I love talking with you, I love hearing about what you are doing, I love when you speak nonsense to me, I love that you make me laugh, I love how your voice gets lower and softer and more beautiful when you talk about your body and describe to me your bruises and cuts, I love how that feels like seduction to me, I love that they belong to me, those marks, I love how you breath, heavy and rasping when you are about to come, or not allowed to come, I love how you ask me if I want to hurt you, please, I love that desperate sucking of breath you do when you are dealing with pain, I love how you make those soft grunting sounds, I love how you say my name in that way. I feel the lust rise from the pit of my stomach even as I write all that, deliciously turning over and hitting me deep inside. I want more of you, I always want more of you, I want to make you do that over and over until you can’t bear it anymore.
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She watched him, a sheen of sweat on his face, a picture of concentration. He glanced at her now and then, to check if she was watching, to see if she was paying attention to him. She was.
She sipped her wine, keeping her eyes on him, the cold liquid sliding down her throat, honey, melon, lemon. The apartment smelt of garlic, herbs and a sharp tang of vinegar.
She went to him and pressed herself against his back, wine glass in one hand, the other slipping around his body, under his t-shirt, touching him gently. She didn’t need to see his face to feel his smile and his gentle pressing back against her, his movements slowing, but still, he chopped and mixed.
She brought her glass to his lips and watched his mouth open slightly as she tipped it and the liquid entered him. It made her stomach turn over with lust, that glimpse of his open mouth, the entering, his unquestioning compliance.
She closed her eyes and pressed against him, pushing her body into him, the lust in her throat now, rising to her mouth, her lips against his neck breathing him in, watching him cook for her.
She wanted to speak to him of love and submissive hearts and awe and splendor and thanks and she wanted to gently, slowly, methodically, painfully eat him alive. She wondered if he felt it, these thoughts she sent to him as she pressed herself against him.
It didn’t matter in the end, she felt it, that was enough.
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She hungers.
Misdirected hunger, unfocussed hunger, a Domme-frenzy that is eating her up even as she hungers.
She trawls the grubby website for boys, boys that she doesn’t have to woo, boys that will come to her and offer themselves without reservation, boys that will let her do what she wants immediately, now, on first meet, without fear.
She views them, their lists of interests, looking for one who is local, one who likes pain, one who is tall and lean and slutty, one who will get naked and let himself be beaten, one who still seems interesting enough to give her something back.
She broadens her search, younger now, the younger ones she normally wouldn’t consider, the ones with whom she would have no conversation, she doesn’t want conversation, she doesn’t want to get to know them, she doesn’t want to woo, she is wooless.
He messages her, this one she viewed; they do that sometimes, these viewed submissive boys. This one, who she has already dismissed as too young, too service orientated. He offers, in that slutty way some boys do. He offers himself to be of service to her, a stranger, a ‘Domme’, that is enough.
She tells him, ‘Just a beating, that’s all I want, you are not a beatee’.
‘Oh, I am, I can be’, he offers himself.
She scoffs, he continues to offer, and she discovers that he is articulate and aware, and still he offers, and she stops scoffing.
‘Come’, she says, ‘then meet me, let’s see if you can be beaten’.
And he steps up and they meet, and she likes him, all tall and lean and young and good looking and smarter than she thought and half-nervous and sweet. She watches his mouth as he talks, his eyes, his mouth, his eyes, and he is bold and he holds her gaze and she likes that, and it makes something inside her shift, and she gives him a half smile and he smiles back and in it she sees a recognition pass between them.
He makes positive noises, says the right things, yet still he holds onto reluctance, he says yes, then maybe, then yes, then maybe, he doesn’t know.
‘I’ll give you a week’, she says, ‘to come up from a maybe to a yes, to come up with a yes please’.
‘Ok’, he agrees.
And she says goodbye with a hand on his neck to pull him to her, stepping into him to give him a kiss on the cheek, and he tilts his head down to her, compliant, she wipes his cheek of non-existent lipstick to see what it feels like to touch him. She enjoys how that feels and she would like to hurt him, to make him hard, to watch him struggle, to see his pretty face change. She turns and leaves.
They keep in touch and he assures her he is in, for two days he is in, and on the third, fourth and fifth days he is silent and on the sixth day he says ‘no’ with a lot of words.
Disappointment.
And she hungers, she trawls the grubby website for boys…
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My head is full of you and my pussy wet with you, fucking you, helpless and crying on that beach, and you are so thin, and in pain, with pieces of you missing because I have taken them and swallowed them. And yes, my fingers in your mouth to turn your head to me, and I want to kiss you, but I can’t reach your mouth no matter how far I twist your head towards me and I want to shove my fingers into your throat and see you struggle. And it hurts you, the fucking and the contact, because your skin is raw and flayed open and still you fuck me back, and this thing, my cock, is hitting my clit every time I thrust into you so I don’t care how much it hurts you. And my fingers around your neck then, tightening, and you are having trouble breathing, and you are crying, and beautiful. And I don’t cut you, and I don’t squeeze the life out of you, but I know I will, and you are scared, and your body is so fragile and I feel like I am breaking you with the fucking and I can’t think about anything except coming, until I come…
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I feel like kissing, which is something I adore, and which I am missing already even though I made the boy give me his mouth before he left because it makes him weak, and I love when he is like that. My mouth is tender still, my lips feel swollen, his taste is still on my tongue and I just can’t get enough of his mouth.
Kissing is like great sex without the sex, the promise of sex, and sometimes better than sex, and every aspect of sex can be put into it, and every aspect of D/s can be expressed in it, and I get to be soft and tender and harsh and hard, and I get to hurt and bite and put him where I want with a fist in his hair and I get to tease and penetrate and force and play and taste him from the inside.
Kissing is completely, utterly and hugely underrated. It is like an obsession for me, kissing, oh, and mouths, god, mouths are just incredibly beautiful and tactile and soft and wet and mobile and expressive and altogether delicious. Kissing *so* hits my buttons, all of them at once.
I feel like kissing.
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She moaned softly in the aftermath, her body relaxed, eyes closed, and she pulled his head up towards her face by his hair.
He quickly slid up her body, his knees pushing her legs further apart, her grip bringing his wet mouth to hers as his cock found her pussy. Her mouth was already on his when he entered her, moaning, she felt his hands slide under her arse to lift her to him. She kissed him, hungry, tasting herself on him, pulling his mouth to her, sucking him into her. She lifted her hips to take him deeper, she knew he could not last long. She was sucking the breath from his body, her mouth voracious on his, her nails digging into his back. He panted into her mouth as he fucked her, hard, long strokes, a sound coming from deep in his throat, he felt as if he was going to explode already. She reached between their bodies, gripped both of his nipples and pinched hard, he grunted in pain, his face contorting as she twisted and pulled at them. The pain made his hips slam harder against her and she lifted up to him with each thrust. It wasn’t long before he pulled his mouth away from hers.
“Oh god, I’m going to come… Ma’am”, he groaned.
“STOP!! don’t you fucking dare”, she hissed. She stopped moving under him, gripped the hair on the back of his head hard with both hands, pulling his face harshly away from her. He tried to look down at her but couldn’t from the angle at which she held him, his face twisted in pain from her pulling his hair, his hips still, his cock throbbing inside her.
“Don’t you fucking dare, boy”, she repeated. He was breathing heavily, obviously concentrating hard, his eyes shut, lips compressed. She waited until his breathing started to slow a little.
“Are you under control?” she asked.
“Yes Ma’am”.
She released her grip on him and started to rock her hips against him again, her legs going around his arse, her hand going between their bodies so she could feel his cock sliding into her cunt. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him softly. He groaned, and met her thrusts with force, pushing her fingers harder against her clit. She grunted softly and felt him respond, his hips slamming into her, his pace increasing, his breath quickening. She arched up to him and shoved her mouth against his, teeth clashing as she reached for more of him, she whispered, ‘yes, yesyesyes yes’ compulsively into his mouth. He drew away from her again, breathing heavily…
“Unnghh… please… Ma’am, I’m going to come…please!”.
“NO” she commanded and she stopped moving. She felt him fight the urge to slam his cock into her and come inside her, he was making soft grunting noises, his face a picture of concentration, his mouth open, panting, his muscles tensed. She waited.
As his breathing slowed, and he started to relax a little, she stroked his face and he looked down at her.
“Beg me, beg me to be allowed to come in my cunt”.
He didn’t hesitate, “Oh god, please Ma’am, please please please please Ma’am, please let me come”.
“In my cunt, say it”.
“Please let me come in your… cunt… Ma’am, please please please”, he begged, his face flushed. His mouth looked desperate, she wanted it badly, his mouth.
“Boy…”
“Yes Ma’am, please Ma’am, please let me come in your cunt, please Ma’am”
“You may come…when you do, you will look at me, do you understand? I want your eyes on mine when you come”.
He nodded madly, “Yes Ma’am, yes yes, thank you, thankyou”.
She shifted under him, her cunt and arse tensing to push up against his cock. He needed no more encouragement and he circled his hips, taking it more slowly, wanting to draw it out now that he knew he would be allowed to come. He closed his eyes, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her, and dipping just the head in and out. She smiled and fucked up suddenly hard against him, driving his cock deep into her. His face registered the shock of pleasure and he realised he was not going to last as she fucked up against him again. He gave in to her and slammed his cock into her hard, groaning. She pulled his mouth down to hers and fucked his mouth with hers as her cunt drove up against him.
She moved his head to one side with a grip in his hair and closed her teeth on the flesh of his exposed neck. She dragged her teeth over his jugular, biting down on his skin, moving suddenly to that spot that she knew drove him wild, grinding his skin between her teeth, sucking his flesh into her mouth and pulling at it. The shock of pain drove him over the edge, he felt himself start to come and he moaned in surrender.
She felt him starting to lose it, she gripped his hair tightly with both hands, making him wince. She held his face close to hers, locked her dark eyes on his, watching his face contort as if in pain, his body tensed, his hips pushed hard against her and she gripped him tightly with her legs, pushing up to him, he kept his eyes on hers as he came. Their eyes locked, his mouth open, he thrust hard into her, a continuous grunting sound coming from his throat, the moment of raw openness was almost enough to make her come again.
And as he finally relaxed his body into hers, gasping for air, muttering words that didn’t make sense, she wrapped her legs around him and stroked his face, pulling him to her, kissing his softening lips, nudging his breath from his mouth, whispering ‘good boy, good boy’ as he melted into her.
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Whispered in my ear
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