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Notes: 45 / 2 years ago from smuttynakedness (originally from realnudeart)
dannygo:(via realnudeart)
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2 years ago
All By Myself, pt 3
“Please, stand over there,” he said as he sat down nearby. I looked at him quizzically, the anticipation driving me insane. I was sure my panties were probably wet by now. “What did you have in mind?” I finally asked.
“Nothing. I’m not going to do anything… you are.”
I blinked, say what?
“I want you to do it all to yourself. Expose yourself. Open yourself up to whatever hides within you. Humiliating, degrading, whatever… let your darkest fantasies take you. You have this whole house to choose from, even me if you need me. I know what’s inside you, let it out. Live out your fantasies or,” he paused for effect, “perhaps more accurately, your nightmares. All while I watch.”
At first it seemed like a letdown. What, I’m just gonna masturbate? But as I thought about it, the idea’s impact grew. This seemed like the ultimate exposing of my vulnerability. I’d unleash whatever secrets were inside of me while he watched. No, this was indeed exciting.
“Now,” he went on, “if I like what I see then I’ll reward you. I’ll bring you to the edge of an orgasm and hold you there,” he paused again for a just a bit while he locked eyes with me, “and then lightly push you over,” he added in a whisper.
Oh God, I exhaled a ragged breath. I knew what that meant. Once, I don’t know how he managed to do it, with a combination of his fingers and a set of plugs or dildoes or something he brought me slowly to the edge of a huge orgasm and kept me there for I don’t know how long. I felt frozen in time, caught between an inhale and the exhale of a scream. I thought I’d explode and, well, I did. When he “pushed me over” the rush was like nothing I’d ever felt (and I’m not stranger to orgasms) and somehow he prolonged that too. It seemed to last forever, crashing over me in wave after wave. I remember literally sobbing when it was over. Sobbing! Not little sobs like a child, big hiccup like sobs of a grown, helpless, woman.
I’d do anything, ANYTHING for that again! Some self-degradation or -humiliation wouldn’t stand in the way of THAT.
“But…” he went on, in a much harder, colder voice, “if I’m unimpressed, I’ll hurt you until I see tears.”
At this I started, “hurt you” was his code word for any type of punishment he could come up with. Slapping, spanking, even caning or hard or forced sex. I knew well what he was capable of, and in reality I mostly enjoyed it, but the edge of his voice suggested this would be like nothing we’d done to date. I’d certainly never reached tears before.
Now truth be told this excited me too, and I imagine I’d wind up cumming either way, but I quickly decided the “killer orgasm” would be the reward I’d go for.
And who knows, maybe I’d work in “make me cry” into my offering.
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Notes: 56 / 2 years ago from fetishdesign (originally from bohemea)
Oh wow, this is cool, I totally love the retro feel of this.Ellen Von Unwerth - Revenge
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2 years ago
A Glorious Evening, pt 1
After work we met for drinks. We’d been dating off and on for a while and (as it usually did) the conversation came around to sex. We started talking about various toys when the idea hit, “Lets go shopping!” and we decided to swing by an adult toy shop that, not surprisingly, we both knew.
After looking at the various movies and toys for a bit we both — besides becoming quite hot — came to look at an electric starter kit thing. The whole electro thing was new to both of us but we were curious. It was also insanely expensive.
“We offer discounts,” chimed in the sales girl who just happened to be watching us.
“Huh?”
“Yeah, um, there,” and she flipped her head towards the back wall where the doors to the men’s and women’s bathrooms were clearly marked: PAYING CUSTOMERS ONLY.
“If you are, you know, into it.”
Slowly it dawns on us. “Uh, sure,” we both agree. “Ok,” she smiles, and glancing once more at you, she walks away.
… to be continued
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Notes: 287 / 2 years ago from kalikatime (originally from indieporn)
Oh the anticipation…Julie Ordon as Marie-Louise
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2 years ago
All By Myself, pt 2
The cabin was just as I remembered it, nestled back in the woods, furnished simply yet elegantly. He led me in like he usually did and as he did so I let the anticipation well up inside of me. What was he working on in that head of his? Would it be mental games, like when he had me stand, naked, on a table with my legs spread holding my lips open while he just sat and stared? Staring as I got wetter and wetter? He liked exposing me or, more accurately, having me expose myself. It was making me vulnerable that he liked I think. Without question it was what I liked. There was something thrilling, dangerous even, about exposing oneself so fully to someone.
Would that be his game this time: vulnerability? There would also undoubtedly be some degrading aspect that he was into that also excited me. I can’t say why this excited me, but it certainly did. He once leaned me over a couch and had me hold my ass cheeks open, fully exposing my entire ass, and told me to narrate in intimate detail having forced anal sex while he simply caressed up and down my ass crack and around my anus. It was so hot I had a hard time keeping my voice from shaking and I almost came while he touched me.
Of course there was time he took me out into the woods on a rainy day and DID force anal sex on me. Far from being painful it was a great — and I must say quite intense — experience with my face pushed down in the damp earth, rain sprinkling on my bare backside as he took me, but I totally digress…
…to be continued
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Notes: 2 / 2 years ago from aberrantbeauty
Posted for a friend who might like it…(via bodyscape)
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2 years ago
Stall Speed, pt 3
After a bit, he pulls out and stands up. ”Hmm, I have to pee.” Um, WTF? You think, what’s this sick fuck gonna do now? And before you realize it he’s really peeing! peeing right between your legs and into the toilet.
You watch him pee for a bit and then… “Hope I don’t miss,” he says playfully. And then — that was NOT an accident — he misses. His stream hits you square in the pussy just for a second. You jump and pull against the ties (again? like it’s gonna work this time?). It’s hot and it splashes all over your thighs. ”Sorry” he offers. BASTARD! You watch him finish, shake the last few drops off and tuck his cock away, pulling up his pants.
“Thirsty?” he asks. And he pulls out a small paper cup from his pocket. Is this what he went off to get? He kneels down again before you — you can’t quite see what he’s doing — but you can feel his finger slowly rub your clit some more and… is that the paper cup? Yes, it IS. Then you get it, you can feel his cum slowly drip out of you and you can feel him using the lip of the cup to scoop it up.
“Here we go…” he says, standing. He bends over you and pulls your bottom lip out and pours the cum into your mouth, between you lip and gums. Then, as you feel it run around your gums into the back of your cheeks he pulls the panties from your mouth. Now “shhhhh” he says, I wouldn’t want to have to leave you here again, and he places his hand over your mouth.
At the same time the taste of his cum fills your mouth, he starts in again on your clit with his hand. The taste of his cum overwhelms you, which you don’t mind at all, but there’s the taste of your own pussy that keeps you off kilter a bit. And what is that other salty taste? Shocked you realize that your whole crotch is wet with his pee, THAT is what it is! You start to gag but he tightens his hand on your mouth. ”Swallow” he says quietly and without any other options, you do.
Almost against your will but tied tight, spent and hopelessly humiliated you can only succumb as he rubs your clit and cunt and brings you to another orgasm, and then one more time for good measure. Finally he unties you and helps you into your panties while pulling them all the way up. Without pulling you bra down he buttons your blouse.
“I like ‘em ‘put away wet’” he says. There’s that grin again too.
Afterwards it’s hard to walk but you do the best you can to the door. ”See you this afternoon?” he says smiling, “I’m free at 3:00.”
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Notes: 1 / 2 years ago from aberrantbeauty
(via bodyscape)
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2 years ago
All By Myself, pt 1
“I’ve got something a little different in mind,” he offered. Huh, I thought, “a little different” indeed. Everything about our relationship was “a little different” starting from the very first time we’d had sex. He held my arms above my head whole on top of me and I took that as clue that he might be open to more. When I told him to slap me as he came he happily obliged, slapping my face repeatedly as he thrust into me, groaning and cumming, and it was incredible. From there on “different” in describing our relationship became something of an understatement.
We were on the way to his cabin. He had a small cabin out on a few acres in the woods. It was nicely secluded, a fact we used to our advantage several times before now.
“So any hints?” I offered coyly, but I really expected none.
“You’ll see,” he smiled.
…to be continued
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