I pass you some cards, face down on the table and wait for you to select one and turn it up, watching your expression as you do. And it makes me smile because of course what is on the cards is random, scary, fun, silly, painful, horrible, delicious. And for once, I let you keep your clothes on because it makes you feel safe and protected, and the cards will take care of that soon enough, if you choose one that does, take care of that. And some of those cards will elicit a huge smile and a touch of … Continue Reading
I put you to bed at 5am, some four hours ago, and I am thinking about you now, trying to work, instead, thinking about you, naked and tied, thinking about you saying ‘thank you Ma’am’ to me, thinking about you, and it’s incredibly hot. I have the entire reel in my head and I play it with different themes (hard, hissy, snarly ‘get on that bed now, boy’ with slapping and spitting; or it being all about sex, scratchy, grabby, rubbing, wet; or it being sweet, soft, gentle, coaxing, kissing), all a little different, all hugely sexy in their own … Continue Reading
He was kneeling on the edge of the bed, she put a blindfold on him, smoothing the silk over his eyes. Unable to resist his mouth, she kissed him again, nudging at his lips, soft kisses, opening his mouth with hers, gently licking at his tongue, holding him at the back of his neck to bring him to her, his mouth searching for her as she pulled away.
‘Undress me’ she instructed him.
He felt blindly for her fitted t-shirt, and pulled it up over her head. His fingers gently touched her skin, tracing her bra to the clasp at … Continue Reading
She beckoned him onto the bed and he quickly placed her clothes over the chair and scrambled up.
“On your stomach, spread-eagle”, she commanded.
He stretched out on the bed face down and waited. She moved around the bed, gently putting the heavy leather cuffs on him and attaching them to the bedposts, hardly touching him, silent, the only sounds his breathing and the gentle clink of the buckles and clips as she attached them. Then she stepped back from him. He lifted his head to look around at her and she shook her head at him without a word. … 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 #152? 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
Help, My Friend Says I Have an Ugly Vagina!
“Say no to vagina prejudice!”
“One of the more unexpected hairpin turns I navigated in my “Coming Out” into BDSM involved a series of moments that were deceptively simple, perhaps even … Continue Reading
He stands in position, his hands clasped behind his head, his feet shoulder width apart. He stretches his body, pulls his navel towards his spine, holds his muscles taut, his abs, his biceps, his thighs all slightly flexed, he knows she likes that. And he waits. He concentrates on keeping still, quelling his urge to shift, to fidget, he knows better. He listens for any sound, any hint that she is approaching. Time passes slowly.
And he waits.
His mind wanders, he is thinking about her, forming her image in his mind, hearing her voice, feeling her touch, his cock … Continue Reading
The couch, the television, the vanilla boy, I’m bored.
“I want to dress you up.” He looks over at me, then looks back at the television.
“Come on, it will be fun, we can put a dress on you…no, my skirt, the black mini. You will look sweet. And that cute top with the flowers…”
“Ssshhh…I’m trying to watch this.”
“… and stockings, my thigh highs… not sure my shoes will fit you though… maybe. And make up…’, I touch his lips, ‘… lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara for those beautiful lashes… you will be gorgeous…”
“Errmm… how about… no.”
I sidle … Continue Reading