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Mind Fucking me…

I haven’t written poetry for a while. I used to write a lot of it when I was depressed many many years ago. I wrote this last night on the spur of the moment – so please be kind ; )

(Actually I can take criticism – my husband is a writer and very honest with anything I dare to show him – so feel free to pull the following to pieces if you want to… ; ))

Mind fucking me

in the middle of a breath

you take

me softly

with a slap

I fall

bending like willow

for your pleasure

willingly receiving

what you have

to give me

more

more

more

I whisper

you whisper

us

together.

 
 

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One hell of a horny morning…

Shit, it’s been one hell of a horny morning…

I’ve been trying to clean up really thoroughly – dusting, sweeping, mopping – you name it – I’ve done it!

But I have been made to suck his cock three times, made to kneel and watch him pee and lick him dry after…

Had my jeans pulled down twice in front of an open window with people walking by and been spanked (back and front)

Have had to ‘Assume the position’ and “present myself’ many times for more spankings/fingerings/knucklings…

Needless to say I am dripping wet and dying for it.

Apparently he can’t wait for tonight… Don’t think I can either!

Mystery blogger photo…

The above photo was going to be my secret photo for the ‘guess the blogger’ which Gillian Colbert was running -just before she had to very swiftly depart…

Your presence is missed by many Gillian! Hope you’re doing ok…

 

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Please hit me again Sir…

My slutty ass…

I’ve often read about those poor dears who are punished for not addressing their dom/master etc in the correct fashion. My giddy submissive self has always been somewhat envious of those crimes and punishments – but my husband has never been one to bear titles – that is until this morning…

I think I died and went to heaven…

The children were all out for the day – I asked him what his plans were – trying to sort out a timetable for working on the computer….

“First we’re gonna fuck!”

“Oh really?” I say, actually genuinely surprised.

“Yes really!” he replies, but then he wanders off.

I go upstairs and put on a see through lacy bra and some matching (but not meant to be matching) lacy boy shorts. Some dark black hold up stockings and an ‘in your face’ bright red low cut mini dress. I lie down on our bed.

“I’m wearing some fucking clothes!” I shout down the stairs.

“Oh yeh…” I hear and the laptop shutting and then he’s right there in front of me…

“Get up then! Show me your stuff!” I sit up and then walk round towards him –  for some reason feeling a bit shy…

He pushes me face down onto the bed.

“Assume the position!” I lie sprawled forwards with my ass in the air expectantly – But there’s not even a slap – he starts to undo my bra,

“But their matching and you haven’t even seen them yet!”

“You don’t need it!” he replies matter of factly and ‘helps’ me to take it off.

“Assume the position!” I of course assume… He gives me a few hard delicious slaps to my ass.

“Look – you’re making my cock hard.” I look and sure enough it looks ready for action. I put out my hand to feel it.

“No touching!” is the stern rebuke. He then slaps me hard on the inside top of my thighs a few times (which always makes me feel like a naughty little girl being punished.)

“What do you say?” he asks.

“Ummm… Thank you?” I flounder for a moment…

“Thank you…?” he says guiding me towards something we both want and for a moment I can’t even think straight…

“Thank you SIR!” I answer.

“And?” he’s looking at me scarily sternly and what he wants I don’t know….What do I want? Of course…

“Please hit me again sir!” I answer with relief. He smiles at me.

“That’s better!” A couple of very hard spanks follow…

“Up against the wall!” I move to the wall, automatically putting my hands above my head and stick my ass out towards him. After a few stingers to my eager behind, he starts to rub one of his knuckles up into my pussy. The knuckle then moves its way to my asshole. I’m moaning now with a little bit of pain and alot of pleasure.Then he stops,

“What do you say?”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Good girl. Turn around!!” I do what he asks and he moves my arms which have dropped to my side back above my head…

“Assume the position!” I’m not sure what he means – he’s never asked me to do this facing him before… I push my pelvis towards him.

“More!” he says. Good I’m on the right track. I stick my pussy towards him for all I’m worth.

SMACK! Woah! He’s never hit me this hard on my cunt before. SMACK! And again and again. My pussy feels like it’s burning – and no understatement here. It’s hot hot hot!

“What do you say?”

“Th..th.thank you Sir.” I manage to whisper.

“And!”

“Please hit me again Sir…” Mmmmmaaaargh! His eyes are so deliciously stern and I have to keep thanking Sir and asking Sir for more… Then he stops for a moment, which at this point is somewhat of a relief…

“Have you got the condom?”

“No.” SMACK!

“No what?!” Another hard SMACK!

“Sir!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Um…” I mumble as my legs begin to  buckle…

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“I think I’m going to wet myself.”

“What do you say?!”

“Sir, ummm please hit me again… Sir!”

“Go get the condom!” I scramble over to the side of our bed and grab one and hand it over…

“Prepare to be fucked!” I move fast…

I lie sprawled on the bed – my knickers have gone – I’m not sure when… my pussy is burning like hell!

“Spread em!” I spread. I’m always amazed that his cock is so hard – I mean – he must be enjoying this as much as me!

After my first delicious cumming, I can’t resist from using those immortal lines form Oliver Twist:

“Please Sir, can I have some more?” He of course obliges and I have another couple. I suddenly have this urge to lick him all over. I begin with his ears, his lips, his nipples, his balls.

He’s out of me now, asking if I like him wiping his balls all over my face.

“Yes Sir!” I reply..

I’m lying on the bed with my stockings and my short read dress still on. He’s kneeling over my head facing my legs, stroking his cock with his hand. My tongue is working like crazy on his balls and ass. Every now and again my dress rides up to reveal my slutty ass and pussy. Every now and again he orders me (not without some disgust in his voice!) ‘to sort out my dress!’

There is something about this attempt at modesty when I am his complete and utter whore that turns him on…Sometimes I pull my dress down too much and my nipples poke out of the top half.

My tongue is working on his asshole and he cums hard, first on the front of my outfit and then lifting up the top of my dress, the warm cream shoots all over my breasts.

I lick any left over cum from his cock and then we look into each others eyes and share one very messy, wet and sloppy, dirty kiss…

 

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The ultimate geography lesson… and a little history as well…

Geography lessons can be very interesting…

I’ve always been awful at geography.  It just didn’t happen at our school and I’m often left feeling a fool when it comes to where something is in the world.

So now I have a teacher whose specialized subject happens to be geography. He’s called Mr Goodhard.

Sometimes I go to him as a colleague, Miss Tooeasy looking for a little guidance – but mostly I’m a student -looking for help and/or extra marks.

Last night I was a very willing pupil…

“Where is Szechwan?”

“China?”

“No!” he sighs at my stupidity. “Open your legs… Wider!” A sharp hit to the clit.

“Sorry, where is it?” I mumble.

“Canada! Now, what is the capital of China?” I actually do know this, but whenever I get turned on, my mind can’t think straight. I bury my head in the pillow. I’m sure it begins with B – Its on the tip of my tongue…. But its no good – Its simply not going to come to me right now.

“I don’t know.” He grabs my hair and pushes me firmly, but gently down to his balls.

“Lick!” My tongue gets busy.

“Well, at least you’re good at something.”

I come up for air and lie my head on his chest.

“Sorry, what is it?” I ask.

“Beijing! What’s the administrative centre of Gloucestershire?”

“Gloucester?”

“Well done. What’s the administrative centre of Berkshire?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” He pauses for a moment, seemingly incredulous that I haven’t got the answer. Then my head gets pushed down  – now to his asshole…

I lick once again and I know I’m hitting the spot because he’s full of praise again. After a few minutes I come back up for air…  He’s stroking his cock now – its good and hard. I pass him the (wank) cloth.

“Which is further North, New York or…”  I know where I’m going and it’s down… Sometimes I giggle when I don’t know the answers and I hear him sigh impatiently, his hand pushing my head…

Part of me doesn’t want his cum to go into a cloth. Although I guess it could end up in my mouth… What I would really really like is his cock fucking me. But ultimately, I’m glad he feels he can use me in this way…

This was kind of how we started all those years ago… I was his fuck toy… But he was also always incredibly generous with giving pleasure as well. I was very fortunate and should have been ecstatic.

I did enjoy it up to a point, but then I felt overwhelmed. I simply wasn’t ready to give of myself completely.  I was quite young at the time and in the midst of growing up. I was also suffering from depression in which I denied myself any kind of nurturing. There was always a constant battle between life and self destruct…

Anyway – to cut a long story short, he learnt to leave me alone and pleasure himself and I was happy to leave him to it. We did have some great sex every now and again. But mostly I was too tired or indifferent to care and also maybe at a loss as to how to deal with his delayed ejaculation.

I feel guilty for all those years that I mostly neglected him physically. It’s not a good thing to get used to not being needed. We were friends though. Very good friends…

I began to get horny for him when I became broody for children. This ‘heat’ carried on throughout pregnancy – but then little children’s needs are very full on – so I was tired again a lot of the time.

Having children made me grow up though. Suddenly I wasn’t the centre of the universe and I could see things from a clearer perspective.  All depression left me completely – somehow I’d moved on. (Thank God!)

When I finally stopped being pregnant and/or breastfeeding, my body was mine again and my hormones kicked in big time.

I suddenly felt incredibly sexual and I noticed this man (who happened to have a huge cock) wandering around the house. He was gorgeous in every way I could think of and I was pretty sure he would let me play with him. He was surprised at first, but very accommodating.

It was like falling in love all over – the butterflies, the sex – even the missing him.  The delayed ejaculation became an amazing bonus. He was a real stud and I could literally cum for hours…

I’m not sure how long this honeymoon period will last. Thinking about it – maybe its not quite as intense as it was two years ago. But we are happily fulfilling each others needs.

I’m just so glad that once again, he has the confidence and desire to use me however he wishes.

Long may it last…

PS I am away for ten days starting asap – not sure if I will have wifi or not… Will reply to comments soon though. I love them!!! THANK YOU FOR READING!

 

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Oh DADDY!

Stockings are more in your face… These are my bed socks…

I’m not sure anything is going to happen… But the kids are out!

I’m feeling a little frumpy and of course I know what he likes, so I go and change out of my tracksuit bottoms…

Stockings or tights? I opt for tights – I don’t feel like being too obvious. Just in case he isn’t up for it…

So one fairly conservative, but tight cotton knit dress later, I go downstairs ‘all innocent like’ and do some catch up on the computer…

He doesn’t seem to notice what I’m wearing. I ask him for a little technical advice and after 5 minutes he says,

“Well you’re all dressed up! Get up them stairs!”

“Really?” I ask (probably with my tongue out and panting)

“Really!” he almost tuts.

I’m upstairs pretty quick. He arrives soon after and  begins to slide his belt off. (I love that sound!!)

“Assume the position!” I assume.

“Stick your ass out more!” I stick out for all I’m worth. What follows is some delicious whipping with the belt. I nearly have to ask him to stop… But then mid whip he collapses next to me.

“Argh!!” he’s giggling in pain.

“The…belt…just…hit…me…on the head of the penis….It’s soooooo sore! I joined in the giggling and offered to kiss it better. Suddenly, he becomes sultry serious again.

“Get your clothes off!’ I strip quickly and dive under the covers (it’s cold!) He takes off his trousers and boxers. I lean across to lick his balls. He soon gets rock hard… Too hard for the condom! So I lay off…

“Spread em!” I open my legs wide. It’s lovely doing this in daylight. I can see his face and he can see mine – Eyes and mouth wide open with the anticipation and pleasure of fitting him in…

“It’s not all in yet!” he says pushing all the way to the base, which never fails to emit a gasp from me.

When it’s night and the kids are hopefully asleep, he very rarely talks dirty to me. Now we have the place to ourselves – its a different story…

“Are you gonna cum for daddy?”

“Oh, yes… Yes!… I am…. Ah, ah, ah, ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

“Good girl! what a good girl you are! Are you gonna cum again for daddy?

“Oh yes, yes I am… Ah…Ah… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…. Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Normally, he clamps his hand over my mouth when little ears might hear – but now he lets me scream my fill…

For some reason one of my orgasm cries finishes with ‘You fucking bastard!’

His legs are troubling him at the moment, so he withdraws… I get his wank cloth and he self pleasures… I lick his nipples… I go down to his balls.

“Are you licking daddy’s sweaty balls?”

“Mmmm, yes I am.”

“What a good girl.” I stick my ass up into the air provocatively for him to see. He plays with my nipples… Then my tongue gets to his arsehole…

“Are you licking daddy’s dirty arsehole?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Tell me what you’re doing!”

“I’m licking daddy’s dirty arsehole.”

“Good girl! What a good girl to clean daddy’s dirty arsehole!”

My mouth and tongue are numb when he cums, but it’s worth it… The sheets under my pussy are soaking with my wetness…

 

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I need to orgasm, but I can wait… (just!)

I knew what was happening and where I was going… I tried to resist at first, but then I felt his hand push my head down.

I stopped at his nipple and sucked and slurped… He pushed on my head again and I went down…

“Go earn your housekeeping!” I smirked in the dark; I’ve earned more than him for a while… So of course its just dirty demeaning talk, but fuck I like it…

I’m trying very hard to do my best for him at the moment, so I gave very very good head….

“That’s it… Good girl…You have your uses don’t you?”

“Yes, I do!” (Very muffled)

“Lucky you’re good at something!”

“Yes, it is!” I try to reply. He pushes my head further onto his bulging cock and I let myself go deeply onto him. I’m slightly afraid of gagging, but he holds my head, not giving me much room for movement… Gently, but firmly…Moving me where it feels best for him…

He slaps my cheek a couple of times… Gently, but firmly… His pelvis grinding into me…

I don’t feel in control at all… I love being used so completely…

Then he’s twitching and losing it, so close, the movements speed up and he cums deep in my expectant mouth…

It tastes really sweet today, usually its spicy/peppery…

I lie on his chest for a while and he says that I’ve been really good today…

I tell him I’ve been trying very hard to do everything right, but there are two….. No five things actually that I’ve done wrong…

“What are they?” he asks.

“Number one, I didn’t dry up the cutlery I put in the drawer..” (Btw, he’s pretty OCD when it comes to water!)

“Number two, when I put the cups away, I just rubbed the bottom of them on my jumper..” I hear him audibly swallow…

“Number three, I walked away from you when we were arguing…Number four, its true, I wanted you to put the rubbish out, so I could go on the computer.”(this was the start of said argument!)

“Number five, I’m thinking about sex all the time…”

“Course you are…”

We talk a while and end up playing a memory game (to stave off dementia!)

We take turns, adding a country each go – all the way to the end of the alphabet…

I’m getting really good at it. On my last turn, I run all the way through from A to Y without even a pause for breath… (God after all this time, I’m still trying to impress him!)

“Poor you! You’ve been really good, left unsatisfied and made to play a word game.”

“It’s ok,” I say, not completely sure if I mean it.

I feel uncomfortable about asking, but I’ve been thinking about it all day…

“Can you just do one thing for me before you go to sleep?”

“What is it?” he asks already getting settled.

“Please slap me for all those things that I did wrong?” He pulls my pants down under the sheets and spanks my wanting ass… Why I yearn for it I don’t know… He doesn’t do it quite hard enough – but it still feels soooo nice… I put my arms around him, rub my breasts on his back a little and feel all juicy.

I need to orgasm, but I can wait… (just!)

But love that he is confidant enough to just use me…

I guess it looks like real inequality, but its where I am right now… And I love it…

 

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My history of enjoying pain…part one

As far as I can remember I have been masochistically inclined…

I recall seeing The King and I one Christmas aged four and wanting to be the daughter lying prostrate about to be whipped, with that long thick black vicious looking whip that Yul (my first official crush) Brynner was holding.

My parents were pretty young when they had me. I think they did a good job of raising me apart from never allowing any negative emotions to be shown. I was certainly not allowed to cry – unless I had hurt myself.

Maybe this is partly where my fascination of experiencing pain came from… A release of sorts…

Aged 8, my dad had smacked my bum for something and I ran upstairs to look at my ass to see if it was red… Sadly it wasn’t, but that evening and subsequent evenings I hit myself with a leather belt trying to make welts. There was never any feeling of self destruction with this act – just a thrilling curiosity…

It only happened a few times, but between the age of 8 and 11, my mother beat me with her hand or slipper until I was pretty hysterical. She was so angry that the only way I was able to stop her was by cuddling her and telling her that I loved her over and over again. I remember from the time of that first beating swearing to myself that I would never have children – adults shouldn’t be trusted to have them…

It took me a long time to forgive my mother – even into my adult life I held a grudge for her actions… When I asked her why she had done it – she said it was because she loved me more than anything else(!)

But isn’t that what I ultimately want in my sexual relationship now? To be pushed physically to that point where its too much and I have to beg for mercy or ‘cuddle’ into him and get fucked to show how sorry I am…

After my dad left home, I used to have these recurring dreams – awake and asleep – of having an imaginary father who would beat me for any misdoings and/or of an elder brother who would consistently be incredibly cruel to me – in all sorts of ways…

I know these things in reality would have been horrendous – but in my dreams I craved this…

My husband does have sexual sadistic tendencies towards me (thank God!), but he is far too concerned for my personal welfare to beat me into submission at every opportunity. We also have kids and it just wouldn’t be right to be physically abused in front of them. But when little eyes aren’t looking, he will push me out of the way, slap my ass, pinch my nipples, punch me in the pussy, grab my hair and shove my face into his cock,  slap my cheek with his hand – or with his hard cock, hit me with a belt until I have the marks to show for it, shove open my legs to ram his cock in, make me lick his asshole, make me stand in an awkward position so my ass sticks out for him…

Long may this glorious fucking life continue…

 

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