Halloween 2010

"I think Captain Jack Sparrow has a crush on you..."

The baritone of your voice vibrates through your chest and into my ear, causing me to close my eyes and inhale contentedly. Never breaking the rhythm of our slow sway to the local band's passable rendition of Patsy Cline's "Crazy," I reluctantly lift my head from where it has been resting happily against your chest. You incline your head slightly and my gaze follows past Beetlejuice, a pair of adorable sailor girls, and an assortment of witches, vampires, and zombies to where a drunken and dishevled approximation of the famous big-screen buccaneer leans precariously over the second-story railing that surrounds the dance floor, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Shameless, the way he is gawking, but then the same descriptor could aptly describe the pirates-eye view afforded by the neckline of my Naughty Policewoman costume.

Your low chuckle brings my attention back to you, and in contrast to the falseness of my eyelashes and long black wig, the blush that creeps from my cheeks to my decolettage is very real. Your big hands slide from my narrow waist down to the fabric that stretches tightly over my generous backside. "Let him stare, Baby..." you murmur in my ear as you pull me tighter into you, "It's probably the biggest thrill he's going to get tonight..."

My hands move up to rest behind your neck and we turn in a slow circle, swaying easily through the last strains of the song. I tell you I'm ready to get out of this place and back to the hotel suite you have booked for us. You raise no argument as you take my hand, escorting me out into the chilly October air. Low wolf-whistles arising from the smokers gathered outside the bar follow us to the car. I'm driving: you've had one too many beers tonight.

Perhaps its the beer, possibly the residual energy from the crowd of pumped-up Halloween revelers... hell, maybe just the sheer chemistry we have but we are barely a mile down the road and my right breast is out of confinement and in your big hand. I peel my eyes from the road for a moment to admire the contrast of my moonlit pale skin against the shadow of your chocolate brown fingers. It's damn difficult to drive while my nipple is being teased, pinched, suckled, nibbled. Damn difficult. But we make it, and when I put the car in park and begin to tuck my tits back into my clothes, you start giving me my orders.

"When we get inside, you are going to drop to your knees. I am going to stand in front of you and you are going to pull my big black cock out of my pants and start sucking it. You will keep sucking it as I fuck your face. You will gag and drool but you will not stop until I tell you."

"When I do tell you that you may stop, you will stand up and walk over to the table. You will bend over. I am going to come up behind you and rip off your clothes, then fuck the shit out of you while you are wearing your black 'fuck-me' boots and red 'fuck-me' corset. Do you know why? Because you've behaved like such a little slut and little sluts need their pussies to be punished."

"I'm going to pound you with big black cock until you scream my name and squirt cum all over it, until it runs down your legs into your boots. Then do you know what I am going to do? Do you, slut?"

"Yes, Sir..." I whisper, eyes closed and shuddering at the visuals in my mind.

"Tell me. Tell me what I'm going to do next. Say it!"

"Mmmm...... you're going to fuck me in the ass, Sir..." an involuntary groan muffles my words.

"What?! I can't hear you. Speak up!"

Louder, on a shuddering exhale, "You're going to fuck me in my ASS, Sir!"

"That's right. My dirty little slut is going to get a big black cock stuffed up her asshole while she holds the Hitachi Magic Wand on her clit. She will be fucked hard in the ass like the whore she is; fucked till she screams and squirts again; then her asshole is going to be filled with hot sticky cum. That's what she gets for dressing up like she wants to get fucked."

"Now get out of the car and go inside."

"Yes, Sir."

I am breathless and my head is spinning as we cross the parking lot and as I mount the stairs in front of you, your hand plays under my dress and between my inner thighs, which are already slick with anticipation.

I am fairly trembling as the key card slides into the lock and the door clicks.

Blizzard Warning

Let the snow slice across the window
Let the wind scream in angry protest...
We are huddled safe, warm
Under the soft flannel sheets
Flesh to flesh, breath to breath
Heartbeat to heartbeat
As you move dexterously within me
Moaning your release into my ear
And I scream in ardent pleasure...
As my nails slice across your skin.

This Morning, G...

-G-:

This morning...

I am going to put on your blindfold, and then
I am going to put the Wand in the forced orgasm belt and hogtie you. your breasts and nipples have already been pumped, licked, pinched, pulled, flogged to stinging hardness. I am going to take a piece of twine, twine I put in the freezer for a few minutes, and tie it to the base of each nipple, then attach your nipple vibrators.

I want the pain to be exquisite baby.

Being on your stomach only increases the intensity of the Wand's vibrations. your asshole is filled with a lubed butt plug.

I am going to take your lovely face between my hands and fuck your face, driving the shaft to the back of your throat again and again.

After your first orgasm, I am going to untie you darling. I am going to untie you and fuck your soaked pussy from behind until you squirt so hard you blow me across the room.

Mmmm....those words....

Say them...

Shout them breathlessly to me my love.

"I...."

"I'm ....cumming Sir."

Toys: The Tazapper

The Tazapper arrived at Sir's place last week and I spent the whole week in a dither.

"Did you test it on yourself?!" I asked, for the umpteenth time.

"Mmmhmm..." he replied blandly, offering nothing further. Baiting me. Dammit.

"AND?!!!?" I demanded.

".... I think you'll like it...." Dismissively. Clearly our conversation on the topic was ended. There would be no details.

Which left me in wet anticipation for the rest of the week. just the way he wanted me.

Finally Friday, Sir, and the Tazapper all arrived. I was allowed to examine it, but not to "test" it.

It looks like some sort of dagger version of a light-sabre. About 18 inches long, half handle, half conical plasticky business end. Really, I suppose it could pass for a kids' toy, if one didn't know what it does (note to self: hide this from the children)!

Flash forward: Sir had me bound, gagged, blindfolded, spreader bar between my ankles, vibrating nipple clamps in place.... he moved around the room silently, making occasional deliberate noises to heighten my anticipation. I knew it MUST be coming, but when? Where? and HOW would it feel?

I was on the brink of a delicious squirting orgasm courtesy of a glass dildo and the Eroscillator... when he did it. It sent me plummeting away from my orgasm as quickly as anything ever has. ZAP!!!

Right on my inner thigh ligament... the one that helps form the hollow between my pussy and my leg... a supremely sensitive spot. Zowie.

And..... mmmmmmm......

It was followed almost immediately by another matching ZAP!!! on the other side, then one on the side of my breast: that one seemed to shoot down my arm a bit. OuchDammitFreakyCoolYowza.

More please....

He did this several more times, just as I was cresting orgasms, until I was dying to cum. It was one of the best orgasms of my life.

So what does it feel like? Hmmm... hard to describe. Imagine someone takes a little rubber band and snaps you with it. Close, except that the sensation travels outward from the point of impact a little, sort of slithers under your skin... and the sting goes away almost instantaneously, unlike the aforementioned rubber band.

Or just imagine a static electricity shock times about 25. Oh, and you know its coming.

Now I think I have a fairly high pain tolerance, but I will be the first to admit that i probably rank fairly middle-of-the-road in KinkVille. The power of the Tazapper is about perfect for me. It bites, especially on the sensitive spots (no, I haven't let him use it on my clit yet...shudder...). But I would imagine that there are some out there who might think it just barely tickles. It only has one power setting. So it would take some serious electrical pimping-out to make it do anything more.

Still, it's a novelty and a nice addition to our toybox... and just knowing its in there makes putting the blindfold on all that much more interesting.

Phone Sex

Tonight...

the molten honey of your voice will enrobe my skin
oozing along the smooth folds of my secret cleft
insinuating itself between my ears
to sweetly glaze my throbbing brain

decadent and thick
sticky and electric
pressing me heavily
urging
insisting
to the whiteout place that waits
the realm of screaming nerves
of clenching thrashing gasping
gushing wetness
taut skin

Release...

i will crash
dazed and blissful
into your soothing murmured words
the arms and chest and lips
that catch and cradle
and bring me home