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I was lured
Posted:Jul 29, 2020 6:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 6:40 pm

He messaged me while I was at work and asked me if I was working. I was, but I saw a way clear my calendar and asked him what was up. He informed me that he found a truck he might want buy and asked if I would be willing go with him. Of course! It would be a chance for us interact with one another. We really hadn’t done much of that lately...unless we were naked. I told him I would message him when I was on the way. A little while later, I left work and provided him with my ETA. At that point he messaged me back and said he was no longer interested in the truck based on a comment from the owner but there were a couple others he was exploring. I asked if he still wanted my assistance and he said he did. I proceeded to drive to him. Two minutes from his house, I texted and said I was about to pull up. He said I should just come on in. I walked to the door and found a note that also said I should enter and that he was in the shower. Only, he wasn’t. I went into the house and heard him speak to me. I followed the sound of his voice and discovered him in the bedroom, blindfolded, naked but for a towel, and restrained in the closet doorway by his newly acquired entryway restraints. He said someone had come to the house and tied him up and then left when they heard me coming. Amused and aroused, I took in the room and saw his flogger and began my attack. I alternated flogging him with rubbing his back and then removed the towel. I flogged his beautiful backside, stroked his cock, licked, kissed, and played with his anus, and then flogged him some more. And then I crawled on the floor between his legs and sucked him to complete hardness before returning to a standing position to flog him some more. Finally, he told me he would be good if I would release him from his restraints. I did as he asked, and he climbed into the bed on all fours. I continued my ministrations of his cock and his lovely backside. Finally, I inserted my finger into his anus and began to probe him. His breathing changed. I probed deeper than I ever had before, my hand on his hip holding him in place. I began to get into a rhythm, turned on by his sounds of sexual excitement and the deeper breathing. Finally, he told me he was going to cum soon. Keeping my finger inside him, I shimmied beneath his pelvis and took his cock into my mouth again. Finally, he erupted. His salty seed pouring down my throat. He thanked me for saving him from his bondage. He said there was no telling what might have happened if I hadn’t arrived...I’m sure he’d have at least received what I gave him...only without the loving care and gentleness of my caresses.
Give it time
Posted:Jul 25, 2020 1:15 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2020 3:13 pm

I woke up to the sound of silence this morning,

I looked at my phone, and there was no message from you

I half expected a late night text

Or an early morning good morning

One that said you were thinking of me as you made your way work

But there was nothing

I felt the sadness creeping in

Wondering when I would hear from you again

Wondering what it will take to hold your attention

Wondering why it seems like sometimes I feel you drawing ever nearer

And then others like we couldn’t be farther apart

And I told myself I wouldn’t message you

I told myself I had to give you time and space

After all, you aren’t mine

And I am not yours

And I contemplated what I could do to keep the lonely feeling at bay,

creating the list of weekend activities that focus on things that don’t relate to you

And then suddenly my phone went off

The message I was hoping for arrived

I hate to admit how delighted it made me to know I had simply woken up too early.
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Oh, hell yes!
Posted:Jul 24, 2020 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2020 9:57 am

I don’t know if you can tell this from my writing, but I’ve recently begun playing with someone. I am sure if you have been reading you don’t need me to tell you how much fun I’ve had so far. The one thing I have noticed, though, is that he’s far more of an ass man than a boob man. Indeed, he’s turned me into an ass play fiend, both giving and receiving. I did wonder briefly how I might entice him to play with the girls more, even though the play is already so incredible I hardly feel like I’m missing anything, but I apparently didn’t have to give this enticement much thought. This morning, I sent him pics of me wearing my newly acquired bra with a comment about how I knew he was more into ass than boobs, but I wanted to show it off anyway, to which he basically replied he believes I must want him to play with my tits more. Holy fuck! Amazing in bed, attentive, and a mind reader? Yes, please, play with my tits more, and I will likely do anything you want me to do with your body, and let you do anything you please with mine.
Film at 11
Posted:Jul 22, 2020 7:34 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2020 3:10 pm

Film at 11
I was half in darkness when you came from the shower back into the bedroom. You commented that you guessed there was no point in bringing the camera out if I was going to hide. I told you I wasn’t hiding and to turn the light back on. I don’t quite know what you filmed, but the highlight reel that runs through my head is one of the sexiest imaginable. That night started with me rubbing you down and then playing with your ass and cock until you were good and teased, but you took over before you could cum. You focused on my ass, which I think featured in your video. Tongue and fingers and kisses were placed everywhere. The sounds you make never get old, and the sensations created are never less tantalizing. And then you inserted a plug. The excitement began, though when you tied me to the bed. Hand cuffs, rope, restraints, all working together to ensure teasing and pleasure. I have to say this led to one of my favorite parts of the night. I was lying on the bed, belly down, and you came around to where my face was, climbed into the bed with me, and parked yourself within my mouth’s reach of your cock. The look of pure mischief on your face is one I will not need a recording of to remember. You fed your cock to me with care, yet with enough force to show your dominance. You encouraged me to take more, and you teased me about the fact that I couldn’t use my hands. Still, you wouldn’t cum. You provided me with numerous orgasms, but you wouldn’t allow either of us the pleasure of your satisfaction. I think you were determined you’d get off from penetrating my anus, but try as you might, you weren’t able to get in. As morning came, and I had been playing with you endlessly, you asked me if I were trying to make you cum. I replied with an emphatic yes that I was was trying to make you cum, and it felt like I had been for days. “I know,” you replied “and it’s amazing.” This exchange is another of my favorite moments of the night. You are naturally cute. No effort required. But finally, you gave into the pleasure, and I could feel your release as you told me I was making you cum. The best part of the night, though, came after the sexual activity paused. We shared a bed. I dozed, you played on your phone. It was quiet companionship like we’d not experienced before. You learned how I like my coffee and showed me cars that you might like to buy. These are the moments I wouldn’t trade. They help to comprise a growing highlight reel of memories created with you. I haven’t seen the recording yet, so I don’t know what, if anything, you recorded or even saved, but I’m game to record us again and again. For if it’s something you wish to remember, too, then these recordings might be to you what my writing is to me.
Firsts and more
Posted:Jul 22, 2020 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2020 3:49 pm

We had spent a delightful little time sitting in the hot tub. We had talked about the day’s events, about childhood experiences, about pets, and about life in the military. There had been some incidental touching, but nothing more. I wondered if you planned to make a move on me. Finally, you drew nearer and your hand found curve of my backside. My breath caught. Finally! Your rubbed my back, my buttocks, my breasts, and then between my legs, and then your fingers found their way to my clit and then inside me. And then I found your cock, hard and ready for me. You moved to sit down on the seat of the hot tub, and I came up and straddled you and then looked into your eyes. You held my stare. And then you asked me if everything was ok. I told you it was. You said you were just checking. I guess it isn’t like me to be so pensive. But here was my chance to place you inside me and ride you. A new position for us. And unless you argued, I intended to do so immediately, even if it meant without a condom, which would also be a first for us. I told you I planned to molest you. “Do you, now,” you replied. I said I would if you let me. “Oh, I’m going to let you,” you stated. I needed no further encouragement, and I maneuvered myself to come down on your hard cock. You pointed out that it wasn’t easy in the water, but I was determined. Finally, I had enough leverage to pull you inside me, and I began to grind on you. My excitement was increasing by the second. I’d longed for this. My orgasms were back to back and explosive. I told I told you I had been wanting you like this for a while now. I could have stayed up there forever, but I didn’t mind changing positions, either.

You instructed me to bend over the side of the tub, and I obliged. You entered me from behind, and I delighted in the continued presence of your cock in my pussy. There were no barriers. It was just you and me and skin and bliss. You asked me if I wanted to go inside to finish, and I said I would, but as we made our way to exit the water, your glistening backside was impossible to resist, and I smacked you and then knelt down behind you to taste you. My tongue and lips and hands found my favorite spots. Finally, we did make our way to the house and you lay down on the bed. I devoured you with my mouth like I hadn’t had you in forever. Your noises always coax me on. I delight in your reaction to all that I do to you. Finally, you commented that I must be determined to make you cum. I always am. I love knowing I’ve pleased you. But you asked me if you could cum all over my ass tonight, and I immediately raised up on hands and knees. You entered me again. Now, it was even more intense. No condoms, no water. Nothing between us at all. It didn’t take long before I could feel you pull out of me, but hardly any hot cum made it to my bottom. Most of it grazed my hair and my face and landed on the wall beyond. You stated you hadn’t expected to cum with that much force. I understand that. I’m so excited by everything about you. You asked me if I wanted you to go out and get my clothes, but I said I would go outside to where we left them to get dressed. The offer did not go unappreciated, though. The sweetness of your gestures and the excitement of our sex melt my heart and keep me wanting more and more.
Encore, Soon, please (please, please)
Posted:Jul 17, 2020 2:40 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2020 6:23 pm

You arrived at the house. It was our first time at either of our homes. I was nervous. I feel so nervous around you, but it’s that good kind of nervousness, filled with excitement and anticipation. I told you where to take your bags, and I followed you down the hall. I sprawled across the bed, and you joined me. I felt the delicious sensation of your hand coming down on my backside. The thin material of my leggings was not much of a barrier. What a delightful way to say hello! We chatted for a few minutes, and then you asked if you could shower. I remained on the bed counting the minutes to your return. We only had a few hours before you would have to leave for work, and I wanted every minute I could get. You came back to the bed and fell in beside me. Your hands began to explore me. I was still dressed. Suddenly, you whispered in my ear “take your fucking clothes off.” We had previously talked about the idea of your being more forceful, and I exalted in every opportunity you took to do so. And while I am certain this is not what is meant by cumming on command, I believe I could just about get off by the sound of your voice alone. I was naked in no time, and you resumed your caresses. And then your mouth followed suit. I was waiting for you to kiss my lips. I wasn’t going to ask, though. I wanted you to do it on your own. I adore your mouth on mine. I adore it even more when you initiate it on your own. You didn’t let me down. You provided me with the sweetest of kisses. Our tongues danced as your hands stroked my body. It was all about me at first, and I basked in the glory of your touch. There were moments of frenzy, but there were also moments of sweet agonizing torture. I could feel you watching me. I opened my eyes to see you looking at me in the candle light. I held your stare for a moment until I worried about what you might find there. Besides, I didn’t want to over analyze what I think I see in yours when you look at me. You’re providing pleasure. I need to just enjoy it for what it is. You kissed and sucked and played with my nipples. I was only disappointed that your lips had moved so far from my mouth. But I enjoyed the slow exploration of my body, and by the time your hands and lips reached my nether region, I was desperate for you. The first of many orgasms was achieved that night. When the second or third arrived, it was with applied pressure at my neck. I think I stifled a giggle, but you heard it. “Are you laughing,” you asked incredulously. I laughed in earnest then. Your sexiness is only exceeded by the adorableness of your expressions, voice, and face. And then you ordered my hands and knees. You were behind as your tongue and fingers played down the length of again. I felt the thrill of your touch as you found my clit and then my anus with your tongue. I felt the tantalizing sting as you alternated sweet caresses with well placed spanks upon my backside. And then you came and lay down beside me. I was still raised up on my hands and knees. You watched my face as you continued to administer pleasure and the faintest sensation of pain. You told me you now understood the addictive nature of watching someone’s reaction as one flinched and twitched at various touches. It was a comment to my practice of watching you respond as I twist your nipples or spank you. I think I may have swooned. I do so delight in watching your face and body. Could you enjoy watching mine just as much?

You commented that I must have really enjoyed having my ass in the air since I stayed in that position for so long. For you? Anything. I would enjoy anything with you. Besides, you ordered me up there. What else was I to do? Finally, your touching slowed. Was it my turn to with you? You told I wasn’t allowed even try make you cum for hours. I resisted touching you too much because I knew I’d get carried away. We lay there kissing for a while, and I was comfortable and safe and happy in the crook of your arm...and then I couldn’t resist. My hand found your cock and I began to stroke you. I brought my lips down to you and began to tease. I was coaxed along by your sounds of pleasure. I had learned previously what types of touches drove you crazy, and my lips and tongue and fingers all worked together to bring you pleasure. You would allow yourself to get to the brink of ecstasy, and then you would take over again, playing with my body as I continued to tease and taste you. Finally, the time had arrived. I thought you were going to let me satisfy you, but you had a few more tricks up your sleeve. And then it was finally your turn. I drew you back into my mouth. And I could hear you tell me I was going to make you cum. Every time is like the first. It’s like you are amazed I could bring you that much pleasure. You erupted in my mouth, and I swallowed it all. Your spasms continued for what seemed like minutes, and you commented it felt like a seizure. “Damn, woman; you’re awesome” may have been the greatest compliment ever received, and I puffed up with pride. But if I brought you pleasure worthy of praise, it’s only an echo of the pleasure you first brought to me. Though I don’t think you wanted to go, you rose from the bed and showered again. We’d spent hours continuously touching each other, but it was time for you to go to wor I walked you the front door and you put your arms around and told you. I told you to do the same. Our previous visit left me wondering if I would ever hear from you again. This time, I know I will...though I fear it will never be enough.
A second work in progress
Posted:Jul 16, 2020 12:07 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2020 7:42 am

The last time I was with you, I remember the slow turn through our room, wondering if it was the last time I was to see you. I remembered searching for anything left to remember you by, as if I could ever forget you. The pain tormented me until I heard from you. This morning when you left me, I understood that we are not finished so easily. There is something that pulls us together. The look in your eyes and the way you touch me says we have so much left to do. The wherefores and hows have yet to be determined; they remain, quite possibly, unknown, needing time to unfold, to develop, but there’s life in our fingertips and electricity in our lips. And when we touch one another, it’s clear we haven’t felt the last of it.
A work in progress
Posted:Jul 16, 2020 8:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2020 5:33 pm

There is such an animalistic quality the way you touch me. There isn’t a part of me that fails to respond to you, and you take it all and own it. But then when you kiss me or even look at me, tender is the only word that could describe it. It feels as though the whole world stops and gazes at me through your eyes. I can live in those moments when I feel your eyes upon me, and I open mine to meet your gaze. I feel the smile upon my lips. I am vulnerable and exposed and suddenly shy. It’s not my nakedness that alarms me. It’s knowing what is written on my face and in my eyes when you look at me. Can you see it? Can you feel it, too?
No Use
Posted:Jul 12, 2020 9:21 am
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2020 7:42 am

I invited him over. I had the room for or four more hours, and I was hurt and sad so when he messaged me, I seized the opportunity. He told me to be naked when he got there. I was already naked, so I threw the comforter across part of my body and lay there, casually playing with my phone. He strode through the door, walked to the bed, pulled the blanket away from my body, and spanked me unceremoniously. It reminded me of how I spanked you, only his hand was bigger and made a much greater impact than I made on your tight little backside. He told me to roll over, and I did as I was told. His mouth immediately came down on my hardened nipples. His body hovered over mine. He squeezed and groped, sometimes just shy of viciously. I wished you were here. I missed you in those moments, your mouth, the sounds you made as you worshipped my body. He ordered me to spread my legs. He already knew I’d be wet. Nipple play always gets me excited. He put his face near my pussy but he only used his hands. My body responded dutifully. My heart ached for you. He was already hard, but he had me suck him for a moment or . And then he placed a condom on his cock and had get back on my belly, my hips in the air. I teared up when he entered . Where were you, I wondered. Why had you left alone in that room? Why hadn’t you returned? Oh, the sex was fun, and he was really good talk throughout, pointing out how wet I was, how tight I was, twisting and contorting for maximum pleasure and long pauses that kept him from cumming too soon. It bolstered my self esteem, suddenly wavering after your apparent rejection of . And all the while, I told myself I was entitled. I am every bit as free as you are. And if you had only stayed, it would have been your cock in . I wish you had stayed. Afterwards, he and I lay there and talked for a while. I longed for you message me. You didn’t. You still haven’t. Will you ever? Where did you go? When he left, I lay there in the bed for a little while longer, pondering whether allowing him come had dulled the ache caused by your seeming abandonment. Oh, it made me feel slutty and desirable and justified, but it didn’t make me miss you any less. I wished you were here. Have I mentioned that already? Will you ever return ? Will it ever be and you in a bed together again? Or will I have to continue to seek replacements that feel good but leave me wanting you all the more?
Checkout time
Posted:Jul 10, 2020 4:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2020 8:48 am

I can’t leave the fucking room
For fear I am standing in the last place for the last time I will ever see you
I can’t bring myself go.
I look around again
As I search the room for anything of yours
A soda can
Your razor
The smell of your deodorant lingers in the air
It fills my senses
My eyes fill with tears
And you’re gone
And I’m left here pack it
and say goodbye
as housekeeping walks the halls
announcing the hour
Checkout time
But we had another hour
I requested it the night before when I was filled with hope of your presence
Of our glorious
And now I need the time say goodbye you
Goodbye the belief that there was something more us than a few days in a hotel
But I was wrong again
And now I’ve got leave the room
But I can’t bring myself go
I’m taking my hour
My late check out
That was supposed guarantee more time with you
Only you left me alone
Long before check out time
And I’m here still saying goodbye you.
It’s mine now
Posted:Jul 6, 2020 7:50 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2020 2:44 pm

It’s mine now
He lay his stomach; his beautiful backside in need of attention. I alternated rubbing and spanking him. I laughed as I noticed the right cheek flinch as my hand came down upon the left. Finally, I kneeled behind him and bit him. And then my tongue found it’s way to his crack and I drew it from the closest part of his back down past his anus and down to his sack. I repeated this action several times. Finally, I allowed my tongue to linger at his anus and then I swirled my tongue round and round and then ventured to dip my tongue into him. I was coaxed by moans of pleasure. I decided to allow my lips to enter the fray, pursing them together, gathering skin and sucking the area my tongue had explored. I used one hand to separate his cheeks, as the other stroked his cock. I could feel him straining against me as I gripped him. My mouth had created so much wetness in the area around his anus that I decided to try a finger. There was mild resistance, but I worked my way in, gently probing and then gradually manipulating my finger with more force and intensity. After a while I wanted more of his cock. Keeping my finger in place I wriggled my way beneath him, lay under his pelvis, and drew him into my mouth. I went slowly at first, getting him wet with my tongue and then taking more of him into me. I was relaxed and wanting and my gag reflexes eased. I felt him as the head of his cock touched the soft area at the back of my throat. He felt it too, and he shivered and made noises of appreciation. I heard him tell me to ease up. He was going to cum if I didn’t quit. I tilted my head up toward his gorgeous face and asked innocently what was wrong with cumming. Nothing, he had said. He just wasn’t wanting to get off so quickly. But I owned him now, and I wanted to make him know it. I wrapped my lips around him and began sucking harder. My finger still working itself in and out of his tight little asshole. He tried to free himself, but it was no use. Finally, I heard his moans deepen, his body spasmed as his hips began to move uncontrollably. His cock dove more forcefully into my mouth. I tasted his semen and swallowed his load. My finger remained in his hole until after his body stopped writhing. I was well pleased with my performance tonight. I was even more pleased with his response. He spoke in mumbles for a few minutes and the smile and look of peace was evident upon his face. When he could finally speak coherently, he reported seeing stars. In truth, he hasn’t seen anything yet.
Damn, Damn, Damn!
Posted:Jul 5, 2020 1:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 8, 2020 10:45 am

I feel this intense sadness
mixed with an urgency do something
I need escape you
Outrun you
Outlast you
Flee from you
Capture you
It’s this crazy combination of anguish and despair
and longing and desire
I have avoid it
I have run headlong into it
I want you
I hate you
I need you
I don’t know you
And yet you consume my thoughts
My daydreams, my fantasies
My nightmares revolve around you
I’m filled with notions of what you can offer me
And that I stand lose for the love of you
And I can’t do anything but run from you and hope one day I will walk right into your arms.
Trying to find peace
Posted:Jul 4, 2020 2:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2020 3:08 pm

I could throw myself at you. I could possibly even find you in a desirous or vulnerable state and have you to agree to fuck me again even if it is against your better judgment. I could create a few more memories for me to bask in and then be saddened by once the after glow fades. I’m sure you would even enjoy it, too. It wouldn’t merely be my desires being satisfied. Your commands would be my every wish. But I’m not going to throw myself at you only to land in this spot again. I know what it feels like to have you, and I know what it feels like when you’ve been fulfilled and then walk away. I still haven’t healed from the pain of your last departure. Still, I can’t blame you. I understood what this was when I met you. You met me while you were trying to find yourself, and it wouldn’t be fair of me to be a barrier in your search. Instead, I need to expand my horizons and do my own exploring, and maybe we will meet at common ground one day. And maybe desire and friendship and any other emotion that exists or lingers between us from the past or grows in the present will have a chance at existing in the future, but in the meantime, I know I have got to be at peace with letting you go and letting you find me on your own.
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