Auctioned

The story below was written by m’Lady Tethys as a birthday gift for me – I was thrilled to wake up and find it waiting for me in my inbox, along with an audio clip where ey read it aloud to me (as you can probably imagine, I wanked my brains out listening to it). It is with permission and with great pleasure that I share the words with you now, after keeping it to myself for a month.

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“Hark Hark”

(Fantasy, and dark. Not for everyone!)

Hark hark the dogs do bark

The beggars are coming to town

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Dark Desires

I told him my darkest fantasies …

I would be blindfolded, stripped, and my hands tied together. I would be dragged along, unable to see. I would be taken to a room, where I could hear other people, yet they seem not to hear my pleas.

I would be tied to a table, on my back, with my hands tied above my head. The blindfold would be removed and I could see above me a sign, saying ‘free for use’.

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A Kiss is But a Dream

He stood a little over six feet and was solidly built, with a rusty-red beard, shaggy hair, and a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled over at me with a questioning shrug, and then leaned down to Apollo’s height and planted a kiss on his lips.

Apollo was caught by surprise – he’s my husband, I know that look. But the unexpectedness of the kiss notably changed to appreciation, and what may have started as a quick smooch turned into something longer, deeper.

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Slow Words at Midnight

Sleep eludes me. The humidity is high tonight; the air stifling and heavy with heat. Auckland in the heart of summer breathes moisture, and that same dampness has kept me awake when I should be sleeping.

So I have risen, leaving Apollo to slumber. I sit quietly at the keyboard, desk fan whirring beside me and a glass of milk cooling my throat. One cat keeps me company, resting on the chair beside me, while the other is out prowling the neighbourhood, making his mark and claiming his territory.

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All Wanked Out?

The Wankfest 2012 challenge – to masturbate 3 times daily for the month of May – is over. While a bad cold meant that there were five days where I only masturbated once or twice, I did complete the entire month, and I am quite pleased to have done so!

You can see the spreadsheet, comprising all thirty-one days, eighty-four sessions, and what got me off, here.

You can also read my previous updates, throughout the month, here:

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A brief break from wanking to bring you an update

It’s been a busy seven days since my first Wankfest 2012 update, but it’s not, unfortunately, just been from the masturbation. If anything, those frequent breaks for self-pleasure have been welcome pauses in amongst everything else – so that’s all good by me!

If you haven’t been keeping up with my spreadsheet, it’s a good way of seeing how I’ve been getting my rocks off. What I’ve been fantasising about, erotica I’ve been reading, and toys I’ve been using. My fingers have also been getting an excellent workout – both they and my clit are really feeling the effects! Despite creating rather a lot of my own, I’ve also been using lubricant in liberal amounts (I do recommend water-based ID Glide – we keep a pump bottle by the bed, and it’s so damned handy), and that keeps things nice and slick and slippery.

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Sodom: Soaking it up

Sodom is a playground. And so guests are encouraged to play! Try the equipment, have new experiences, make friends, stretch your wings and fly. It’s a safe place to be perverse – and why not? What happens in Sodom stays in Sodom. And if you like it, you can always do it again the next week … 

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Steam fills the air. Water trickles across the tiles and splashes across the steps. The green plants in the corners soak up the jungle heat.  She soaks it up as well. Hot water. Hot partners. Hot hands. Hot tongues.

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Sodom: Impulse moves

The Doyenne had reasons for everything. Even impulsive moves had reasons behind the impulse, and they were considered before that impulse was acted upon. Greeting Caroline had been one such impulse – and going to shake up Arthur would be another.

It was that kind of night. 

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Sodom: Perceptions

What happens at Sodom? It seems like a simple answer – and yet it isn’t. Those for whom it is a myth have one story. Those who attend have another. And for those who work there? What happens at Sodom is different for each of them. 

Perception is a fascinating thing.

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