25 06 2009

X is cruel. This text conversation happened while I was at work…….

X: Hi there sexy.
Z: Hiya hun.
X: What’s up?
Z: At work. Bored.
X:  Aw…..would you rather be sucking my cock?
Z: Of course baby! ;)
X: Yay. :)
Z: I horny. :P
X: So? Whaat does my slave want me to do about that?
Z: I don’t know. You’re my Master. Whatever pleases you makes me happy.
X: What does my slave think would please her master?
Z: Letting Master fuck my mouth until you’re good and hard, then bending over and letting you fuck my ass? Would that please you, Sir?
X: Yes slave, it would. What else?
Z: Good. I love being a good slave and pleasing Master. And I said, I’ll do whatever makes you happy…..
X: What else do you think I would like, toy?
Z: I’m not your toy. Slave is different.
X: Slave, you will be what I want you to be.
Z: No.
X: Spank. What was that slave?
Z: I said no. I don’t have to listen to everything you say. Bite.
X: Smack. Yes you do slave. You will do what I tell you to.
Z: And if I don’t?
X: I would grab your shoulders and force you to your knees, shoving my cock all the way down your throat, not even pulling out when you gag.
Z: I don’t feel like being a good obedient slave today….I’d fight to pull away, maybe let my teeth press into you a little bit.
X:I would hold you there.
Z: I’d bite you.
X: I would pull you away and smack you hard.
Z: I wouldn’t like that. At all. I’d be on the verge of tears and slightly more obedient…..for a little.
X: I would bend you over and slide into you, making sure you were being good.
Z: I’d struggle a bit, just to make sure you knew I wasn’t happy about obeying.
X: I would wrap my fingers around your throat and squeeze just a little to let you know I am in control.
Z: I’d squeak in surprise, then I’d try to bite your arm. But I’d love being forced to obey. It’d get me so close to cumming…
X: I would fuck you hard and fast, then stop when you got close.
Z: I’d whine. And tell you to stop being mean and let me cum.
X: I would keep doing that, saying: why should I let you cum slave?
Z: I’d pout nd say in an innocent voice: Because I’m such a good slave, Sir.
Sitting in an office chair, dripping wet and unable to imagine anything except getting fucked, is NOT FUN. Pout.

HNT 2.05: In Your Dreams

25 06 2009


I love the color yellow. And I love the words on the back. I do not love my flat ass. Haha.

Happy HNT everyone!!

Possession Fantasy

23 06 2009

My hand is threaded in your hair, pulling your head back, making you look at me.

“I don’t take brattiness from my toys,” I emphasis my point with a sharp tug on your hair. You’re kneeling between my legs as I sit on my bed, looking down at you. “Do you understand me?” You nods as best he can.

“Good. My toy is making up for being a little brat earlier and teasing me,” I can feel you visibly prickle at my possessive tone. You’ve wanted to be the dominant one today but I had other plans. I motion for you to get onto the bed and you tries to bend me over it. Bad life choice. My hand comes up and smacks you hard across the face, leaving a bright red mark. I take advantage of your momentary shock and restrain you.

I’m no longer feeling nice.

I drop myself down onto your cock and begin to ride you hard. My hand comes up and grabs you by the back of your head, forcing your face to press into my breasts. My hips move fast against yours, my pussy squeezing your cock. You’re gasping and I can tell you’re begining to get close.

I stop all movement and force you to look me in the eyes, “Who do you belong to?”


“Wrong answer. If you don’t get it right, I won’t let you cum.”

“I belong to my Mistress.”

“Wrong again……” I see the confusion written on your face. You’d thought you’d gotten it right that time.

I move my hips slowly, teasingly. “It was that pesky little possessive pronoun there that got you in trouble. You are my slave. MY toy. And my toys aren’t allowed to own anything. You are mine. And everything you consider yours is mine when you’re my slave.”

“I belong to Mistress…..” you trail off. I just smile and begin to fuck you again, this time filth spilling from my lips.

“You heard me right toy. I own you. And I own every little bit of you.” I bite down on your neck and you groan.

“I own your dirty mouth that loves to pleasure my pussy. I own your ass and I can fuck it whenever I like. I own this cock inside of me. It’s for making me cum. That’s your sole purpose in life: pleasing me. You. Are. My. Toy.”  My words have gotten you so close to the edge. But I’m far from being done playing with you.

So I stop. I stroke the side of your face. “You know how I know that I own you?” You’re panting from being so close. And at this point will tell me pigs can fly if only to get me to continue to fuck you. You shake your head no.

“You have a girlfriend. You want to marry her. But here you are. Your slutty cock buried deep inside me.” I grab you by the hair again, pressing you into my chest as I start fucking you again. “You can’t get enough of me. You can’t fucking stop. And you fucking love that I can do this to you.” I’m close to cumming now and I’m griding my clit hard against you. “I turn you into a begging little toy who’s only thought is how to please me so I’ll let you cum. How sad is that?”

I lose my train of thought momentarily as an orgasm rips through my body, leaving me gasping and moaning on top of him. Once I recover, I continue. Fucking you slowly now. Teasing you. Making you insane.

“I bet I could tell you to tie her up and bring her to me and you’d let me fuck her. You’d love for me to tie you to a chair and force you to watch as I fucked your precious little girlfriend with my strapon. It’d make you so hard knowing that I could make her scream. And she’d watch you. And see you obeying my every word. What would she think toy? Oh. I would enjoy showing her just how good of a slave you are to me….”

I speed up my fucking. And you’re nearly incoherent. My words have turned you into a begging mess and you keep pleading to let you cum.

“No. Now shut the fuck up toy. I never said you could speak.” You look at me wide eyed. I’ve never told you to shut up before. It distracts you for a second. Making you forget for a moment how bad you want to cum.

“I never said you had permission to speak. My dildos don’t speak to me and I don’t expect you to either. Once I’m done using you. Only then can you cum,” I twist your nipples hard and you wince in pain.

I fuck myself on your cock as though it’s just a dildo. It doesn’t take me long to cum again. And then again. I smile. Satisfied.

I lean over and bite your ear. “Ready to cum for me slave?” You nod.

“Good.” My pussy is soaking wet and you slide in and out so easily. After all the teasing you’ve been through it doesn’t take you long to get close to orgasm. I can tell and I lean down , pushing my tits in your face as I tell you to imagine how disgusted your girlfriend would be if she saw you like this. If she saw you with another woman allowing yourself to be treated as a glorified dildo. And a good dildo you are. You’re so very good at staying hard and not making any noise. Just like a real dildo.

My hips speed up and right as you hit the point of no return, I slide up far enough that your cock slips out of me. You cum all over your stomach. But the utter lack of friction as you went over the edge left the orgasm unsatisfying. You look at me and I can see the frustration in your eyes. You look mad.

I just laugh.

“You’re my toy. I said you could cum but I never said you were allowed to cum hard. Poor little slut. You’re going to need fucked again aren’t  you?” When you nod I just laugh again.

“Too bad I have better things to do.” I smirk, grab my robe and walk out of the room.

June Random Updates

21 06 2009
  • My appeal at school got approved so I’ll be back at the place I consider home in the fall. Yay!! The shadow of not being able to go back to school in the fall, hanging over my head, was what caused my massive writer’s block the past couple weeks. Now that I’m good, my mood is up and the will to write has returned quite strongly. So expect me to actually be updating a few times a week now. :)
  • I havent had sex in seven weeks. Yes. You read that correctly. SEVEN WEEKS.
  • X misses me. And misses fucking me a lot. We’ve been exchanging dirty photos and videos. He got off three times thinking about me yesterday. I think that’s pretty damn flattering. Though it does beg the question of: How come we only have sex once usually? I want to be fucked three different times in one day. Pout. You need to work on that hun.
  • I thought X and I had experimented with EVERYTHING we were interested at this point. Apparently not. This is why I love the summer. We talk about all the things we want to do and new fun things come out. Like trying ‘ass-to-mouth’ and a few things along with that, me being more domminant and less worried about what he’ll think, a few different role-play ideas, biting me until I bleed, and a few others.
  • Since I got my suspension appealed, X is rewarding me. When we get back to school, I get a WHOLE WEEKEND OF SEX. Basically, we’ll only be getting out of bed to eat (and fuck in the kitchen), shower (and fuck in the shower) and find other places in his apartment to fuck. I really like this idea. Two and a half days of sex. I’ll be in heaven. And in X’s own words: I’ll  make sure it’s a weekend you never, ever forget.
  • I think people need to comment on my blog more. I love, love, love getting comments. But I know I don’t always respond to them. So for the next month I’m going to make a point to reply to each and everyone of my comments. So take advantage of it! If you’ve never commented before, stop being a lurker! I don’t bite! At least not much…..;)

Father’s Day

21 06 2009

I bought blue hydrangeas today and put them on my father’s grave.

Father’s Day always makes me sad. It’s a celebration of someone I no longer have in my life. And it’s rough. I make a point to go to his grave every Father’s Day (and every holiday I’m home for. and sometimes just because.)

This year, I went alone.

The area around the headstone is covered in weeds and moss. The granite is dirty. But what stands out is the kissmark in lipgloss I left last year. I’m impressed it weathered the elements.

My mother resents my father for dying on her. She resents the man she knows she would have divorced. The man whose insurance policy was only enough to pay off the house, not enough to insure she never had to work again. She hates him for leaving her with us. And for limiting her life while he was alive. So she doesn’t visit his grave anymore. She hasn’t for years.

My brother was 6 when he died. And he doesn’t talk about my dad often. Sometimes I think he doesn’t remember his dad and it scares him. He never wants to go to the cemetery because he has his father-figure, alive and well, in the form of my mother’s fiance.

My dad and I were so much alike. And I miss him so much. So much of my personality and hobbies stem from him. I don’t understand why he was taken from me. And I hate the world a little because of it. But I could never hate him.

So this is for you, Daddy. Happy Father’s Day. It’s been 8 years without you. But I haven’t stopped missing you.

A Gangbang Fantasy by X

20 06 2009

X usually isn’t too verbal in telling me what he wants.

He prefers to let me do most of the talking. And when you have a lover who’s a sex blogger, it’s not a surprise. Not to sound arrogant, but I think to think I’m pretty good at writing about sex. But he’s been unusually verbal about what he wants and what he wants me to do the past few days. So when he offered to write me a ’short-story about you getting gangbanged,’ I couldn’t really say no. This is far too short for my liking, but hot nevertheless.

Well, just think about this:  You’d be at my apartment and I’d tell you I needed to run off to the store really fast to grab some stuff. I’d have some friends waiting outside, 5 other guys, all interested in fucking you. I’d walk out, and tell them to come in in 5 minutes. I’d walk back in and grab you, tying you up, so that you’re in the doggie position, on all fours, your ass pointing towards the door. And then I’d call them in, every one of them would strip naked, and one by one they would shove their cocks into your mouth, fucking your face hard as you gag on their meat. I’d be behind you, toying your ass with a dildo so it was nice and stretched out. They would finish with your mouth, and I would get under you, sliding my cock deep into your pussy as they decided who would fuck your tight ass first.You would have one in your ass, one in your pussy, and one in your mouth and we’d all thrust in and out, all cumming in all your holes at once, filling you up, before the others take our places. We would keep going, hard and fast until all of us had cum in your pussy and your ass.
I like him. :)

Dressing Room Fantasy

19 06 2009

It’s always nice to have a girl friend to go shopping with. A second opinion is always key.

It’s a nice perk to get to share dressing rooms.When the store is busy and all the rooms are full it’s nothing out of the ordinary for two friends to share a room. With a couple of pieces of clothing each, we step into the room. There’s been a bit of an unspoken and ongoing flirtation between us. I think you’re cute. Not sure what you think about me. But it’s not like that matters too much in my books. If I want you, I’ll have you.

I put those thoughts to the side as I slide out of my clothes and pull the dress over my head. Too big. You can see the pink of my bra clearly where the sides hang low. I glance over at you as you pull the shirt you just tried on off. I smirk to myself. The thoughts I tried to banish are rushing back.

I look at the other clothes I brought in with me and decide I don’t like them as much as before. I sit down on the stool in the corner and wait for you to finish. I’m getting antsy. That’s why I didn’t try on the rest of my clothes. I’m torn between what I want to do and what I know I shouldn’t. But the forbidden is oh so tempting.

While I’ve been musing to myself, you’ve tried on another dress and have turned to ask me what I think. I like it. A lot. And I tell you so. I stand up as you turn to look back in the mirror. You’re not paying attention to me as you examine the way the dress clings to you in just the right way. I’m glad you’re distracted, it makes making up my mind so much easier.

Quickly I clap my hand over your mouth and grab you by the hair from behind. I pull your head back onto my shoulder and ghost my lips across your ear.

“Be quiet,” I order and you glare at me. I feel your tongue against my palm, and teeth, trying to get my hand off your mouth. Sorry. I dont’ bend that easily. I bite down on your neck, then kiss the spot gentle. The more I kiss your neck , the more I feel you relax. Your breath is hot against my hand and I hear a muffled squeak as I lightly bite your earlobe, sucking it into my mouth.

“You going to be quiet now?” I say gruffly, voice just barely above the din of the dressing room. You nod and I release your mouth. My hand is still tangled in your hair but now that the other is free, I let it wander.

Your body is pressed against me as my hands explore. My eyes meet yours briefly in the mirror and I smirk at your confused yet aroused expression. I cup your breast, tweaking the nipple lightly through your clothing. That elicits a moan that sends heat shooting between my legs. I pinch harder and the moan that I get in response is loud enough for me to remind you that there are people all around us.  You swallow loudly and nod. You don’t want to get caught.

My hand trails lower and I meet your eyes in the mirror. They’re wide, unsure of how far I want to take this.  Though it only takes moments for you to figure out my intentions as my hand unabashidly slides into your underwear to find you soaking wet.

“Turned on much?” I chuckle, running my tongue along the shell of your ear. You just nod. I’m not sure why you’re cooperating so well. I expected more fight. But considering I think you’re shell-shocked by the audacity I have teasing you like this in a public dressing room, your complacentness isn’t too surprising.

My fingers find your hard clit and rub over it lightly. You gasp and then bite your lip, your eyes drifting closed. The thrill of being almost in public makes your hips squirm and press back against me. I’m soaking wet but I don’t care. I’m enthralled by watching you in the mirror as my fingers tease you. I take it one step further and slide a single finger into you. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and your hips begin to lightly ride my finger. My thumb caresses your clit and I feel your knees weaken as you let some of your weight rest on me.

I curl my finger inside you, hitting a spot that makes you want to moan. But with a harsh bite to your ear I remind you of the people laughing and talking on the other side of the flimsy dressing room walls. I speed up, intent on making you cum right here in this dressing room. You shake your head, knowing what I want. You’re embarrassed by the fact that you’re so turned on. Only a few more minutes and you gasp loudly and I feel your pussy contract around my fingers.

I withdraw my finger and wipe it on my pants as I turn you around. I kiss you hard and long, enjoying the feel of your body against mine. I let you go and tell you to get dressed. We have more shopping to do.

Video Games and Gangbangs

19 06 2009

How to turn a conversation about video games into a conversation about gangbangs:

X: I’m shooting terrorists
Z: fun! what game?
X: indeed! rainbow 6 vegas 2
Z: fun!  oh! i told you we have my brother’s xbox and his copy of left4dead and all his 360games for this year right? lol
X: I know. I’m bringing this too
Z: yay! is it fun?
X: AMAZING! you’ll suck at it though. lol
Z: why?!?!?!?!
X: because it takes some actual thought.  not just shooting randomly
Z: i can do that!!!!!
X: it’s really complicated
Z: hmph. i am insulted by your insinuation that i can’t do complicated video games. i played RPGs my whole childhood! those are complicated!
X: lol. this isn’t RPG complicated
X: this is “oh god there are 14 guys shooting me at once” complicated
X: then again,  you’re a whore
X: you’re used to that ;)
Z: hahahaha. true. i mean, i think i’d be okay with taking on 14 guys at once.
X: I’d be impressed
Z: why is that?
X: if you took on 14 guys? you would be REALLY fucking sore
Z: mmm. but it’d be really fucking fun!
X: lol oh?  you should put up flyers “looking for extras in a gangbang experiment”
Z: hahahahaha. you’d enjoy watching me get gangbanged. lol.
X: I would. I’d film it for you
Z: hehe. why? you wouldn’t want to participate?
X: lol, I’d be the first guy to dump his load in your pussy. the first of many. ;)
X: and then maybe we could find a girl who would be willing to eat it out of you
Z: hehehe. fun! i’d make you take me to get plan B as soon as it was over. fyi. haha
X: lol why is that?
Z: that much cum in my pussy? not sure i’d trust my birthcontrol with mass amounts of sperm
X: you’d love it though
Z: why do you think that? haha
X: you would love the thought that you had just had 14 guys dump load after load of cum deep in your pussy
Z: mmmm. true.

And this is why X is my best friend. Hahahahaha.

HNT 2.04: Books and Boobs

18 06 2009


You know you have serious writer’s block when you post two HNT’s in a row…..

HNT 2.03: Hotel Rooms

10 06 2009


Hotel room mirrors are just somehow better than the ones at home….