Saturday, May 19, 2012

Every single day is awesome

That man of mine, reader, has a devious, devious mind. I adore him. He is absolutely, beyond the shadow of a doubt, magnificent.

In a nod to Kitty, I'd just like to say that we read in bed last night. It's something we have done before, but not for a while, and it wasn't planned. I started reading The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty last night, and he came into bed with me and peered at what I was reading. "That's an interesting book," he said, from the text he saw on the screen, "mind if I read with you?"

And while I did a little, because it made me blush, we read the first chapter together, silently.

Afterwards, I told him it made me blush. "Even though I've written worse. Today."

But I like for him to make me blush. It's nice to know I still have blushes in me.

"You like for me to make you do lots of things," he said.



We were facing each other on our sides, but I was sucking his cock, of course I was. It had already been going on for a while - starting with enthusiasm, working through into just a thing I do, and then into an absolute frenzy of arousal, partly because this was just a thing I did, and partly because he was enjoying it so much. "Mmm, slut, better be careful," he said as I sucked particularly hard, stroking all along the underside with my tongue, "or I'm going to come down your throat."

I moaned and redoubled my efforts at that, working my throat, pulling him into my face with my hands on his ass.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? But I have other plans for you. Mmm, you want to know what my plans are? I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass. Yeah, you'd like that, you like for me to come in your ass. Mmm, I may bypass your pussy altogether, you know. That pussy's been wanting me for a while, hasn't it? Yeah, I know, it enjoyed me this morning.. but something was missing, wasn't it? Yeah, no proper fucking. I'm such a bad man, teasing you like that. I'm going to fuck your ass, but I like to fuck your face an awful lot." He grabbed my hair and moved my head back and forth on his cock which of course made me scream because I love it so much. "Yeah, just like that. Sweet fuck hole. You like to be my fuck hole, don't you? I love my fuck toy..." Seriously, oh my God, he just kept talking and I moaned at his words, ever louder as the ideas he planted got hotter and hotter.

"Stop sucking my cock now." I had been sucking for so, so long, and he was gloriously hard underneath my lips and tongue. I didn't want to stop, but I desperately wanted to obey. I stopped sucking and pulled my mouth off of him with a whimper. He didn't move. My lips rested against his hot, hard flesh and I moaned with want.

"Don't suck it," he admonished me, as my tongue slipped out to caress the head. I kissed and licked at it, and eventually, as I opened my lips around the head and slipped it inside my mouth, he repeated himself. "I said don't suck it!" I whimpered and let the head slide back out, resting my lips against the shaft and breathing hard. "Don't even think about it," he said, and I moaned against him.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" he asked.

I nodded, my mouth open wide against his shaft, helplessly silent in my desire.

"Don't," he said harshly, a flogger coming down across my ass. I squealed. "What are you thinking about?"

"Sucking the cock..." I whispered.

He hit me again with the flogger. "Such a slut, aren't you? Can't even stop thinking about sucking my cock. What are you thinking about?" he asked again, as I licked him longingly.

"Mmmf," I said, kissing his shaft wetly.

"You're thinking about sucking the cock!" and he flogged me again.

That went on for a deliciously long, torturous time, until he finally said "I suppose I should give you something else to think about," and he rolled over on his side, pulling my leg over his hip. He reached his hand between my legs, feeling how absolutely wet I already was, and then he pressed his cock against my opening. I groaned and pressed down against him, but he rocked backwards. "You want it to fuck you, don't you?" he asked.

"God, yes, please," I whispered, kissing him. He rocked his hips back and forth, thoroughly soaking his cock in my arousal, pressing against my opening and then pulling away.

"I'm not going to fuck you. Don't even think about it," he said, rocking, teasing me, as I tried to press down and take him inside me. I groaned loudly at this new torturous game and my body shook with desire.

"You're thinking about it," he said as I rocked into him. He drew his hand back and slapped my breast several times.

"God," I moaned, fastening my lips on his neck, biting gently, sucking.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, his cock repeatedly nudging my opening, so, so slippery. Had someone dumped an entire tube of lube on us? No, that was all me.

"Please, please fuck me," I begged, wriggling as his cock rubbed against my swollen clit.

"I told you not to think about it!" He slapped my breast again. "Slut, and here you are just thinking about it."

Forever. He did that for forever, and it drove me absolutely insane. No matter how I wriggled, he could always just pull away. I kept thinking surely, surely, he'll fuck me now. Surely.

When he'd had enough torture himself, he rolled me onto my back, pinning my wrists down and sinking inside of me. "Don't think about it," he said, thrusting into me several times, grinding as he sank in completely. I arched up and ground against him too, gasping, moaning deeply with the extraordinary pleasure of finally being full.

"I suppose it's hard not to think about it while it's fucking you," he relented, "so you can think about it now."

We moved together, moaning, grinding, he talked. "I bet your pussy's glad I didn't skip it," he said as he rotated his hips against mine.

"Yesss," I responded, bucking under him, tossing my head from side to side, moans constantly issuing from my open mouth.

"Mmm, I see an open mouth there. I think it needs a cock in it. I'm going to fuck your face now. Gonna hold your head down and just slide my cock right into you. Nothing you can do about it," he said. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down to me harder, grinding, grinding, moaning loudly, so very close to getting off. "You seem like you're trying to stop me," he commented.

"Ugh," I said, forcing myself to stop. I dropped my hands down to my sides, whimpering.

"Good girl," he said, melting me. He kept thrusting and grinding into me, though, not stopping even though I'd stopped pulling him into me. "How nice it would be to come down your throat," he said, "or in your ass." I groaned loudly at that. "Poor girl, you keep being teased with the promise of me coming in you, and all you're getting is fucked." He grabbed my hands where they'd dropped at my sides and pinned them over my head. "And you don't like being fucked at all, do you, slut?" he asked as he pressed into me extra hard, pushing me deeply into the mattress.

"I do, I do, God, I do," I said, writhing under him.

"Good, slut," he said, pounding me for another minute before he pulled out and moved up my body. His cock smelled fantastic and it tasted pretty wonderful too as he forced it into my mouth. I lifted my head and he grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting deeply into me and making me gag as I sucked him. He slid back down my body, his cock gliding smoothly back inside my pussy as I opened my legs wider and grabbed my knees.

At length, he decided to change positions. "I want to fuck you sideways," he said, rolling off next to me.

I quickly turned my back to him, tossed my leg backward over his hip, and turned my torso slightly toward him. He slid his hard cock easily inside my wet heat. "Ohh yeah, and you'll give me what I want, won't you? Because you're mine and you do what I tell you." His fingers wandered to my clit and stroked it, making me moan and buck. "Mmm, and I can play with you like this, too."

He slipped a finger, possibly more than one, inside me with his cock and I bucked and squealed. It stretched me, filled me uncomfortably as he kept thrusting into me. I bucked, trying to get away. "Too full," I whined.

"You can take it," he assured me confidently, slipping the fingers away. My wild movements and loud noises calmed as his cock alone moved inside me and I purred. "Is that better?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm," I confirmed.

"That's funny, because you seemed to like this more," he said, slipping the fingers back alongside his cock.

"Nnng," I grunted.

I think, then, he took his fingers away and replaced them with his thumb. I cried out loudly, over and over... and then he slipped his fingers in my mouth. "Suck my fingers, slut," he ordered.

I took them in my mouth with a loud groan. "You taste like sex," I whispered, my voice rasping from the use my throat had endured.

"I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically.

"I think I'm ready to fuck your ass now," he told me after a while. "Go on, get up on your ramp."

He kept moving inside of me and I groaned. "Hmm, I'll give you a few minutes to recover," he said, slowing his thrusts inside me. He still didn't stop. "You don't seem to be moving,"  he said. "I suppose it might help if I stopped fucking you, huh?" He slowed even further and pulled away.

Anal is so hard on the ramp. I moved, though, and he actually got up and got the ramp for me as my physical exhaustion was apparent. I climbed on top of it on my hands and knees and he stood next to the bed. He slid his cock into my pussy and I moaned, arching my back. I spread my knees as far as possible on the ramp, and I felt his fingers applying cool lube to my little hole. "So sensitive," I whispered, shivering as he touched me there.

"Is your ass ready for me?" he asked as he kept thrusting, his fingers pressing against my asshole.

"Ugh, so sensitive," I repeated, begging a little.

"I said, is your ass ready for me?" he repeated.

"Mmf, yes sir, whatever you want," I responded.

"Good girl. Good slut," he said, pulling away and pressing the head of his cock to my asshole.

I panicked a little, squirming. "So big!" I cried out.

"You can take it," he said, pressing.

"Too big! It doesn't fit!" I whined.

"Of course it fits," he said, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back onto him, forcing himself inside me in one go. Oh, God, it hurt. It felt like he'd punched straight through me. I screamed. "See?" he said.

"No, no, no, no," I squealed, struggling.

"You don't get to say no," he told me, making me scream again, "you just get to do what I say." He held my hips and moved slowly, but too much for me. I couldn't adjust, it hurt, it hurt. I whimpered. But at the same time I was so incredibly turned on, and slowly, slowly, I did adjust. The burning soreness didn't dissipate, but the intense pain did, and then it was glorious and I could hear him again. I moaned with intense pleasure as the pain faded.

"...sweet fuck hole. My sweet fuck hole. Love my fuck hole," he was saying. "You like it when I fuck you here, don't you?"

"Yes sir," I squealed, unable to say anything without almost screaming it at this point.

"You know what you need?" he asked, moving slowly, his hands wandering over my back.

"Uh?" I responded.

"You need me to pull your hair now, while I fuck your ass. Isn't that right?"

"Uhhhh... yes sir," I managed, breathing hard, crying out with the intensity of it as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back by it. His other hand held my throat, my head prisoner between his hands. I panted helplessly, impaled, imprisoned, and so very aroused. I could feel the wetness of my arousal running uselessly down my thighs as he roughly pounded into me.

"Gonna come in your ass," he said, moving faster, harder. The lingering soreness made me scream with almost every thrust, and then I felt him swell larger and empty himself in me, responding to each of his loud moans with one of my own. Scream, moan, scream, moan. Just an average night around here.

He pulled out of me and I collapsed on the ramp, my feet on the floor now. He climbed onto the bed next to me and slipped his fingers inside me, pressing my g-spot, stroking, rubbing my clit, making me pant and moan and squirm. He kept talking too, of course. "Just fuck holes for my pleasure," he whispered. His thumb found its way into my ass and I squealed with surprise. "Oh, didn't I tell you I was going to put my thumb in your ass? I'm a bad man..."

He pumped me with his fingers in my pussy and his thumb in my poor sore ass until I bucked, screaming, my legs and head both coming up behind me so I was a perfect arch on the ramp. Screaming, coming, panting, collapsing... and then, gathered into his arms and stroked, loved, adored.

We slept our favorite way, naked with all our limbs entwined.

Glorious.

15 comments:

  1. Good lord girl... it does just keep getting better - wahat are you going to do next?

    I adore the blushing part, although I must admit that I almost forgot about it by the time I got to here. LOL.

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  2. I don't know but I can hardly wait to find out!

    I thought some folks would appreciate that. :) It feels very odd to blush at something so mild as this first chapter.

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  3. OMG I love mental torture. "Stop sucking my cock now"... if ever BIKSS said that to me I think I would just die.

    That line alone got my belly a-flippin and a-floppin! Thank you for brightening up a Sunday (at work... groan!)

    Genius!

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    1. I thought I would die from want, that's for sure. He's inside my head so much at this point, it scares me a little. In a sexy way. :)

      Glad you enjoyed!

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  4. Loved your post. The word glorious summed it up for well. Thanks for sharing what a great experience it was for you. You must have felt so submissive to him when he took charge like that. And let us know what he plans to do to you next.

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    1. I'm pretty much feeling submissive to him most of the time, but yes, it was a little deeper, a little more soul-searing. Thanks for commenting, and I definitely will.

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  5. If I ever try reading in bed to Musicman I think I will start with any one of your posts. Bet I wouldn't get half way through before the computer was forsaken for other activities :)

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    1. I wish you could see the enormous grin you plastered across my face with this comment. I'll have to settle for telling you about it. :) Thank you for the high praise.

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    1. You guys just keep making me smile.

      I know. It's insane. He's an evil genius.

      Long time no comment! :)

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  7. Ramp as in one of the liberator ramps? If so I'm glad we aren't the only ones that one of these hiding under the bed. Love this post.

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    1. Hi, and thank you! :)

      Yeah, we have the Liberator ramp & wedge combo. They're amazing.

      They don't hide under the bed, though. They're just right out in the open leaning against the wall.

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  8. We did have ours out until our toddler thought it was great fun for him to crawl up and down it. We just have the ramp for now but I am lusting for the wedge.

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  9. i don't comment often but I often read :D

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  10. Awesome... I've been reading your blog and I love it! :)

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