Our little Girl

She laid there curled up in my arms, shaking like the fragile leaf she was.  Tears streaking down her face as the release she felt overcame her entire being.  We had used her hard, my boy and I, and she came through with flying colors.

When she comes over, she always walks in so shy and fearful, remembering the words we would tell her.  She relaxes a bit as we chit chat and catch up.  We push a few buttons with nothing more than words and watch as her shame comes back to the fore front as she admits what she wants, what she needs.  Her face turns a light shade of red as she is forced to stand and strip in the middle of the room as we watch.  Her entire body quivers at first touch and we watch as her mind slowly disappears as we begin to explore.  Just as she is about to completely lose herself to the pleasures, I roughly shove her down to her knees, then on to all fours.  I watch her body tremble with anticipation as I step back and just stare.  Then it begins…

She is beaten to the edge and sweetly pulled back over and over again.  The tears begin in earnest.  The assault of hands, floggers, and my crop begin to leave their marks.  I stuff her mouth with my boy’s cock to stifle her screams.  Focusing on it, she begins using his cock as a distraction from the pain.  I watch with interest at how her whole body settles down to the task at hand.  The shaking subsides; the flinching from my blows becomes more controlled.  I slow my strikes to allow him to thoroughly enjoy her skilled mouth for bit, before launching one last brutal assault on her ass.  When the edge in her voice lets me know she’s had more than enough, I grab a fist full of hair and drag her to her feet.  Instructing my boy to stand behind her, locking her arms behind her back and to hold her still, I continue my assault on her chest.  Enjoying the way her large, heavy breast bounce after each smack, I become almost giddy with pleasure at the site.  I take my time, seeing her as nothing but a toy for my amusement as I beat, pinch, bite and suckle her breasts till I have had my fill.

After a short break, we drag her up to the bedroom.  There she is turned into nothing more than a thing, an object, the target of our lust and passion.  Used until she was sure she couldn’t handle anymore and then used a bit more.  When at last we finish with her, she has nothing left, but to curl into a ball, smiling from ear to ear with tears streaking down her face.  I wrap myself around her and feel her squirm into me, needing my warmth for reassurance, her tears falling from her cheeks onto my breast.  That’s my good girl!

Chemistry

The mere sight of him makes my pussy twinge.  That first touch from him makes my pussy gush. There is nothing about D that my pussy doesn’t like.  We just work so well together when it comes to sex.  Our needs and desires, skills and abilities just mesh seamlessly.  The way the size and shape of his cock just perfectly presses every single one of my buttons and the mere thought of fucking him again makes me swoon.

I often wonder why we work so well together.  I could never see me on a date with him, living with him or even running away for a weekend together (unless it was a non-stop sex-a-thon).  He’s very quiet, reserved.  I tend to like my men more vocal.  The things we do, the things we like are pretty much night and day.  About the only things we have in common is football and the Washington Redskins and sex.  But Oh MY GOD, the sex!!!  Then it’s like we’re one and the same.  Within 5 mins of him entering me, I’ll hit my first orgasm and it just becomes a flood gate after that.  It happens EVERY SINGLE TIME!  Every touch, stroke, movement, action seems to be at the perfect moment to push me further over the edge.  At times it truly feels as if I’m barely hanging on from the abyss.  As many times as we have been together, it still amazes me how well matched in bed we are with each other.  

You often hear about women needing some type of chemistry before having sex with someone, and I do agree.  But I find my chemistry means something completely different than theirs.  My chemistry is about how well we work together.  It starts with the lust and the passion that just shows at first meet.  That zing that just screams at you.. “I wanna fuck this man”.   With D, that chemistry is just off the charts. 

Vacations and other ramblings

It amazes me sometimes how fast time can fly on you.  Once again, life has been busy, though this time more fun at least.  We’ve had a full household for the last month, but we’ve been enjoying the kiddos and summertime.  A week long vacation, just me and the kiddos, was a great bonding time full of non-stop fun for us all.  But I did miss my boy terribly while gone.  He is always so sickeningly sweet after time apart, just tugs my heart strings sometimes.  You could read it in the lines of text he sent me, hear it in his voice when we talked.  The boy was feeling a little lost while I was gone.  Those first couple of days, he was bending over backwards to take care of everything before I even asked.  Of course life quickly gets back to normal.

While we managed to sneak in a little bit of play here and there (stories to follow), we are looking forward to having a long break from kiddos.  Based on some recent conversations, I’m planning to use this time to make some needed changes around here.  I guess you can say, the boy will be going through some intense training and I have no doubt I’ll learn a few things as well.  I may even try and keep a good journal of how it goes.

Just call me the hit and run.

I'm a terrible blogger, I know.  When life gets busy, my writing brain seems to switch off and nothing sounds right.  I contemplating stopping, but decided it would still be a nice repository for my journey in the lifestyle.  So frequent or sporadic, whose knows.  Reliably, doubtful.  But the updates will come.

Suffice it to say, the last few weeks have been painfully vanilla.  Between work, end of school activities, sports tournaments, an illness and an injury, we just didn't have time to keep up with contacts.. which made filling in the brief free moments impossible.  Some mild play with just the two of us is about all we had the energy to muster up. 

Though a note to point out was that he did manage to break a promise to me.  No, not a big earth shattering promise.  Really, by itself, would have been something I would have treated lightly.  A quick punishment, a bit of a penance to my benefit and all would have been forgiven.  But this time, this time it smacked more of laziness then necessity.  That is what really set me off.  While that evening I opted to keep my cool so we could still manage to have a little fun before our free time ran out, the next morning he took the roughest beating of his life.  The really not fun kind, that makes him withdrawal a little and seriously think about what I said.

He has been spending the weekend in penance for his transgressions.  I do have to admit, he has been the most wonderful boy imaginable.  His bratty side has been on lock down since Friday morning and he has obeyed every order with the attention and enthusiasm the I wanted.  Admittedly, I do miss some of his playful behavior.  Enough to know this isn't something I want day to day.  I really do love the way we operate daily, but it's nice to know when I feel like it, switching him to this level is easy and nearly seamlessly.  The fact he can stay this way for extended periods of time at my demands is delicious!

A Day in the Life of My Cuck...

As I slowly stirred awake this morning, I find you laying there awake, smiling at me.  A few morning kisses and cuddles, and I push you down to ensure my morning starts just right.  A few good orgasms later and I’m pushing you off the bed and making you stand beside me.  Teasing you a bit, I then drape you over my lap, for a nice long spanking session.  Reminding you of the promise you made and to give you the reminder to keep you honest all day.  Once I feel you’ve sufficiently broken, I stand you up and send you off to the kitchen to make breakfast.  I saunter off to the shower to get ready for the day.  I emerge to a nice warm breakfast.

I send you off to stir the pot and see what trouble we can find for the day, while I deal with some work stuff I have to take care of.  Just as I’m about to wrap up the work, you call out that D will be coming by around 1:30.  I wander out with a giant grin on my face.  We both know D has become my favorite and he can do things you just can’t even dream off.  You head off to straighten the house as you watch me dance off to the shower in obvious joy.

D shows up and you fade into the back ground like a good little boy.  Sitting quietly on the far edge of the couch, while He and I chat idly about life and how much we’d missed each other.  Before too long, I’m between his legs, enjoying what he brought me.  Still no glance or even acknowledgement that your even there.  It wasn’t till I pulled him up to drag him off to the bedroom, that I turned and with a quick kiss, simply asked “coming?”

You follow us obediently, readying the room, getting everything laid out just as we like.  We fall straight into the bed, wasting no time or formalities.  You watch as he brings me to orgasm quickly and repeatedly.  You wait patiently bedside to be of service.  For forty minutes you watch as he brings me to heights of ecstasy in ways you aren’t capable, being reduced to nothing but an errand boy with a hard-on.   Soon you are called to kneel down next to him.  As he gets close to climax, he pulls out his cock and shoves it down your throat.  As he unloads, you are ordered to not only shallow, but to ensure every last bit has been sucked out.  He continues to fuck your mouth as he quickly hardens back up and then you are once again quickly dismissed as he returns back to me.  4 more times over the next 2 hours, this continues.  Even I’m amazed at his extra high stamina today.  At some point, I grabbed hold of your balls and make you feel my every orgasm as I squeeze them tightly.  You’ve been laid underneath me, forced to not only take my weight, but to feel the force with which he pounds into me.  Grasping for breathe in rhythm to his strokes.  Even teased incessantly as you’re allowed to enter to me and bear witness to how well he has stretched me out as he rests. Under orders not to dare cum, you pull out quickly in fear and he quickly fills your spot.  You understand where you stand with him and respectfully step aside while he continues to satisfy me in all the ways I crave.   

Finally he leaves, exhausted and satisfied.  I begin teasing and taunting you with that freshly fucked pussy.  Allowing you once again to enter me as I torment you with all the ways D satisfies me like no one else.  Lost in the oblivion, it all proves too much for you to maintain control as you orgasm without permission.  I chastise you as you move quickly to clean up your mess.  As soon as you’re finished, I immediately shove you face down on the bed and administer your punishment.  A quick hard spanking, with a few paddles strokes for emphasis, you are reminded to maintain focus when ordered and your pleasure comes second to my desires.

I leave you lying there with orders to bring our stuff downstairs. When you finally join me on the couch and I quickly snuggle up, laying my head on your lap and quickly drift off into blissful oblivion.  Your job now, simply to act as my human pillow until I awake again.

Time Flies...

When you’re having lots of fun.  I’ve been trying to write some updates for the blog, as well as new snippets… but there was just too much going on to actually finish any of them.  Hopefully over the next week, I can play catch up.

But we’ve still been playing frequently with D.  He has quickly become my favorite, though he is skating on thin ice (But man is he sooo good at make up sex).  I probably should just do a whole post on D… as it would take over in here.  

F came around a couple nights and we had some hot moments in there.  He’s been our longest and most reliable stud… but our schedules keep him so infrequent, I wonder if it’s worth maintaining anymore.  He’s always been respectful of limits and he’s been the most adventurous with the kinky stuff, but little things over the last two years lead me to believe we aren’t looking for the same thing.

We also had several interviews with some new possibilities.  We enjoyed having some fun with a couple of them, but only one really turned out to be a possible keeper.  I’m calling him the Masked Avenger.  He wore a mask the whole time we played (due to pics and video), which was weird, but kind of fun.  I’m not sure I could handle it if he wore it every time we played.  While I can respect his desire to ensure his face stays out of pics… hopefully we can find a better compromise.  Once in a while would be hot.  The anonymity of the whole encounter was a new one for me, but it was exciting on a very mental sort of way.  But it also lacked the connection I prefer to have with my regular studs.  Basically, I found it too impersonal to think of him as a regular already.  

But aside from the mask…OMG!  From the Alpha male, beat my chest with fist, mentality, this one was spot on!  Not pushy or bossy, but commanding in that sexy, sensual kind of way.  Prrrrrrrrrrr!  He came in and JUST HAD FUN!  Love, love, LOVED that!  I loved that he didn’t ignore my cuck either… like so many seem to do.  He was all too happy to direct him around, but never with the air like he owned him, more like he knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.  While I still say sexually, that D takes the cake, MA is right behind him.  I do hope we get to have a repeat performance with him.  The second time around is always the more telling one anyway.

Even with all of this going on, things between the boy and I have been amazing.  Work had been slow for him, so the aches and pains were out of the way and he wasn’t so run down.  With a few lighter weeks/month, we were just able to have more fun.  It just seemed to escalate from there and I think we both got a peek at where we want things to head.  Kind of like a peek at nirvana.  We’re not there yet, and it’s probably going to be a long and a bit bumpy of a road, but we can see it forming.  And it was enough to settle the storms and put us back on the same wave length. 

Tears

You’re stuck there panting, pinned underneath me and completely out of breath.  The smile speaks volumes to the evening we’ve had together.  I shower your chest and neck with sweet gentle kisses and I feel your breathing start to slow.  I feel a slight shift in your demeanor.  A quick peek at your glowing face proves me right.  But then that sheepish look crosses your face when you see me looking at you, watching you.  Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, you turn a shade of red and quickly avert your eyes.

“Your thinking about my new cock, aren’t you?” I guess correctly.

“Yes, Mama”

“You like my new cock, don’t you?”

“Aww Gawd, YESSSS, Mama”, you say, as your eyes light up with delight at the mere thought of it.

“You’re thinking about how much you really want that cock stuffed back inside of you, aren’t you? You nasty little boy!”  You quickly turn your head to avoid eye contact, before I even finish my sentence.  Your voice drops all the way down to barely a whisper

“Yes, Mama”

I raise up, towering over you, playfully slapping you on the face to get your eyes back on mine.  You quickly stare back at me with that intensity and focus I love.

“You are such a hungry, greedy, little bitch.. I always knew that.”

“Oh Mama, PLEASE!” Is all you manage to get out

I shift my body just a bit as I lift up your legs, exposing your ass.   I press my pelvis up against it and begin grinding into you, teasing you.  I watch as your eyes roll back, and you begin to moan softly.  It’s in that exact moment the little devil inside taps me on the shoulder in response.

“Now we both know, I’m probably gonna fuck you again… so it’s really just a matter of when”.  And with that I proceed to tease and torment you, slowly and deliciously.  I watch you becoming delirious with desire and need.  I find it so beautiful to watch you being stripped completely bare in these moments.  So much so, that I want these moments to last forever.

But it doesn’t take long till you’re reduced to only one word, “Please”, repeated over and over in that desperate, pleading voice of yours.  That is when you manage to catch your breath long enough to speak at all.  Then it happens.  I notice a single tear forming as your voice shifts into a more painful form of pleading.  It touches me so deeply; I bend forward to kiss the tear away before getting up to grab my strap-on for another round.