Fucking and Being Fucked

With a groan I slowly unfolded myself and sprawled flat on on my front, mashing my udders into the bed. I had been on my elbows and knees for a long intense fuck: my hair pulled hard so I would rise up and tense my muscles; my cunt rutted in forcefully, followed by shallow teasing and then more deep plundering. I was feeling aches in all sorts of places – most of them very good.

I wanted to make the most of the break I’d begged to have, so I rolled over to one side, propped myself up on an elbow, and watched the continuation of play with interest. m’Lady called out: “Turn over, fuckpig, and take the same position. I’m not done.” The fuckpig’s face was shiny, showing where I had constantly dripped lubrication and ejaculatory juices onto her as I was fucked. I leaned in to nuzzle her ear and smell my umami aroma on her skin, my owner grasped her buttocks to open wide her holes for plundering. Earlier I’d had my tongue buried in the lovely arsehole now on show, and as I leaned back I could see that it still glistened damply. But that was not the hole m’Lady wanted – yet – and the fuckpig cried out as cock thrust hard into her cunt, and ey began the same forceful fucking I’d been receiving just a minute earlier.

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Watching Has its Own Rewards

I can see from watching that you know how to treasure your body: what works for you, how to touch yourself to bring responsiveness and pleasure.  You don’t place the focus solely on your cock – you also pay attention to the rest of your body, have learnt where your various special erogenous areas are.

As you masturbate – and as I watch and as you watch me watching – you are full of variety. Sometimes you remain for a time with one movement or action, then you change, varying speed or altering rhythm to keep things going.  You don’t use just the one hand (although you can), instead playing yourself with both. Placing your palms on each side of your cock to shift the skin up and down the shaft; moving your fingertips below to fondle your scrotum so very lightly; sliding the other hand up to scratch at your belly, cup your breasts, tease out a nipple. Slipping a finger into your mouth, then your anus. Groaning. Teasing yourself. Teasing me.

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Sodom: Who watches?

There are hidden depths to Sodom. Places that visitors will never know exists, let alone visit. Where else can the owner and the staff do their jobs, let alone relax when the club is closed?

One place is hidden in plain sight. A slim door marked ‘Supplies’ between two bathrooms, perpetually seen padlocked. If anyone thinks of it at all, it’s to assume it has the usual – a mop and bucket, some cleaner, some loo paper. Instead, it has something much more interesting tucked inside…  

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Who was watching?

The lovely Vanillamom was inspired by my recent What a View posting, and wrote some hot erotica indeed! So hot it made me squirm …

It’s called ‘The Window’, and this is how it begins:

He was watching her again. He was standing at his window, telescope set, when she walked into her bedroom. He watched her peel off layer after layer of her day, until she was down to her silky maroon chemise and “gawd amighty thank you, ” he whispered reverently, panties to match. He watched her hair swing against her back, and he smiled when she opened her closet door. Inside that door was a full length mirror, so now he could see her from the front and back simultaneously. Heavenly!

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Cat-Eyed

It’s a cat’s-eye view, as I lie across the end of the bed. I’m sprawled comfortably on my belly, while Apollo and Demeter are perpendicular to me, spooning and snuggling together. Demeter’s legs are crossed over mine, and I rest my head on one arm to look up at them giggling and kissing.

Our cats have seen this view many times – not of Demeter, but of Apollo and I, making love without even trying to kick determined felines out of the room. They discover quickly that in-between us in no longer a viable sleeping spot, and retreat to the end by the footboard, staking out fresh territory and defending it from feet.

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Sadistic Moments

There are moments that stay with me throughout the evening. Moments that I endeavour to hold onto, to clasp within my fingers and not lose in the rush of pain, of endorphins, of submission. Some are captured by the camera for later. Some are held only behind my eyelids.

There is Dionysos: slowly and deliberately rolling up the (crimson red) sleeves of his shirt, the fabric folding over and over as his forearms are revealed. There is me, kneeling before him: sharply chided as my eyes slide sideways to see what Kiana is doing. There is me, my face reddening as my eyes snap back to focus on his; his scowl; his fingers folding his shirt-sleeves.

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Wanking

I love to watch men wank (I know, you’re all shocked to hear that. But it’s worth writing about). I love to see their fingers curl around their cock, the caress of their fingertips on their own skin, the slide of palm up and down their shaft.

I like to relax, leaning on my side, our legs touching and torsos close, not interfering but watching instead – an invited voyeur, if you will. I like taking the time to focus on their face, their expression, and then looking down to the undulation that is the connection of their hand and cock.

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A Hard Day’s Play – Part 3

In this entry: fellatio, (consensual) voyeurism, and intense cunnilingus. Delightful fun!

I’m down on my knees, adoring Adonis’ cock (as I so love to do), as he sits on the edge of the bed. He has kindly allowed me to put a pillow down, so I have some small softness between me and the floor-boards. I’m leaning forward enough that my cheeks are not resting on my heels, and thus I’m not feeling the welts on either my arse or my feet. My back aches from the flogging, but I’m enjoying myself far too much to care.

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