I have been thinking about this afternoon since I left you, scooting home with you in my mind, still incredibly wet, with snippets whipping around my head, I can’t even grasp them or make sense of any of them, they just whirl around like a porn reel and I wish I could record and keep it all to replay you again in pain with a knife against your cock (your cock, that belongs to me, my cock), torture against your nipples, your laugh, both small and shy and louder and open, that humming moan that I so love, you saying … Continue Reading
Him: What is the fun of hurting me? *pause* That is the most right question I have ever asked.
Me: The fun of hurting you is in your reactions, is in how it makes you more beautiful, is in how it brings out who you are, is in the sounds you make in it, is in the way you speak to me in the middle of it, is in how it makes me wet. It reaches into you and exposes you to me. And that is incredibly hugely mind blowingly hot.
Him: Yes Ma’am, and thank you.
Me: Yes boy, … Continue Reading
Oh god, and with my heart racing and whispering ‘oh jesus’ to you and my stomach lifted into my chest, you are so fucking hot, which is not the right word, but my wet panties in your mouth and against your cock are filling my head and I whisper to you ‘oh’ with that catch, that one is not even a sound, on my tongue when you’re nearly coming, and not coming, over and again… makes a thumping heart beat fast in the back of my throat, makes me so wet I can taste myself in the air. It makes … Continue Reading
I just want to fuck you, I can’t stop thinking about you there in your bed with your wrists tied. You are either on your back, asleep, your hands held in front of you, or on your side, your hands together by your face as if in prayer, you are made small by it, the tying, child-like and somehow innocent as you sleep. And if I was to come in and shove my hand over your mouth to shut you up, you wouldn’t realise or remember at first that you were tied, and you would have had a chance had … Continue Reading
My vision closes in until there is only him, there is nothing else, only me and him…
Time slows down, it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest and the joy and lust rise like a wave from there. I feel like I am not even consciously thinking anymore, just feeling and doing, it is completely instinctual, like my essence knows what I want even though my mind is so high it isn’t really engaging.
If I get into Domme-space, there is no way I would interrupt it for anything, he becomes a tool to … Continue Reading
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 #160? 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.
This Week’s Picks
The Annual Anti-Valentine’s Day Posting: 2009 Edition
“Ahh, Valentine’s Day. Sigh.”
“We talk a lot about putting me on display, and it was even more intense in reality as it has been in fantasy.”
I feel the softness of your lips under mine, their dancing movements inviting me in, and I nudge your mouth open, apply a little more pressure. I feel the hint of a smile, you know how much I love this, it always makes you smile, which makes me smile, but not enough to interrupt the kissing.
I hold your face up to me, my fingers splayed across your jawline, your cheeks, I pull you closer and you lean further into me. Our tongues touch and I am already ravenous, but I hold back for the softness and the teasing, until … Continue Reading