Caught Your Eye, Across the Room

“There’s a certain decadence,” he opined. “In reading something and listening to your woman pleasure herself, just… enjoying the noises she makes.”

I suppose this is especially true when you’re doing it for the sake of his pleasure, and he knows it. You could be doing it anywhere else: in the shower, in the next room, not in ear shot, not right beside him, not so close he could smell your pussy. But you chose for him to hear you, to listen to you come while you touch yourself.

Then you come.

“Did that feel good, baby?”

“Yesss… yes,” you pant.

“But I think you need another, because you got my dick hard,” he murmurs. Continue reading

“No” is my Favorite Foreplay

I should know by now that teasing him isn’t something he’ll let me get away with easily. And teasing him when I’m begging him to spare me from embarrassment, to spare me, us being found out… that’s just… dangerous.

“I bet you’d love to slap me across my sassy mouth right now… but you can’t… it would be too loud.”

I taunt him like this. He pinches my nipple and twists it and rolls it between his fingertips. He pinches it until my mouth is open in a silent cry, my fist in between my teeth, as I try, try, try not to make a noise.

“Now… I’m rather inventive,” he murmurs. “I can figure out other ways to hurt you and make you ache without… slapping you. There are places I can pinch, holes I can fill.” Continue reading

TMI Tuesday: the Sexy Things we Do and Say

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1. Close your eyes and think about having sex with your lover. Now, what was the first image that came to your mind? Was it foreplay? What kind of sex? What position? Where?

The lecture theatre at my job. On the long conference table that dominates the “stage” area. No one else is there, or watching, it’s late, it’s quiet, no one in the building except for maybe security. The lights are dim in the theatre, except for the bright overhead lights over the table. I’m on my hands and knees on the table and he’s fucking me from behind. His palms are flat and wide, sliding up my back, stroking my skin, up into my hair, massaging my scalp, using my hair to tug me up to him, he’s biting and kissing my shoulders, his tongue is tracing my tattoos, his free hand is wrapped around my body, arm resting against my hip bone, fingers stroking the sweet space between my thigh and my pelvis, right where the joint connects… he’s whispering… whispering… and I can’t quite make out the words but the idea of what they could be makes me shiver.

2. What is that most memorable thing that you or your partner said immediately after sex?

Heh. There’s usually a lot of mumbling and sighing and and whimpering and “you okay, baby?” and “thank you, Sir/Daddy” and “that was so good.” We’re both usually pretty worn and we talk a lot during… sooooooo, yea.

3. Whether reward or punishment, a part of your body must be shown on a huge billboard in the heart of your city/town. Which body part will you select to be 14 feet tall by 48 feet wide (4.27 meters x 14.63 meters)?

My calves.

4. You are about to lose your power of speech, what’s the one thing you would want to tell someone before that happens?

No matter who I was around, I’d more than likely say: I love you–because it’s one of the most beautiful things you can say to someone and if I could never say it aloud again, that’s what I’d want to say.

5. You are stricken with a disorder that causes you to blurt out a single phrase every time you orgasm? What is that phrase?

Just for shits and giggles I’d want it to be “the Lannisters send their regards!” or “Winter is coming!” —-(Whatcha think, Sir? =P)

Bonus: If you had to make out with a friend (same sex or opposite sex) to save the world from mass destruction, whom would you pick?

I’ll assume Sir isn’t an option and go with ANY of my hot lady blogger friends. ;)

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Music Appreciation Monday: ‘Cause You’re All I Need

First, let me just say I’m a dick blogger. I’ve found myself getting busier and busier, and when I have a spare moment, I’m writing, but, nothing seems interesting enough to post here lately. I think I’m just enjoying myself too much…  don’t know if I’m able to do it justice. There’s some things happening that I’m indecisive about talking about on the blog too, and that is happening a lot, so… haha. I’m a tease, I know. And I feel like a real twat. Not only did I miss my own meme, but that meme is that last thing I posted on this blog last week! I fully intend to post some stuff soon. I still need to decide what I’m going to do (if anything—I was so enthusiastic ten days ago… now look at me!) for my 500th post. I’ve had some interesting suggestions via email and tumblr–mostly requests for pictures and audio. Though I don’t think anyone would be happy to hear my voice! Haha, so maybe I won’t do an audio post as a favor to everyone. =P

Meanwhile, here’s my meme, and I’m retro posting it and I don’t care, cos as I already stated: dick blogger.

 

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I love this song, like belt it in the car and sob openly on emotional days kind of love this song… and I want it on my blog for no other reason than that. <3

Lyrics:
“Stay With Me”
by: Sam Smith

[Verse 1:]
Guess it’s true, I’m not good at a one-night stand
But I still need love ’cause I’m just a man
These nights never seem to go to plan
I don’t want you to leave, will you hold my hand?

[Chorus:]
Oh, won’t you stay with me?
‘Cause you’re all I need
This ain’t love, it’s clear to see
But darling, stay with me

[Verse 2:]
Why am I so emotional?
No, it’s not a good look, gain some self-control
And deep down I know this never works
But you can lay with me so it doesn’t hurt

[Chorus 3x]

Music Appreciation Monday: Every Inch of You is Perfect

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This song has been my obsession for a few days and the video is SO GOOD. Every time I hear it: in the car, at home, at work, at the grocery store, I can’t help but dance it out. It’s a catchy ear worm and as I put it to Sir when trying to describe it: If Iggy Azalea went back to the 50s and tried to make a bubblegum pop/doowop single about having curves/a big butt, this would be it. Yep. That’s what it is… just a feel good/dancing song about being curvy haha. Enjoy:

Lyrics:

“All About That Bass”
by: Meghan Trainor

Because you know
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass

Yeah, it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no size two
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I’m supposed to do
Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
And all the right junk in all the right places

I see the magazine, workin’ that Photoshop
We know that shit ain’t real
C’mon now, make it stop
If you got beauty beauty, just raise ‘em up
Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top

Yeah, my mama she told me don’t worry about your size
She says boys like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass
Hey!

I’m bringing booty back
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that
No I’m just playing I know you think you’re fat
But I’m here to tell ya
Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top

Yeah my mama she told me don’t worry about your size
She says boys like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass
‘Bout that bass, ’bout that bass
Hey, hey, ooh
You know you like this bass

Milestones and Misconceptions

WordPress tells me that yesterday (8/16) is the five-year anniversary of my blog. It’s only actively been in this incarnation since around… January of 2012, but I have been writing here since 2009. WordPress is also telling me that I’m nearing my 500th post on this blog (that includes private posts). I’m thinking of some way to mark the passing of the blogiversary and the 500 posts, but I’m not sure how yet? This is part of my rather intense need to mark every milestone in some way–I can’t let birthdays, anniversaries, holidays pass without some fanfare. Being my friend or lover is dangerous business around your birthday! Ask Sir. =P
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Did I Mention How Much He Turns Me on?

Do you know what the hottest fucking thing is?

I’m torn… stuck between a rock and a hard place, as it were.

Not sure if it’s hotter when he strokes his cock and tells me how much he wants to eat me, describes in detail how he wants to suck my pussy lips and dip his tongue deep in my hot little hole, how badly he wants to taste me, to drink me, how good my pussy is.

 

OR

 

When he’s eating me and pauses to ask: “You gonna come for me, baby? You gonna come on my tongue?” and he… begs… when my daddy, my Sir, my top, master of my body, begs me to squirt and gush and come in his mouth– to fill his mouth with my messy, creamy girl cum… to hear the desperate tone in his voice, how much he needs to drink me, how much he wants the taste and smell of me all over his face… so bad that, did I mention, he begs me for it?

 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.