I was inspired to think about strap-ons by Britni’s post. Holy hell, hot, stunning photos! It made me immediately want to get my harness and my cock, take pornographic photos of myself and then wildly fuck things. I haven’t written much (if anything) about fucking with a strap-on cock because… well, I don’t know why… maybe it’s just too stereotypical, a little porn-ish, and I didn’t really want to go there up-front and feed … Continue Reading

Him: “…and anyway, I don’t care what you think…”

…pause…

We both erupt into giggles…

Him: (still laughing) “I was trying not to laugh…!!”

Me: (still laughing) “Yeah, I know…”… Continue Reading

I watch you sleep, I do that sometimes, it is sweet. You snuffle and shift and occasionally you mutter to yourself.

Tonight, you have half thrown the covers off, you are curled up, and your pretty arse is exposed to me. Your pose is childlike and unintentional and completely slutty, like you planned it this way, like you are smiling secretly to yourself at your own cleverness.

I sent you to bed with the crotchless … Continue Reading

You make kissing noises at me, from the side there, not really looking at me. I smile and watch your mouth, your lips pressing together, pursing, then opening slightly, you are trying not to smile back at me, your face deliberately and cutely serious, the gentle sucking noise soft and moist and enticing.

“Are you making kissing noises at me?”

You smirk, “Of course, Ma’am!”

I laugh and grab the back of your head and … Continue Reading

We are on Skype having a chat when the phone rings. He is expecting a call, excuses himself, picks it up. I stay online and listen to his end of the conversation, waiting for him to finish. I get a little bored and send him an instant message.

“Say ‘horrendous’.”

He messages back, “Yes Ma’am…”

There is a smile in his voice as he continues his conversation. I can hear him stifling the grin as … Continue Reading

I don’t want ‘play’, the pretty, the tools, the toys, the games, the amusement, the cute, the acts, the implements, the controlled, the measured give and take, the things.

I want violence, force and shoving and slapping and tearing at flesh and smashing you to the ground and not giving a fuck about you. I want fear and helplessness and tears and surrender and panic and animal lust. I want growling and screaming and … Continue Reading