On the floor, hands cuffed, you are cowed, and hurt, and scared. And I am standing over you calling you a fucking bitch and a dirty slut and I have a strap-on that I am forcing into your mouth and down your throat, listening to you gag, with my hand on the back of your head to pull you further onto it, and I know it hurts your mouth, your throat and I hiss at you to look up at me while you choke around it and struggle to breath and I shove it further down your throat and you … Continue Reading
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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #157? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
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“Can you feel the heat of my lips taunting you yet?”
“My mouth craves skin and I dip my head to her shoulder.”
“Kneel,” I say, and my stomach lurches with lust as you immediately drop to your knees, your hands still clasped behind your head.
I tilt your chin up, lean down and bring your mouth to me, touching your lips softly with mine, nudging your mouth open. I hold back a moan in my throat as you aggressively reach up for more, your tongue entering my mouth, and I return your kiss hard, pulling your mouth tighter against mine with a fist in your hair.
We stay there, locked in this never ending kiss that reaches straight into my core and … Continue Reading
You say to me ‘please, Ma’am’ and I know what you mean.
You mean ‘hit me hardest now, I want to be bruised and battered and sorry-sore for ages afterward, so make it count please Ma’am, and I can take it pretty hard, don’t hold back, and then please during or after or before, please kiss me and let me beg for you to kiss me because I want my mouth to feel your mouth both tender and aggressive-hard and desperate, kissing until I can’t breathe with want and my mouth is aching and all of me is aching, and … Continue Reading
It’s been twelve days, you have never felt closer to me, you have never been more beautiful.
I come over you not coming for me, and then I come again. I come over how much you want to come. I come over you thanking me for not letting you come. I come over you getting hard for me over and again. I come over you nearly coming and struggling to stop yourself. I come over your newly found sensitivity. I come over telling you how not letting you come makes me come. I come over listening to you in pain … Continue Reading