I was a huge huge fan of Bitchy Jones’s Diary. Her blog is still on my blog roll even though she stopped writing there (and removed a lot of her content) in February 2010 *sad face*. But I just discovered that I saved a couple of my favourite posts… wheeee!!!
I am really not so big on begging because it has to be sincere and believable to work for me, and most men can’t pull it off. But Oh. My. Fucking God. When it’s done right… Guh.
This was an email that Bitchy Jones got from her submissive, Jack, when she asked how he would like to use his new tongue stud.
How I would most like to use it?
Most of all?
Hard to choose, there’s so many places on you I’d like to use my tongue; your mouth, your neck, your armpits (I love that, god I do) your tits, your belly, your earlobes and your arsehole, all of you.
But I have to be obvious. Because I can’t lie (to you least of all) I want to use my tongue, my stud, in, on, over your cunt.
I want your cunt.
And O god I can barely type I want it so much.
I want so much for you to let me, please, O god please, let me start slowly, just the tip of my tongue, soft and hot and salt from the piss you made me lick, licking you from perineum to clit spreading you.
And then if I could only please please please I fucking want to follow the same path with the stud, smooth and hard, and weaving from side to side, and then just arcing all the way around your clitoris.
And could I? I really-really-really want to, please, please let me push my tongue as far into you as I can and twist it back and forth, painting on the walls of your cunt with the ball.
Or let me beg, let me let you know how much I fucking need again to lick your clit, using mostly the tip but swapping back and forth with the stud that I put through my tongue for you.
Or listen to me, listen to me plead, listen to my voice desperate for my flickering really fast with the ball – back and forth with the flat of my tongue cupping.
Or, please, just using the metal, spelling strange words in an unconscious alphabet on you.
Or, god please, just the tip of the tongue holding you as I move my head ever so slightly back and forth.
Or, fucking Jesus please, fucking please, long slow strokes like how I started but harder.. the long wet heat of my tongue with a speed bump of metal to let you know how fast or slow I’m going.
Or, please, what I really, really love, please let me, allow me, please, most of all, please, sucking your clit into my mouth biting so I’m holding you still and working the stud over and round and up and down and in and out over and over and over again.
I’d take any hurt I had to to be allowed to do that, and more.
And that, boys, is how you beg.