiting for direction. Silently I nodded and she refilled it. 

I pointed to the old wooden chair in the corner and suggested, “Pull up a chair.” She reached with the scotch to put it back on he table. “No… keep that close.” 

Using her free hand she pulled the chair from the corner and sat. “No.. turn the chair around. I want your legs open. I want to stare at you. Like you’re in prison, with the wooden bars.”

"What’s the charge?" She grinned as she followed my direction.

"Assault. With a deadly weapon." I replied, without missing a beat. "Now. Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. I will not touch you. I want you to absorb every word. I want you to concentrate on every word. I want you to remain absolutely silent. I want you to react to only my voice. 

You may not touch yourself. No grinding your hips. No wiggling your ass. No squeezing the muscles for relief. Your eyes will stay closed. I want you to vividly imagine every word. I want you to see every image that I put in your head. I want your full attention. Your focus will be only on my voice. I will be the only thing in your mind. 

Now. Your arms. Over the back of the chair. Straight ahead. Remember to breath. Inhale. Exhale…

Good Girl.

I can tell from here your pussy is already dripping. Dripping. Fucking soaked. You can feel it. Can’t you?

Now, imagine my hands. Starting on your neck. Taking you from behind. A hand on each shoulder. Each hand will squeeze. Holding you, like a possession. My possession. You will feel me bend, lowering my face to your neck. In the silence you will hear my breath as I exhale. You will hear the slight growl in my throat. You will feel my teeth as they graze your skin.”

I could tell she was enjoying this. Her chest was heaving with her breath. Her fingers twitching. The muscles in her legs tightened as she clenched and relaxed. Her eyes slightly opened momentarily and pressed shut.

“My hands will enclose around your neck. My fingers will leave evidence of their journey. Marks on your skin. Where I’ve been. The unblemished skin. Where I am still to go. Your head rolls in my hands as my grip tightens around your neck. As if you’re daring me.

From your neck, my hands venture down. Your breasts. I can tell that you’re a little cold. Your nipples protrude and tantalize. Both my thumbs and index fingers pinch. Twisting, pulling, tugging, squeezing.

Further down still, down your sides to your hips. Maybe you’ll remember earlier, when I gripped your hips firm. When I held you as I fucked you from behind.”

The emphasis I put on the word “fucked” made her stir. I could see her hand waver. Her shoulder twitch as if she wanted to reach and touch herself. My stare firmly on her moistening pussy. Her body betrayed by her mind, telling me she was feeling every word, as though my hands were physically on her.

“I will run my hands around your waist. I possess you. Holding you. In my hands, you are mine.”

And with those words a gasp. Her eyes opened, locked to me. Her mouth opened wider gasping for air. Her hands trembling. I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Took the bottle of scotch from her hand as she continued to watch me. I again refilled my glass and put the bottle down on the table. I found a scarf on the dresser and walked behind her. Draping it around her face and pulling taut. Her head lifted, accepting me. I tied the fabric around her head and leaned to her ear, “If you break the rules, I will punish you. Since you can’t seem to remember that I said your eyes must remain shut, I will shut them for you. Don’t test me again. Remember last week.”

Another gasp escaped her lips as I’m sure the memory from last week was still fresh in her mind. She bit her lip as she exhaled. I walked and lay back on the bed making sure she had heard me.

“My hands venture down your hips. To your thighs. Between them. Don’t you wish I would touch you. How instantly I could cause your swollen pussy to explode. Don’t you wish for just a little kiss, a little lick. Your pussy is red. The blood is flowing. Engorging it. Causing your nerves to dance.  The slightest nudge, even a whisper of breath, I’m sure would cause you to gush.

How badly do you want to touch yourself, right now, Pet. How badly would you want me to touch you.”

Her arms were covered in goosebumps. There was a quiver that ran from her neck and shoulders down her torso and to her legs. Involuntary spasms.  She grasped her hands in front of her, resisting any urge to move as she continued to perch on her chair.

“It’s too bad your eyes are covered, Pet. You should see how hard my cock is for you. How turned on your helplessness makes me. How your body is so vulnerable for my taking. How you’ve given yourself to me. How my every word is causing a frenzy in your cunt.”

I again sat on the edge of the bed, this time kneeling down mere inches from her. My face almost pressed to the back of the chair. I made sure to bump and jostle clumsily as I sat, so she knew I was there. I inhaled and exhaled deeply so she could feel just how close I was. Her breathing matched my own. Short, rapid and loud. When the air exhaled from my mouth hit her, she moaned, so slightly.

“You know. When I’m this close, I can almost taste you. I can smell you, indeed. Your fragrant musk. You smell like sex. I can definitely see you.  How fucking wet you are. I can see your juices dripping from you. You’ve made a mess of that chair, and I’m sure the floor below. I’m tempted to touch you. So very tempted.

But I vowed, no. And I did tell you. Right here, right now, as if my fingers were buried in you. As if my mouth was sucking your sweet clit, as thought my cock was pounding you… You will cum for me, good girl. RIGHT NOW.”

My thanks to Nova Flux who provided this image, as inspiration for this story.

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Do you get shivers just thinking about it? Did your knees buckle a little? Did your shoulders slump.
This is my favorite part of a woman. From the earlobes down your neck, through the curve of your shoulder. The entire area. 
So this does it for me just as much as it does for you. When I approach you from behind, when I see that exposed skin, this isn’t a conscious choice. I don’t want to touch your neck, I don’t want to press my lips to your skin, I need to. It’s an automatic impulse. 
It’s not an accident when I reach my hand to your neck. When my fingers linger in your hairline. When my thumb caresses your cheek. How my fingertips trace down your skin. I want your neck to tilt, slightly into my hand. I love when your mouth opens, your oral fixation sated with my thumb. I know then to lean in and press my mouth to your neck.
But I don’t kiss. Not right away. I inhale you, I part my lips and run my mouth up your neck. The mere touch of your skin exhilarates me. I kiss gently before my mouth hits your earlobe. Did you shiver again?
My tongue tastes you. My senses overwhelmed with you. My mouth traces back down. Kissing, nibbling, tasting and touching your skin. Down your neck, along your shoulder. My hand turns you to me. Our bodies pressed together, me pulling you to me. My mouth’s journey continues back to the center of your body, following the line of your collarbone. Your head lifts, and as I reach the center of your neck I kiss my way up. My thumb finally falls from your mouth, the goal reached… and we kiss.

dirtystorytime:

Do you get shivers just thinking about it? Did your knees buckle a little? Did your shoulders slump.

This is my favorite part of a woman. From the earlobes down your neck, through the curve of your shoulder. The entire area. 

So this does it for me just as much as it does for you. When I approach you from behind, when I see that exposed skin, this isn’t a conscious choice. I don’t want to touch your neck, I don’t want to press my lips to your skin, I need to. It’s an automatic impulse. 

It’s not an accident when I reach my hand to your neck. When my fingers linger in your hairline. When my thumb caresses your cheek. How my fingertips trace down your skin. I want your neck to tilt, slightly into my hand. I love when your mouth opens, your oral fixation sated with my thumb. I know then to lean in and press my mouth to your neck.

But I don’t kiss. Not right away. I inhale you, I part my lips and run my mouth up your neck. The mere touch of your skin exhilarates me. I kiss gently before my mouth hits your earlobe. Did you shiver again?

My tongue tastes you. My senses overwhelmed with you. My mouth traces back down. Kissing, nibbling, tasting and touching your skin. Down your neck, along your shoulder. My hand turns you to me. Our bodies pressed together, me pulling you to me. My mouth’s journey continues back to the center of your body, following the line of your collarbone. Your head lifts, and as I reach the center of your neck I kiss my way up. My thumb finally falls from your mouth, the goal reached… and we kiss.

(Source: wheelintheskype, via thelureoffantasies)

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The paleness of her unblemished skin. The way her hair falls over her shoulders. Her perfectly crafted breasts, her nipples so high in the air. The folds of her pussy, opening for me, inviting me in. No.. it’s none of those things.
What turns me on?
It’s the way she’s looking at me right now. The gaze of her eyes, beckoning me. The unspoken communication telling me.. at this moment. She is mine. And I am hers.

dirtystorytime:

The paleness of her unblemished skin. The way her hair falls over her shoulders. Her perfectly crafted breasts, her nipples so high in the air. The folds of her pussy, opening for me, inviting me in. No.. it’s none of those things.

What turns me on?

It’s the way she’s looking at me right now. The gaze of her eyes, beckoning me. The unspoken communication telling me.. at this moment. She is mine. And I am hers.

(Source: modelandgirlfriends)

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11:49 pm
"Sweetie, do you know what paddywhacks are?" I ask.
"I.. think I do." You reply.
"Your birthday is almost over, I totally forgot. I think you’ll like them. Do you.. if I said I was going to give you paddywhacks, would that be ok?"
Your puzzled look at me told me. You didn’t know what paddywhacks are. And it made me grin.
"Let me explain what paddywhacks are. Come over here, lie on my lap?"
Your puzzled look continued, but you obeyed. “Now slide down a bit, towards the end of the bed. Just like that.”
I smiled as you moved. You looked back at me as I ran my hand through your hair. Your eyes shut as you started to enjoy this. I put my right hand on your ass and started to massage. Just the palm of my hand and little squeezes with my fingers. Kneading their way in. “This is nice. Is this ‘paddywhacks’? Feels like a bum massage to me.”
"This isn’t quite paddywhacks. Here, let me show you."
My hand lifted slightly from your bum, and came down for a gentle slap. It was greeted with an “Ooohh,” from you, showing your approval. “I think I might really like this.”
Alternating cheeks I gave a few more light slaps. Some rubbing of the bum ensues, and my hand kneads your flesh a bit more. “So, paddywhacks are little spankings. You get one for every year of age. We’re at four, so you have twenty to go.”
Your eyes remained shut. It had been a long day so far, and this might just be a good way to finish it. I’m sure that’s what you were thinking, and hoping for. Only, I had a slight twist to normal paddywhacks in mind. My light spankings were about to start to increase in pressure.
Again, alternating cheeks and adding a slight bit of pressure, I spank, two more slaps on each cheek, in succession. “MmMmmMm,” you moan, “I’m really liking this. Why have I never heard of this before?”
My hand in your hair tightens and twists. I add a little pressure to the back of your head so as to keep you in place. Still alternating cheeks, four more spanks. In rapider succession, and yet still a little harder than before. “Any harder and you’re going to bruise me. No harder, ok?”
"Oh, I’m sorry little one, is that hurting a little? I didn’t mean to do that." I smiled a little as the words came out of my mouth. "Shall I stop? We’re only halfway done." I mentioned.
"No, no, it’s ok. I really do enjoy this game."
With your consent I continue, not that I was going to stop anyways. That’s half the fun of giving out paddywhacks. On your birthday, they’re mandatory. Saying no just makes it a little more fun, for me at least. For when you say no, there’s a bit of a chase, a bit of wrestling, a bit of holding and restraining. Hands behind your back, while you struggle to get away. At this point, you were still consenting, so.. no fighting yet.
Still, alternating cheeks and in rapid succession, four more strikes. These.. were harder yet, and with them, I could start to see your ass turn red. Your hips start to wiggle as I slap. Your hands start to move. “Umm..” I don’t let you finish that thought.
Four more slaps on your ass, right away. Harder. As I slap your hips gyrate back and forth and your hands try to get in the way. Your head tries to turn to protest, but I grab hard in your hair and push your head down. “Stop. Stop.. That hurts.”
"Oh, but babygirl, you only have four left. You don’t want to give up now do you?" My hand traced the 
"Yes, it hurts!"
"Don’t make me get the cuffs out. Four more to go, and you’re done. I know you can do it. Do it for me?" You hesitate. A little hurt, but, you do admit that it could be much, much worse. I have spanked you much harder. I have cuffed you, I have restrained you. I could have been a lot rougher, grabbing you. Squeezing your legs and arms. You knew I was capable of much more. So, yes.. you were enjoying this. And I remind you of that fact, by running my thumb up your slit and into your soaking pussy. I push deep and let it sit there.
"Four more." you consent. Your eyes shut again as you brace yourself. Your hands grip the bed. I am methodical. First slap to your left ass cheek. It stings right away. Your ass is glowing. Instead of alternating, I continue. Same cheek.. although, you don’t know this. You are caught off guard with the slap to the same side. You were expecting it to be on your right. I follow with a quick slap on your right, and again a pause. Massage, light caresses. My thumb slips back inside you. Squeezing, and twitching. "One my, baby. Are you going to cum as I slap? I want you to. Pleasure and Pain. Cum for me baby." Your moans start to grow, your legs again twitch. How many times in 1 day can you cum? Is there a limit. My thumb twitches and my fingers stretch to rub your clit. You start to moan, you start to quake. Little tremors in your legs as you grip your hands on the bed. 
"I’m cumming.. oh fuck yes." And with those words I pull my hand from you to deliver the last slap.
"Happy Birthday baby! 24. I hope you enjoyed your first paddywhacks."
Next installment: 3:11 am

dirtystorytime:

11:49 pm

"Sweetie, do you know what paddywhacks are?" I ask.

"I.. think I do." You reply.

"Your birthday is almost over, I totally forgot. I think you’ll like them. Do you.. if I said I was going to give you paddywhacks, would that be ok?"

Your puzzled look at me told me. You didn’t know what paddywhacks are. And it made me grin.

"Let me explain what paddywhacks are. Come over here, lie on my lap?"

Your puzzled look continued, but you obeyed. “Now slide down a bit, towards the end of the bed. Just like that.”

I smiled as you moved. You looked back at me as I ran my hand through your hair. Your eyes shut as you started to enjoy this. I put my right hand on your ass and started to massage. Just the palm of my hand and little squeezes with my fingers. Kneading their way in. “This is nice. Is this ‘paddywhacks’? Feels like a bum massage to me.”

"This isn’t quite paddywhacks. Here, let me show you."

My hand lifted slightly from your bum, and came down for a gentle slap. It was greeted with an “Ooohh,” from you, showing your approval. “I think I might really like this.”

Alternating cheeks I gave a few more light slaps. Some rubbing of the bum ensues, and my hand kneads your flesh a bit more. “So, paddywhacks are little spankings. You get one for every year of age. We’re at four, so you have twenty to go.”

Your eyes remained shut. It had been a long day so far, and this might just be a good way to finish it. I’m sure that’s what you were thinking, and hoping for. Only, I had a slight twist to normal paddywhacks in mind. My light spankings were about to start to increase in pressure.

Again, alternating cheeks and adding a slight bit of pressure, I spank, two more slaps on each cheek, in succession. “MmMmmMm,” you moan, “I’m really liking this. Why have I never heard of this before?”

My hand in your hair tightens and twists. I add a little pressure to the back of your head so as to keep you in place. Still alternating cheeks, four more spanks. In rapider succession, and yet still a little harder than before. “Any harder and you’re going to bruise me. No harder, ok?”

"Oh, I’m sorry little one, is that hurting a little? I didn’t mean to do that." I smiled a little as the words came out of my mouth. "Shall I stop? We’re only halfway done." I mentioned.

"No, no, it’s ok. I really do enjoy this game."

With your consent I continue, not that I was going to stop anyways. That’s half the fun of giving out paddywhacks. On your birthday, they’re mandatory. Saying no just makes it a little more fun, for me at least. For when you say no, there’s a bit of a chase, a bit of wrestling, a bit of holding and restraining. Hands behind your back, while you struggle to get away. At this point, you were still consenting, so.. no fighting yet.

Still, alternating cheeks and in rapid succession, four more strikes. These.. were harder yet, and with them, I could start to see your ass turn red. Your hips start to wiggle as I slap. Your hands start to move. “Umm..” I don’t let you finish that thought.

Four more slaps on your ass, right away. Harder. As I slap your hips gyrate back and forth and your hands try to get in the way. Your head tries to turn to protest, but I grab hard in your hair and push your head down. “Stop. Stop.. That hurts.”

"Oh, but babygirl, you only have four left. You don’t want to give up now do you?" My hand traced the 

"Yes, it hurts!"

"Don’t make me get the cuffs out. Four more to go, and you’re done. I know you can do it. Do it for me?" You hesitate. A little hurt, but, you do admit that it could be much, much worse. I have spanked you much harder. I have cuffed you, I have restrained you. I could have been a lot rougher, grabbing you. Squeezing your legs and arms. You knew I was capable of much more. So, yes.. you were enjoying this. And I remind you of that fact, by running my thumb up your slit and into your soaking pussy. I push deep and let it sit there.

"Four more." you consent. Your eyes shut again as you brace yourself. Your hands grip the bed. I am methodical. First slap to your left ass cheek. It stings right away. Your ass is glowing. Instead of alternating, I continue. Same cheek.. although, you don’t know this. You are caught off guard with the slap to the same side. You were expecting it to be on your right. I follow with a quick slap on your right, and again a pause. Massage, light caresses. My thumb slips back inside you. Squeezing, and twitching. "One my, baby. Are you going to cum as I slap? I want you to. Pleasure and Pain. Cum for me baby." Your moans start to grow, your legs again twitch. How many times in 1 day can you cum? Is there a limit. My thumb twitches and my fingers stretch to rub your clit. You start to moan, you start to quake. Little tremors in your legs as you grip your hands on the bed. 

"I’m cumming.. oh fuck yes." And with those words I pull my hand from you to deliver the last slap.

"Happy Birthday baby! 24. I hope you enjoyed your first paddywhacks."

Next installment: 3:11 am

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dirtystorytime:

"Hello, love. I can hear your moans from the other room, darling. Don’t say a word. Shhhh. Let me join you.
Your moans, so loud. Was that the plan? Intrigue me, so I would come and help you?
You keep… doing what you’re doing. Let me caress your face. I can see both of your hands are busy. What are you imagining? It must be hot. Are you imagining my voice? Telling you to masturbate. Asking if I can watch. Asking if I may join you?
I know you like your nipples played with. But I’m only teasing. Your neck looks inviting too. There’s not enough hands to satisfy the indulgences of your skin. 
Show me, guide me. Where do you want me to touch? 
Oh, yes. You are so, so wet. Aren’t you? So very, very wet.
Open wide. Let me in. You know how I love to grab and play with your thigh. How I want to tease you. How I want to build your arousal. How beautiful you are. All of you.
That’s right. I know how excited you are. One finger isn’t enough. Two. Two is just right. Cum for me. Your shallow breath and moans, cum for me. Do you feel how wet you make my fingers. Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for me…”

dirtystorytime:

"Hello, love. I can hear your moans from the other room, darling. Don’t say a word. Shhhh. Let me join you.

Your moans, so loud. Was that the plan? Intrigue me, so I would come and help you?

You keep… doing what you’re doing. Let me caress your face. I can see both of your hands are busy. What are you imagining? It must be hot. Are you imagining my voice? Telling you to masturbate. Asking if I can watch. Asking if I may join you?

I know you like your nipples played with. But I’m only teasing. Your neck looks inviting too. There’s not enough hands to satisfy the indulgences of your skin. 

Show me, guide me. Where do you want me to touch? 

Oh, yes. You are so, so wet. Aren’t you? So very, very wet.

Open wide. Let me in. You know how I love to grab and play with your thigh. How I want to tease you. How I want to build your arousal. How beautiful you are. All of you.

That’s right. I know how excited you are. One finger isn’t enough. Two. Two is just right. Cum for me. Your shallow breath and moans, cum for me. Do you feel how wet you make my fingers. Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for me…”

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dirtystorytime:

Would you let me massage you?
Using warm oils to coat your body. Kneading my hands into your shoulders. Running them up and down your arms, promoting circulation. Pressing the palms of my hands into your calves and thighs. Using the flat part of my forearm on your back. Touching your skin. Kneading all the knots out of your neck, working my thumbs up and down your spine…
I would be cheeky, and push my hands under your towel. Squeezing at your ass. Trying to gauge if you were receptive. Maybe you weren’t, and I’d withdraw. Maybe you were and I’d move forward. But not yet.. It’s time to flip, front up. I’d start at your ankles and get a fresh handful of oil. Running my hands up and down your shins, to your knee. Then from the knee to your thigh. Again respecting the towel, I’d proceed no further. Moving to your stomach, working my finger tips into your skin.
Ignoring your glorious breasts, for now. Using the edges of my outer hand to work up your sides, pulling your arms straight out and working up and down from each of your shoulders to your hands. Squeezing your palms. My hands would work circles around your nipples, not daring to touch. But paying careful attention to them. Do they grow harder as I touch you? Are you becoming aroused? My hands circle up the center of your torso pressing on your sternum and more gently towards your neck. Pressing at the ridges of your collarbones.
I’d lift your head gently to massage gently the underside of your neck. My groin at face level. Do your eyes open to look? If they do you will see that I can’t hide my arousal. I would be standing at attention and bursting from my pants. Would you do anything about it? From this vantage point I would lean forward, brushing your face. I would disrespect the towel and thrust my hand forward. I would squeeze. My middle finger sliding up and down between your slit. My index finger and ring finger squeezing inward, adding pressure as my middle finger curls inside you. I twitch it quickly in and out. Pressing for your g-spot. Pressing inside you.
The palm of my hand is rubbing against your clit. Can you feel it? Are you going to cum? Do you want me in your mouth, do you want me somewhere else?   My fingers work deeper into you, thrusting in and out with vigor. I lean forward and crawl atop you. I want to taste you. My tongue flicks your clit. You moan your approval. Cum for me. Cum for me..

dirtystorytime:

Would you let me massage you?

Using warm oils to coat your body. Kneading my hands into your shoulders. Running them up and down your arms, promoting circulation. Pressing the palms of my hands into your calves and thighs. Using the flat part of my forearm on your back. Touching your skin. Kneading all the knots out of your neck, working my thumbs up and down your spine…

I would be cheeky, and push my hands under your towel. Squeezing at your ass. Trying to gauge if you were receptive. Maybe you weren’t, and I’d withdraw. Maybe you were and I’d move forward. But not yet.. It’s time to flip, front up. I’d start at your ankles and get a fresh handful of oil. Running my hands up and down your shins, to your knee. Then from the knee to your thigh. Again respecting the towel, I’d proceed no further. Moving to your stomach, working my finger tips into your skin.

Ignoring your glorious breasts, for now. Using the edges of my outer hand to work up your sides, pulling your arms straight out and working up and down from each of your shoulders to your hands. Squeezing your palms. My hands would work circles around your nipples, not daring to touch. But paying careful attention to them. Do they grow harder as I touch you? Are you becoming aroused? My hands circle up the center of your torso pressing on your sternum and more gently towards your neck. Pressing at the ridges of your collarbones.

I’d lift your head gently to massage gently the underside of your neck. My groin at face level. Do your eyes open to look? If they do you will see that I can’t hide my arousal. I would be standing at attention and bursting from my pants. Would you do anything about it? From this vantage point I would lean forward, brushing your face. I would disrespect the towel and thrust my hand forward. I would squeeze. My middle finger sliding up and down between your slit. My index finger and ring finger squeezing inward, adding pressure as my middle finger curls inside you. I twitch it quickly in and out. Pressing for your g-spot. Pressing inside you.

The palm of my hand is rubbing against your clit. Can you feel it? Are you going to cum? Do you want me in your mouth, do you want me somewhere else?   My fingers work deeper into you, thrusting in and out with vigor. I lean forward and crawl atop you. I want to taste you. My tongue flicks your clit. You moan your approval. Cum for me. Cum for me..

(Source: nlmartinmart, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:

What a lovely invitation.
Let me tell you about this spot. One of my favorites on a woman. It’s located on her upper, inner thigh. It’s a spot I was just describing this morning. A spot that is perfect in all aspects.
There comes that inevitable moment when you’re going down on a woman. When your fingers are alternating between circles and vibrating and twitching in her pussy. When your tongue is drawing little circles and crosses on her clit. When she’s moaning, groaning and clenching her ass. When her legs are thrashing involuntarily. It’s that moment when I think to myself, “One big twitch right now and she could literally break my neck.” 
When she starts to gasp, when she says “stop”, when her hands are pushing against my forehead and pulling my hair at the same time… That second where you back off, where you have that first gasp of air you’ve had in a long time. That’s when I can see my spot more clearly defined than any other moment in time. It’s usually glistening from pussy juice by now, and distinctly flush from my fingers, and mouth.
It’s the spot right where your thigh meets your body. And right after you’ve just cum so hard you can’t think about anything else except breathing, I sink my teeth in and bite. My mouth covers you and I start to suck, hard on you. You will scream out. You will fucking love it. I can almost guarantee another orgasm will hit as soon as my teeth start to mark you. My territory. 
Another guarantee.. this might be the first bite mark I leave on your skin.. it will not be the last. You will wear your bruises proudly, won’t you, Pet?
And as you look at them in the mirror the next day, two days.. week. You will know one thing: You are mine.

dirtystorytime:

What a lovely invitation.

Let me tell you about this spot. One of my favorites on a woman. It’s located on her upper, inner thigh. It’s a spot I was just describing this morning. A spot that is perfect in all aspects.

There comes that inevitable moment when you’re going down on a woman. When your fingers are alternating between circles and vibrating and twitching in her pussy. When your tongue is drawing little circles and crosses on her clit. When she’s moaning, groaning and clenching her ass. When her legs are thrashing involuntarily. It’s that moment when I think to myself, “One big twitch right now and she could literally break my neck.” 

When she starts to gasp, when she says “stop”, when her hands are pushing against my forehead and pulling my hair at the same time… That second where you back off, where you have that first gasp of air you’ve had in a long time. That’s when I can see my spot more clearly defined than any other moment in time. It’s usually glistening from pussy juice by now, and distinctly flush from my fingers, and mouth.

It’s the spot right where your thigh meets your body. And right after you’ve just cum so hard you can’t think about anything else except breathing, I sink my teeth in and bite. My mouth covers you and I start to suck, hard on you. You will scream out. You will fucking love it. I can almost guarantee another orgasm will hit as soon as my teeth start to mark you. My territory. 

Another guarantee.. this might be the first bite mark I leave on your skin.. it will not be the last. You will wear your bruises proudly, won’t you, Pet?

And as you look at them in the mirror the next day, two days.. week. You will know one thing: You are mine.

(Source: l-i-ll-i-a-n-a, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:

What does it for you. What leaves you covered in goosebumps?
Is it when I run my fingers down your back, ever so lightly. Is it my breath on your neck.When I play with your hair.A caress of your cheek.
Maybe when I trace my tongue along the edge of your ear.When I brush your hair back from your eyes?When I kiss your forehead,Or possibly your behind?
Is it when our eyes meet?When our hearts leap.When I leave you breathless.Is it a simple embrace, when you need it most? 
Or is it all of these things that I do? 

dirtystorytime:

What does it for you. What leaves you covered in goosebumps?

Is it when I run my fingers down your back, ever so lightly. 
Is it my breath on your neck.
When I play with your hair.
A caress of your cheek.

Maybe when I trace my tongue along the edge of your ear.
When I brush your hair back from your eyes?
When I kiss your forehead,
Or possibly your behind?

Is it when our eyes meet?
When our hearts leap.
When I leave you breathless.
Is it a simple embrace, when you need it most? 

Or is it all of these things that I do? 

(Source: cristania)

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dirtystorytime:

I want to learn about you.
I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.
I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.
I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me… 
I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.
I want to learn about you.
I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.
I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body. 
I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.
I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.
I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.
This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.
I want to learn about you. When can we begin?

dirtystorytime:

I want to learn about you.

I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.

I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.

I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me… 

I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.

I want to learn about you.

I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.

I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body. 

I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.

I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.

I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.

This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.

I want to learn about you. When can we begin?

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dirtystorytime:

With my voice in a whisper, I let you squirm, “I’m going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming.
When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you. You shall not speak during your punishment.
Your punishment will start with a feather. I will run that feather over your entire body. From your toes, and feet. Up your calves and between your thighs. To your stomach and teasing your breasts. Down each arm and back up to your neck. Around your ears and face. 
When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands, all over. I will touch your face and arms, lightly. My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs. I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe. I will return to your breasts.
Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flush. Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard. When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender. I will flick and slap them, until they ache. When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine. Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want. And I want, often.
Following your nipples my hands will find your vagina. They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit. Gently and slowly at first. Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be. I will tease and touch your clit. Working up to a faster pace of fingering. When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second. When two are inadequate, I will give you a third. Three fingers and my thumb on your clit. When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second. Gentleness will be replaced by urgency. My fingers on your g-spot. Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed. My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards. When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine. Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you. Each more intense and furious than the last. When I’m done, I will let you recover. 
I will explore your ass. Your sweet virgin ass will be mine. Your eyes often beg me to take it. You hate me for prolonging the desire. I start at your asshole, my finger tracing it’s outline. Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in. When I am fully in, I slide out. Slowly. Working up to a second finger. Working up to a faster speed. While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks. I part them for a better view. I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers. When you are ready, I will insert your plug. With the blindfold on you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls. 
With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks. Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking. Bad girls deserve no less. 
Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue. Again, they will explore you all over. Each toe will be savoured, your ankles and calves kissed. I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds. I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button. My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach. The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you. Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.
I will kiss you. Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth. Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.
I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue. I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth. Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.
I will lick your clit. The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations. I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you. My tongue will explore your pussy hole. Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up. I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched. I will make you cum. And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs. The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt. Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.
Next I will untie you, briefly. Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock. Do not try to lick it. Do not try to kiss it. Do not try to suck it. For in this position, I will fuck your face. There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved. I will be using you. When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you. My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat. My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear. I will not grace you with my cum. 
When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will retie you to the bed. I will use your pussy next. My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps. I will fuck you. It will be violent and hard. I will make you hurt. Your tight little pussy will be stretched. When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy. I will push your head and face into the mattress. I will pull your hair. I will slap your ass. I will use your plug against you. I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in. I will thrust my cock in you.
When I am ready, I will cum on you. Maybe your pussy, maybe your face. Maybe between your tits. Maybe on your ass. I will not cum where you want me to. I will cum where I want to. Where it pleases me and when I am done with you. And that.. that is what we do to bad girls.”
I stand from lying next to you and gaze upon you. My eyes trace your body.
"I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought. I can tell from the wetness in your panties. I can tell from the hardness of your nipples, poking through your camisole, and your hands wringing in those ropes. I can tell from the way you moved your head, I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.."
I paused, the tension rose. My final comment as I walked towards the door. 
"I can tell you this is what you will get.. when you are not a bad girl."

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With my voice in a whisper, I let you squirm, “I’m going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming.

When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you. You shall not speak during your punishment.

Your punishment will start with a feather. I will run that feather over your entire body. From your toes, and feet. Up your calves and between your thighs. To your stomach and teasing your breasts. Down each arm and back up to your neck. Around your ears and face. 

When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands, all over. I will touch your face and arms, lightly. My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs. I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe. I will return to your breasts.

Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flush. Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard. When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender. I will flick and slap them, until they ache. When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine. Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want. And I want, often.

Following your nipples my hands will find your vagina. They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit. Gently and slowly at first. Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be. I will tease and touch your clit. Working up to a faster pace of fingering. When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second. When two are inadequate, I will give you a third. Three fingers and my thumb on your clit. When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second. Gentleness will be replaced by urgency. My fingers on your g-spot. Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed. My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards. When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine. Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you. Each more intense and furious than the last. When I’m done, I will let you recover. 

I will explore your ass. Your sweet virgin ass will be mine. Your eyes often beg me to take it. You hate me for prolonging the desire. I start at your asshole, my finger tracing it’s outline. Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in. When I am fully in, I slide out. Slowly. Working up to a second finger. Working up to a faster speed. While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks. I part them for a better view. I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers. When you are ready, I will insert your plug. With the blindfold on you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls. 

With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks. Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking. Bad girls deserve no less. 

Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue. Again, they will explore you all over. Each toe will be savoured, your ankles and calves kissed. I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds. I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button. My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach. The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you. Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.

I will kiss you. Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth. Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.

I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue. I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth. Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.

I will lick your clit. The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations. I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you. My tongue will explore your pussy hole. Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up. I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched. I will make you cum. And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs. The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt. Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.

Next I will untie you, briefly. Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock. Do not try to lick it. Do not try to kiss it. Do not try to suck it. For in this position, I will fuck your face. There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved. I will be using you. When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you. My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat. My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear. I will not grace you with my cum. 

When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will retie you to the bed. I will use your pussy next. My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps. I will fuck you. It will be violent and hard. I will make you hurt. Your tight little pussy will be stretched. When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy. I will push your head and face into the mattress. I will pull your hair. I will slap your ass. I will use your plug against you. I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in. I will thrust my cock in you.

When I am ready, I will cum on you. Maybe your pussy, maybe your face. Maybe between your tits. Maybe on your ass. I will not cum where you want me to. I will cum where I want to. Where it pleases me and when I am done with you. And that.. that is what we do to bad girls.”

I stand from lying next to you and gaze upon you. My eyes trace your body.

"I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought. I can tell from the wetness in your panties. I can tell from the hardness of your nipples, poking through your camisole, and your hands wringing in those ropes. I can tell from the way you moved your head, I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.."

I paused, the tension rose. My final comment as I walked towards the door. 

"I can tell you this is what you will get.. when you are not a bad girl."

(Source: axman, via dirtystorytime)