What Sexxxcited Sunday Means To Me

whisperfect — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 05:45:22 +0000

It's true. We are all pervs. It's why we're here. But, what does this mean?

We all have our own reasons for coming to sarahsplayhouse and I'm not asking any of you to tell me what they are, but think about your reasons. All of those reasons probably have an underlying theme. I believe it is that we have a higher level of kink in us than our average bears that we interact with in the "real" world.

Every Sunday in the chat room, people suggest to other members, "change your status!" The most common reply to the less aware is, "but I'm not sexxxcited right now." Others also see this and assume that it must mean we are looking for some fun. Being "Sexxxcited" does not mean, "I am horny right now." The point of the movement is being flown by completely.

Sexxxcited is a state of mind. It is our way of saying that we are simply alive and pervy and Sunday is our day of worship (whoreship) in the chatroom. Sexxxcited Sunday is a day to just... be.

So, come in, change your status by clicking the little clock next to the A+ above the chat box, scroll down the many different moods, and find your peace. Enjoy your permanent state of mind, and parade around that chatroom with your feet stomping and trumpets blaring (and confetti launching) and embrace your pervdom with the rest of us! Flash your boobs if you want to, I won't complain.

To tease and taunt

Tantalizingly — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 00:13:08 +0000

I know that you desire to explore something more
erotic, sensuous and adventurous. You want to be taken, maybe told what to do,
for me to have my way with you. For you to feel the touch of my hands, stroking
your head, guiding the small of your back, patting your bottom, moving along
your inner thigh, over your warm moist lips. My hand coming down on your ass
playfully then firmly, spanking your round firm bottom till it tingles and
turns red, touching you between your legs to feel how wet you are, pinching
firmly your aching erect nipples, you feeling me aroused and getting larger as
you squirm on my lap. You want to hear me whisper naughty things to you, make
you say them, do them. To admit to me, whispering in my ear, what you secretly
long to do and say, if only someone would teach you, let you, make you.

I seek to tease and taunt you until you hunger to be taken, getting wet at the
sound of my voice, shivering at the touch of my hand, making you hungry for me,
until you are ready for me to take you. Then for you to kiss me, to lick me, to
suck me and take me deeper until you feel me filling you, and you look up at me
with hungry eyes. You now know that I desire you, want you and will take you
and have my way with you.

"Fanny in the Night"

Fangtasia — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 20:40:54 +0000

Fanny in the Night"

It was a midsummers night. All the stars were out. The moon was extraordinarily full and bright that night. Babs had been at work all day and was on her way home for a bubble bath followed by some decaf made with fat free vanilla coffeemate. She hated having to ride her bicycle 10 miles home. She was so tired, from rangling ostrich all day. She took pride in her work and was a renowned ostrich rangler.
She decided to stop at the local brothel to see if any new eye candy had been imported. Rumour was they had just hired a new oil boy straight outta base camp at everest. Babs was a suckler for a mountain man. She really could use a nice oil massage at this point anyways.
She locked up her bike outside and headed in. Business was slow tonight, no one was there. She rang the bell at the front desk. Soon after, the house mother, Lisa came to the desk. Lisa was radiant. Her beauty was that of a greek goddess, alluring and seductive.
When she saw Babs, she could tell she needed an oiling down. She immediately blew into her recorder a lil ditty. This was her way of summoning different oil boys. Babs recognized the song to be "Rump Shaker". This excited her, Lisa knew her so well.
She told Babs she had just the thing for her...the latest import. His lesbian parents had froze to death at everest and he had no where else to go.
He then appeared behind a white curtain. Alls Babs could see was his silouette. He had bulges in all the right places. This guy was a pro whether he knew it or not. He seductively maneuvered his way in front of the curtain. In just a loin cloth, whoa this guy was hot! He was obviously quite taken with Babs. She felt a lil embarrassed being she had just come from work and still had feathers in her hair. He approached Babs, grabbed her hand and said "Follow me Madam Babs, I am Fanny, and I am here for your personal pleasure". As they exited the lobby Lisa winked at Babs and mouthed "Wait till you see whats behind the cloth". Babs couldnt read lips so just nodded and smiled politely.
They went to Fannys new personal oil room. Babs could not believe her eyes! It was all pink with hello kitty everywhere. This was her personal heaven. Even Enrique Iglesias (post mole) was playing on the stereo.
Fanny directed Babs to the changing room. He handed her a robe to change into. Babs was so turned on by Fanny, she disrobed right in front of him to the beats of Enrique. She wasnt much of a dancer, but thats not what he was focused on anyway. She made robotics sexy.
Fanny worked his way over to her, thrusting his hips with every step towards her. Babs mimiced the same move till there bare pelvis met. Babs was getting way more than her bronze membership permitted. They both had matched rhythms of thrusting which made for maximum pleasure. They shimmied there way to the couch, Fanny grabbing the oil as they moved. Still inside Babs during all this moving, Fanny squirted the oil between there hot and sexy bodys. The slippery effect of the oil, was enough to bring Babs close to the edge of sexual ecstasy. Fannys body all oiled up looked phenomenal. He easily couldve been cast in the movie "300". Babs felt another squirt, but when she looked next to her there lay the empty bottle of oil. Fanny had reached his mangasm. He then picked up Babs, threw her over his back and piggy back rode her to the already drawn bubble bath. Whatta splash Babs made when Fanny tossed her in. Half the water was on the floor but it was still right under Babs breasts. She was happy cuz this hid her ample belly. Fanny slid in and sat between Babs legs.
It was like all Babs knew was her and Fanny in this moment of pure lust. Fanny slid his hands below the water to Babs womanly parts. He made a tickling motion over her chulina. Babs began moaning and gyrating into Fannys fingers. It was not long till Babs collapsed against Fanny in a surge of ecstasy.
After toweling off, Fanny took Babs into the lounge where there was a spread of salad pizza and decaf coffee with fat free vanilla coffeemate. This night could not have been more perfect. Forevermore every night will have a Fanny in it for Babs

You will scream for me

Tantalizingly — Sat, 13 Aug 2011 05:39:43 +0000

I want to climb in bed with
you naked and kiss you so deep, feel your body next to mine, and have you
whisper all the naughty things you want to do to me in my ear...

And then do
them to me...

You already have the
restraints set up on the bed.

I failed to see them. Your kissing me half on top
of me, You slowly take my wrist and guide it across the bed, You strap the cuff
on my wrist without even looking up, you slowly move your hand down my arm reaching
over to my free hand, lightly brushing my nipples as you pass by, while still
kissing me and whispering in my ear, You grab my free wrist like I might resist
you, but how can I? You pull my wrist up into the restraint and hook it on me.

You look up at me your eyes
glowing ever so blue, a glint in your eye, your wicked smile shining down on
me. I can see in your eyes you are going to enjoy this A LOT. You slowly move
down my body placing kisses here and there, biting and sucking now and then.
You stop with your mouth just above my clit, I can feel your hot breath teasing
my swollen clit. You lightly flick my clit with your finger, you know I am
about to cum,

you look up at me and smile and say NO not yet My Dear...

You run your hand down the
inside of my right thigh slowly knowing how much I want you. Your hands on my
ankles you pull my legs wide apart and strap them up too.

I am tied down to the bed,
spread wide open for you, vulnerable to your whim. I am so excited I want to
burst. You move back up along my body teasing me with your light touch. You
kiss me on the check as you whisper in my ear you are going to scream for me,
beg me to stop, oh you will baby. I guarantee it. And you slide a blind fold
over my eyes.

Q ans A

Kippie — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 16:37:13 +0000

Just a fun but a potentially dangerous/erotic way to spend an evening with your wife. Proceed with caution.
Many husbands have been shocked at some of the answers that come from their significant others.

1) How may sexual partners have you had other than your current husband?

2) How old were you when you lost your virginity?

3) How old were you when you first masturbated to orgasm?

4) The first penis you ever saw; who did it belong to?

5) The first penis you ever touched, who did it belong to?

6) The first penis you ever made ejaculate, who did it belong to?

7) The first penis that made you orgasm, who did it belong to?

8) To whom did you give your first blowjob?

9) Where did he cum?

10) If in mouth, did you swallow?

11) Did you enjoy the taste of cum?

12) Do you now enjoy the taste of cum?

13) Have you ever had intercourse with more than one man in a 24 hour period?

14) Have you had sex with more than one man at a time?

15) Have you fantasized about having sex with more than one moan at a time?

16) Of your past sexual partners, who had the smallest penis?

17) Of your past sexual partners, who had the largest penis?

18) Have you masturbated to thoughts of someone other than your husband since you have been married?

19) Does a large penis excite you more than an average penis?

20) Have you ever had anal intercourse?

21) Have you had anal intercourse with anyone other than your husband?

22) Have you ever engaged in role-playing?

23) If so, with whom and what was the role play?

24) Have ever had sex in a public place?

25) Does the thought of sex in a public place excite you?

26) Have you ever had sex with a women?

27) If the circumstances were just right, would you have sex with a women now?

28) Does the idea of performing oral sex on a women excite you?

29) Do you think penis size makes a difference in the quality of a sexual experience?

30) Would you be capable of watching your lover have sex with another women?

31) Would you be capable of having sex with another man while your husband watched?

32) If you had to do one or the other, which would it be?

33) Has a man ever performed oral sex on you after intercourse?

34) Would you like a man to perform oral sex on you after intercourse?

35) Where is your favorite place on your body to have your lover cum?

36) Do you like to be looked at naked?

37) Do you like looking at naked women?

38) Do you like looking at naked men?

39) What is your favorite female body part?

40) What is your favorite male body part?

41) Have you ever wished your lovers penis was smaller?

42) Have you ever wished your lovers penis was larger?

43) Have you ever been tied up during sex?

44) Have you ever tied up your partner during sex?

45) Does being sexually submissive excite you?

46) Does being sexually dominant excite you?

47) Have you ever fantasized about being raped?

48) Have you ever fantasized about incest?

49) Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about a celebrity?

50) Have you ever fantasized about sex with someone of a different race?

51) What is the most amount of orgasms you have had in a single day?

52) What is the longest period of time you have gone between orgasms?

53) What is the most times you have cum, in one night from sex with a man?

54) If that man was not your husband, is there any way he could equal that amount?

55) If you had to choose one sexual position or act for the rest of your life, what would it be?

56) What do you consider to be the greatest orgasm of your life?

57) What made it so?

58) Would you rather have amazing sex with someone you were
not attracted to or bad sex with someone you were very attracted to?

59) If you had to choose for the rest of your life between a penis way too small or way too big,
which would you choose?

60) If you had one major sexual fantasy, that your husband does not know about, what is it?

Just for fun and obviously not a lot of thought put into it, but since I love laying in bed with my beautiful,
loving wife talking about sex, I thought this might spur some couples on to having a more open and possibly
improved sex life.

Would love to hear feedback, especially that of the positive variety.

about me

fay8669 — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 05:02:30 +0000

So I am a 25 year old single mom. I work full time and go to school full time. I am on here to conversate only. My major in school is secondary education math, basically im going to school to be a high school math teacher. If you want to know anything else dont be afraid to ask.

SPH Logo

San1122 — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 00:00:37 +0000

This is my logo contest entry, its very clean, prosfessional, and simple. all done in adobe illustrator cs5 following standard typography and design concepts.

Vote for me please!

Hometown Vacation Part 7

moonmagiclady — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 07:15:12 +0000

Hometown Vacation.. Part 7

What I had first thought of as earplugs turned out to be earbuds instead, an utterly insidious idea I had to admit due to the fact that it is almost impossible for me to hold still with music playing. The command to “Be still,” which I had already known would be difficult to obey, immediately becomes an impossible task as music pours into my ears. I want to writhe and arch to the music, tugging against the bonds holding me, but I know that even a shiver is going to set the bells tormenting me into jingles, putting me in a spot for further discipline later.
There is a slight change in the flow of the air over my skin telling me the door has opened again. Between the purring growl of Stevie Ray Vaughn pouring in my ears, and the adrenalin pushing my senses that are available to me to their highest level of sensitivity,the new touch upon my body makes me jump in startlement and I can feel the shiver of the bells betraying me. The new touch draws a slow, thoughtful single light line from the tip of my head to the bottom of my left foot. My senses focus on this slow considering touch to the exclusion of all else and the line seems to bring every nerve on my body to an even higher level of need before his hand is removed, leaving me yearning. A craving for more touch of some kind, either firm or teasing, pushes my disobedient body and I twist a little in yearning setting the bells chiming, but only slightly this time, again.
The music stops and I can hear slightly muffled conversation. I hear the word “twice” spoken with amusement and then sense two people approaching me. I want to squirm away from whatever unknown consequence is coming, but I know further movement will only cause me more punishment and hold myself tight against panic. The earbud is pulled from one ear long enough for my friend and Dom to whisper in my ear that I am welcome to move while being punished, as he doubts I’d be able to hold still anyhow. Although sometimes I will push limits, being commanded to hold still tonight was probably going to garner me enough punishment in itself without pushing anything.
With that ominous permission, I hold every muscle tight to keep myself from movement; to hold myself still at the very peak of anticipation and fear. As if someone was only waiting for that moment of my body’s tightening, I feel a searing snap on my left breast making my body disobey me and as I twist away another snap on my right breast. I cry into the air, but retain at least enough control to obey my other given command for the night and not use words only moans and whimpers.
The echo of pain and heat traveling my body left no doubt in my mind that our guests had been invited to amuse themselves with rubber bands against my skin. For those of you who think your everyday rubber band could not possibly hurt that bad, I suggest having one snapped as hard as possible on your skin. Personally, I find it more intense than a lot of other toys, but I like the fact that each snap leaves clear marks that tend to take a while to fade. I do so like marks and tenderness to remind me of what a slut I am. If you can’t be having sex all the time you can at least be thinking about it!
I am commanded back to stillness and the music again fills my ears. Inhaling deeply, I focus on the now tormenting tightness of the clips on my breasts and punani along with the spiraling echo of the pain from the welts the rubber bands have left. Another change in air and soft breeze across my skin notifies me of the arrival of another person.
It ends up being two new people if the touches on my body mean anything. I hold myself to stillness as four hands caress my skin, one set firm and finding my curves fascinating, another touch light and teasing and moving towards my breasts. I cry out again and moan, but manage to not chime the bells as more hands join the ones touching me. I don’t know now how many hands are touching me now, but a quick pinch to the welt on my breast combined with a finger sliding in my pussy forces a shiver and writhe of my pelvis from me chiming bells all over. I lose track of any thought coherent enough to count anything and instead simply struggle to not move any more.
Even over the sound of the music in my ears (now a soaring classic of some kind that makes what is happening feel even more surreal than it is) doesn’t quite cover the sound of laughter from the men as I whimper knowing I have more punishment to come. For a second, I am cold and a shiver I can’t control brings another chime from the bells, but then a twist of sharp snaps punish my body in different locations and my whimper escalates into a smothered scream. I can’t hear any discussion, but two fingers pushed into my soaked puss move in and out driving my arousal until a sharp tug on the clips on my breasts pushes aside anything but a moment of pain.
I’m so thankful for the permission for movement given to me ahead of time. There was simply no way I would have been able to hold my body still through this. But gratitude is only a vague thought barely held against the tumbling pleasures and pains driving me. Abruptly all touch leaves me, and my body is unsure whether to tumble into the orgasm that had almost overrode me, or whimper at the pain of the clips on my body. My body yearns now for more touch, more teasing but only to be denied.
After a blurred second I remember my commands for the evening and gradually become still as the men wander off to play their game. I make sure not to absentmindedly move as my mind drifts in a cloud of arousal stretching moments into infinity. I really am totally clueless as to how long it’s been, but the first hand of poker seem as if it must have lasted an eternity before someone finally came to touch me.
I inhale deeply at the firm touch of hands that are now caressing my body. Permission is whispered in my ear to move. I might not know any of the others enough to identify them yet, but I surely recognize the touch and voice of my friend already. Light teasing touches pull a moan from me followed by a grind of my pelvis as he tugs on the clips tormenting my pussy lips. Almost curiously, his fingers run lightly across my wetness and pause there to slide one finger slowly up inside me.
When his finger slides out of me he drags my juices up my belly before moving to tease my lips with a taste of myself. Tentatively, I dip my tongue onto his fingers licking away all my juices with a delicate fast movement. After a second I am trying to lap at empty air as his hands move to squeeze my breasts. I moan in pain, but my body only seems to strain for more of his touch. Pleasure or pain, it doesn’t seem to matter, I utterly crave his hands on my body.
Pain is a little more prominent to the point a tear drips down my cheek as he tugs my breasts by grabbing the bells, keeping the tension high enough to torment me without removing the clips themselves. Now I’m trying not to beg, quiet suppressed sobs the best I can do against the pain that has driven pleasure away. Releasing my breasts, my master leans in and kisses me deeply with his fist entwined in my hair.
His mouth devours mine as I make helpless hungry noises, his other hand slides up my arm. I feel his fingers twine around the chain of bells around my wrist and then a harsh yank pulls them from my wrist. I whimper slightly at the sharp pain,wishing I could see his expression, but prevented from doing so from the thrice damned blindfold. I feel his chuckle entering the kiss and then he pulls away. I turn as much as I can in my bonds pleading with every movement for him to touch me more. A fast disciplining snap against my skin of another rubber band reminds me that I am not here to make pleas, but as a toy to be used. I calm myself to stillness struggling to remain still while my body is climbing toward arousal again as I’m again abandoned for the card game.
The next hand seems to take longer yet and it’s hard for me to remain still the whole prolonged period. With such a long wait, the arousal is fading some, and the pinching sore tenderness from the clips is becoming more nagging. I am able to keep from moving though, until the next unexpected touch on my skin surprises me into jumping...

Hope yall enjoyed! I thrive on feedback xoxoxo moon

an open letter.. :)

moonmagiclady — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 07:57:25 +0000

Gather round now children.. I have a bedtime story for you.. it's a little different than my usual tales, but I hope it will send you off with a smile anyhow.

Once upon a time there was a young woman. She loved her husband and children with all her heart, but frequently wondered if she simply wasn't crazy with the things she always thought about and craved deep inside. The young woman's husband constantly reassured her that she wasn't crazy and shared his own longings with her,which made her feel better, but still she wondered if they were alone in feeling this way.

One day, simply by whim, the young woman's husband pulled her over to the computer to an adult chat spot that he had recently joined. She intended to immediately return to her book, but instead found herself completely immersed in the sensual and sexual world of online chat.

Finally, a place she could be herself, masochist or sadist, voyeur or exhibitionist, sweet or strong and find a group of friends who accepted her for who she was. The woman chatted for years watching friends come and go on the chatsite, wishing there was a way to go to that next level and keep in touch without taking too much of a risk.

Eventually a strange new phenomenon came around called facebook. The woman and the friends she had managed to stay in touch with rejoiced. HERE was a place where they could at least keep in touch, establish trust and be able to deepen friendships. But alas, this forum was all ages friendly and just not the same as chat.

While this new idea of facebook had been catching on, the original chat they had met at was steadlily declining in quality. More bots, hackers and cam whores were on daily, and the site seemed to care not at all when it lost their quality members. The friends despaired as years passed and no where seemed to meet all the goals they wanted for a meeting spot. Friendships began to drift a little and the woman had almost written her dream of a friendly bonding spot off.

Then one day cyber-tragedy occured and one of the woman's best friends was no longer a member on the website. Fortunately for everyone, another friend had recommended another small and not as busy site. It was run by a sexy and amazing woman named Sarah and a group of her friends. The friend who had been banned from the site checked out Sarahs and began to quietly mention it to her friends.. including the woman who this story begins with.

The woman missed her friends! She wanted all of them to be able to be together in one spot, happy and chatting with no short bus riders licking windows when other things should be getting licked. On her friends recomendation SHE checked out this Sarah's and also became excited. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe this was it.

Word began to pass quickly through the circle and now network of perv peeps. Soon more and more people, literally the 'cream of the crop" from the old site began to look into this new site. It could have been disasterous, so many new people invading the space of so many old people. But, the people in BOTH groups were not only amazing and openminded, but enjoyed meeting new friends and interacting with other sensually minded people. The worst of the beginning passed with little drama, Sarah quickly doing what was needed to welcome the new group while continuing to keep the site moderated and pleasant.

Soon the new group were as happy as peas in a pod, a new home had been opened up to them and soon they were giving as pleasant of a time as they were getting. And EVERYONE lived happily ever after!

Dear old peeps, Ty so much for everything over the years. Perhaps we've finally found a new bar.

Dear new peeps, Ty so much for your welcome, your perving and your friendships!

Dear BB, Kiss my ass.

and finally

Dear Sarah, TY for not only providing a forum that makes a difference, but for being sexy as all hell! RAWR! Perv on yall!

Kisses and licks on ALL my friends Old AND New!

Moon

Hometown Vacaition Part 6

moonmagiclady — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 00:44:12 +0000

Hometown Vacation Part 6

I know the sound of the bells won’t carry any further than the two of us, but if they do it will just appear to be noise from my perfectly acceptable anklet or bracelet. The chiming sound is almost constant due to my near constant need to squirm a little at the slight heat and tickle tormenting my clit from the cinnamon oil battling for my attention against the unrelenting sensation of the tight clips on my nipples, punani and earlobes. I wish I could sincerely say I hated the feelings, but it was all I could do to not drop to my knees right in the bar (icky floor….ewww) and beg to be used right there and then. I pull my eyes off the bartender’s cute round ass that I had been staring at in an attempt to distract myself (after living in the islands I DO see why that southern belle accent drives the boys crazy!) and grin at my companion.

Now, Rhineharts may be southern country redneck dining, but they have some of the best damn food in Augusta. (I have peasant taste buds, sue me!) Soon the bar has grown more crowded and since my master is a gentleman he rises and gives up his stool for a lady standing close by us. The lady compliments me casually on my lovely chiming bracelet after thanking my friend for his stool then turns to talk to her husband. My master steps over and slides his arms around me as if to snuggle, but I’m fairly sure such affection is not on the menu at the moment.

I’m proved correct as I turn my head and kiss his arm to cover his movement as he tugs on the clips on my nipples making me want to moan out loud. The pulling stimulating sensation seems to drive directly into my groin and I gasp quietly against his skin struggling not to throw my head back and beg for him to stop... stop or just rape me over the bar.

Fortunately the bartender distracts me a little as she bounces back over to drop off our crawfish, shrimp and crab dip and we order another round of drinks. When she turns again to go get our order, my master’s fingers slide up my thighs to push deep into my pussy. I’m sopping wet like we both knew I would be and he chuckles in my ear as he pulls his fingers from between my legs, picks up a piece of crab and cracking it open blatantly licking his fingers. My tongue darts out and catches his fingertip as he feeds me a bite of crab dip on crackers.

Dropping my gaze I look away; I’m slightly embarrassed at how quickly I fall into the mannerisms of a kept slut in his presence. The clips continue to be a torment to my serenity and the weight of the silently clinking benwa balls shoved deep in my hungry pussy is naggingly present; making the whole loud boisterous scene feel just slightly surreal. The food however, as always is completely delicious.

My friend turns for a moment to discuss the golf game playing on the TV with the guy on the other side of us. It’s Augusta. It’s Master’s Week. Rain is wet. Fire is hot. And golf will be on TV in any place serving alcohol this week. Grateful for the momentary break from his torments, I savor another bite of the crab dip while I look around the room.

There’s a second bartender coming on shift and I casually admire his body as he moves behind the bar to join the girl already working. When he turns to greet his first customer, I realize it’s an old acquaintance of mine…we had worked together at a bar several years ago. He still looked yummy and I commended myself on the good taste I had shown at the time. I give him a little wave and then a little distracted, I turn to see if my lover is still talking golf with strangers only to find him looking at me.

I realize maybe I haven’t been very subtle in admiring the lines of my old acquaintances body as my master is pretty obviously pissed. If we’d been out as friends, it would have been a whole different story.

However, the clips on my body tormenting me make it pretty clear what role I’m in here; and a slave’s eyes don’t go wandering when her owner is present. I blush and look down hoping to appease his obvious anger, but he moves close to me to slide his hand in my hair and pull my head back. I whimper slightly from his tight grip and glancing up, see him look across to meet the gaze of the bartender as he leans in to kiss me than bite my bottom lip so hard I know it will be tender and bruised later.

A snarl in my ear about being a faithless slut accompanies the kiss.

Protocol followed and dominance established he releases my hair and we return to dinner, with me driven just a little bit more insane with need to have him inside me.

While we finish eating he continues to torment me with his touch in small ways leaving me wet and needy. I’m craving him inside me and it’s only with superhuman effort that I manage not to rush through dinner. Okay, maybe not THAT much effort since I love good food second only to good sex, but a LOT of effort. As I chase the last of the dip across the plate to finish up our meal, my master winds his arms around me. Pressing firmly against my breasts, he whispers in my ear to slow down and relax, we have a busy night ahead. I shiver and wonder what is planned but I’m released without further hints as the bartender returns with our tab.

My friend pays the tab (I’m a feminist in many ways and I’ll go Dutch, but I’m also a lady and I do NOT offer to pay a bill if a gentleman has offered to pick it up! Lol) and leaving a generous tip, we head out the door and back to the car. The trip back to the hotel is not very long as traffic this time of night is almost nonexistent, and our conversation roams over different topics of interest including the fact that we both have the following day free. When he informs me that since I have no plans already I will be going out to the golf course with him I’m tempted to argue the point. I’m not a big fan of hot humid Georgia weather or of chasing a small ball around what is basically a huge lawn, but I’m pretty sure that golf will not be the top concern on the list, at least for me.

Parking the car takes only a moment and as we step into the elevator the role play instantly intensifies. I’m ordered to kneel right there, cheek pressed to his hip and I can only hope the door will not open to a group of strangers to the embarrassing sight this late in the evening. My luck holds out and soon he is rushing me through the hallway to return to my room. As soon as we open the door I feel his hand firm in the small of my back urging me inside. No time is wasted before I am ordered to remove my dress and go kneel by the bed.

Shivering, I do as I am told immediately. I know how to behave perfectly as a slave, but some people bring more rebellion out of me than others and this particular person seemed to bring out a lot of rebelliousness. Sometimes it’s harder for me to submit than others. I’m still on my knees when a blindfold descends to cover my eyes, the pressure of the cloth pressed up against the bells still tightly clipped on my ears causing another shiver of pain and anticipation to run up my spine. Next, accompanied by a slap to my ass that leaves a stinging spot, I am ordered to crawl up on the table in the dining area of the suite and lay spread eagled.

Quickly I struggle to obey, not so graceful while robbed of my vision. I make it onto the table though and do as I am commanded. My head spinning, it’s as if my senses have been sharpened to incredible levels. The stockings covering my legs are a contrast to the coolness to the table beneath me and I’m already aroused as I feel soft ropes snuggly pulled around my wrists and ankles securing me to the legs of table. I can’t help trying to struggle against the ropes at least a little, but the surrender to my curiosity costs me a sharp slap to my inner thigh.

Nothing visible to my eyes but dark, I take a deep breath and struggle to listen for a hint of what is coming. Soon, I hear footsteps fading away, then the sound of either the refrigerator or the freezer opening. I’m pretty sure what is coming so I half expect it; but I still arch my back with a smothered squeal as an ice cube begins to trace its way around my sore and tormented nipples and then down the curves of my waist and hips. As the ice cube runs by the chiming clips on my body, my master makes sure to take a moment and press it to the metal, sending a more aching type pain through my nipples and pussy. The cold drips off the ice cube seem to each bite my skin with an icy touch until licked and kissed off my skin by him with accompanying sharp nips that soon have me squirming.

I’m so needy now; I can lightly smell my scent in the air and am almost embarrassed at the level of my own arousal. The ice cube has made its way to drip into my bellybutton with a light tickling sensation when I hear a knock at the door. Frozen in panic I hear my friend’s voice remind me that he did say our night was just getting started… Before I can protest, a gag has been shoved in my mouth and I hear the door open and a stranger’s voice. Straining I hear my master’s voice reply, but I can’t determine exactly what either of them is saying. More moments pass and then my friend returns to my side.

He tells me that he has three friends coming over to join him for a game of poker. The winner of each hand gets to remove one of the chiming items that I am wearing and has five minutes to do what they wish with me as long as they don’t untie me from the table. The bells can then be used for stakes in the game. Whoever has the most of the bells at the end of the game gets to use me in the bedroom for the rest of the night.

I’m shocked at the idea and caught off guard but when he takes the gag out of my mouth and asks me if I wish to use my safe word and I decline vehemently. I’m far too stubborn (and perversely intrigued) to quit at this point!

Although I’d like to have my friend’s company to myself for the night, and have certainly craved it for longer than I care to remember, it looked like I was in for a fantasy evening no matter what. I knew down to my bones that he wanted to take me and top me just as badly as I wanted him to do so,I could play along with other games for now…

I strain to hear my new seducer as he asks my master something, hoping to get a hint of the night to come, but as if anticipating my very thoughts, soft earplugs join the blindfold in shutting out my senses from the outside world. The last thing I hear is my master’s voice whispering two commands in my ear.

The first command being that I am not allowed to move but must remain completely still while laying here on this table. Every chime of bells from unpermitted movement would be punished later by whoever took me for the night. We both knew this would be utterly impossible for me, dooming me to punishment of one kind or another at someone’s hand before the night was over.

The second command? I’m told I am not allowed to speak a single world. I may make sounds and noises, but absolutely no speech. For tonight at least, I am just a little animal. I’m present only for their use and amusement and I will not be allowed to speak. Just a pet for them to degrade and please themselves with; that was my role here.

I suppose I should say I was angry… or worried… but the crashing waves of arousal and the razor edge of torment and pleasure that I had been walking told me the night would only get better. I began to inhale and exhale wondering when the first hand would be played... and over ….

Love yall! Moon

Hometown Vacation Part 5

moonmagiclady — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 07:46:57 +0000

Hometown Vacation 5

My own needs ignored, I am commanded to move onto the bed and return there to my knees-wide kneeling position. His tight grip encircles my wrists and my hands are moved back over my head before I’m given a quiet reminder to hold my body still through all that will follow. He pulls out something that makes a small silvery tinkling sound and I catch a momentary glimpse of a shine between his fingers.

Soft jingling sounds as a light chain (with what I assume are small bells from the sounds I can hear) is fastened onto one ankle, it’s serpentine caress a tease against my skin. A chiming bracelet joins it on the wrist of the opposite side. My mind spins in confusion, but then snaps tightly into focus and comprehension as a tight clip is allowed to snap shut on my sensitive nipple; more soft chimes telling me there are bells attached to this clip and the one that follows on my other equally sensitive opposite nipple.

I am already keening softly but quietly into clenched teeth from the nagging but tolerable (for now) pain of the bells on my nipples even before another tight set of clips is fastened to my undeniably swollen pussy lips. A soft mocking chuckle and a whispered comment in my ear concerning what a whore I am to be aroused from this accompanies the brush of a fingertip across my dripping wetness. His taunting touch sets off a shiver that jingles the small bells decorating my body.

Tight clip on earrings with more tiny jingling silver bells are pinched onto my sensitive earlobes and this last tiny addition to the tiny throbs of pain all over by body brings a wave of dizziness and blood rushing to my skin. I squirm and almost remove my hands from over my head setting off another quiet but obvious set of jingles, but a snarl reminds me that I have been commanded to stillness. Taking deep slow breaths to process all the sensations souring through my body I find my breath and focus on stillness. After a few moments the tiny betraying chimes have silenced.

I feel cold curved metal pressed against my wet pussy and then lightly chiming benwa balls are slid up inside of my wet pussy bringing a moan from me, but I manage to not move or make a bell jingle. Instead, I clench my muscles around the toys, savoring the feel of them against the walls of my pussy, filling me up and feeling heavy inside me. Another moan escapes me at the feeling of being so handled and used. I think we must be ready now, but then feel the hood of my clit spread to exposes my swollen bud, moist from arousal betraying me to teasing humiliation for what a slut I am.

Every muscle in my body tenses in fear that a belled clip will complete the set there, but instead what feels like smooth rather warm oil is teasingly rubbed over it. Shocked, I almost tumble into an orgasm but abruptly realize I do not have permission to cum. Not ready to beg yet only (I know) to be denied, I struggle to move back from that drop into joyful euphoria. For a moment the oil is only simple warmth, but then my pelvis squirms as the slight scent of cinnamon reaches me and the oil warms just a little more than is truly comfortable. The sensation now is one of both warmth and a slight oversensitivity and almost tickling-itching sensation. Of course, now it’s become even harder to sit still and I moan again as I fruitlessly try not to move, the chimes of all the small bells betraying my failure remorselessly.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and am shocked for a moment at what I see. Here I am decorated with delicate tormenting bells enhancing (or betraying) my every movement, my hair disheveled, stockings caressing my legs and my skin flushed in arousal. I look the very image of a slave slut who wants nothing more than to be used for a piece of fuck meat. My master notices my fascination with my reflection and laughs at my vanity while he yanks me from the bed to the floor still on my knees.

My face is pushed hard against the bulge in his jeans and I frantically rub my face across him and lick the material to feel just the pressure of him against my panting tongue. I want to taste him ever so badly, just the scent of his skin is driving me insane. The oil rubbed over my clit keeps my hips squirming and moving and I moan into his crotch, hoping for mercy of some kind. Tiny bells jingle without pause and he laughs at my predicament. Mercy is apparently not on the menu for tonight as with amusement in his voice, I am ordered to put my dress back on.

I do as commanded to the quiet sound of the bells chiming. The small torments encircling my body have made my skin flush and all my nerves seem to be at their most sensitive making the slithery touch of the dress sliding back over my body arousing in itself. Truthfully, I’m beginning to enjoy the sound of the chimes. None of them individually are loud enough to be noticed, and even with some movement, the chiming is nothing that can’t be written off to the anklet and bracelet that are showing.

Extending his hand to help me to my feet my master is a gentleman until the end. I take it; rise gracefully (ha! Now you KNOW its fantasy!)and then finish the last of my wine. My body is beginning to adjust to the torment of the clips; the tinkling bells now a light almost pleasant reassuring weight, their every sway reminding me that my master’s touch is tormenting my body even as we leave to enter the hallway. He opens the door and ushers me out before him, a wide smile on his face as I jingle my way through.

A quick hop in the car on the parkway and soon enough we are where I’ve suggested for dinner. I like fine dining and fancy just as much as the next person, but sometimes down home is good too. I may not have been back to Augusta for four years, but that town changes slowly. I still knew enough people in the food and beverage industry there that I was able to get the reassurance I needed that Rhineharts was still where I wanted to go eat. Along with one of my old bosses running it now, I was assured that the food remained as tasty and the place itself as casual and fun as I remembered.

It would be especially rambunctious there this evening and I was looking forward to it. I enjoy the feeling of being teased and tormented in the middle of a crowd of people who don’t know what is happening. I love that feeling of being so close to getting caught, and having that little secret with the person teasing you. Rhineharts would supply the perfect venue for just that game.

We entered the small bar and restaurant and the noise and smell of seafood fills the air. My friend and I manage to push in and find stools at the bar with the help of a flirtatious smile on my part. I’m sure the fact that my eyes were huge with arousal and the dreamy look on my face from the pressure of the clips had nothing to do with it at all.

As we place our order for drinks, my master’s hand slides over to mischievously rub against the side of my breast as soon as the bartender turns her back. I shiver and the chimes sound quietly. I feel my blood rushing and my head spins a little as I wonder where the night will go from here....

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Kisses and licks,

Moon

Hometown Vacation Part 4

moonmagiclady — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 01:05:04 +0000

Hometown Vacation Part 4.... Enjoy!
Rolling the door to the storage unit down with a slam; I stand, stretch and snap the lock shut. Today had been spent digging through and clearing out the items we had left in storage when moving to Hawaii. After a couple years in storage, despite the best caretaking my brother had given, some sentimentally valued things had gotten dusty and moldy. I was hot and sweaty and hoping I would be able to enjoy a leisurely bath before getting ready for my evening.
It was not to be though, I realized, looking down at my watch and gave a small groan.   I had left myself barely enough time to get ready before meeting my friend at his hotel where we planned to start the evening with a drink at the bar. Well, I’m not a girl into taking hours to get ready, and had become even less so since moving to the islands, a shower and change of clothes wouldn’t take long.
Closing the trunk of my rental, I head back towards my friends house with the windows rolled down. Southern heat at this time of year is almost perfect, usually not too humid yet as it will be in just a few weeks. I love the crisp mornings that sneak into warm afternoons with just enough of a breeze to make the most experienced golfer wish The Masters wasn’t broadcast on national TV.
Back at the house I take a moment to pour myself a tall glass of ice and lemonade from the fridge and throw a shot of Jack Daniels in it to take with me into a hot shower. I don’t bother much with makeup, or fancy hairstyles, but it’s important to me to feel like I smell good and that my body is tempting to touch and taste so I grab the organic soap I grab back at the farmer’s market in Hawaii and take it into the shower with me. I love the feel of this soap sliding over my body, and the way that the steam will carry the scent for a long time afterwards. This particular soap had a wonderful mix of tropical jasmine and honey and I had mixed essential oils myself before leaving home until I was content that I had a lotion that complimented and gently layered the scents on my skin.
A pair of thigh high stockings goes on first after drying off, with a final gentle tug I move them a little higher than most women wear. I love how they frame my shaved pussy as if it’s on display when worn like this. A lightweight short (but not slutty short) black cotton sundress flows over the curves of my body next. The embroidery on the top is almost enough to hide the fact that as usual I’m not wearing a bra and the length being long enough to hide the laced top of the stockings, almost. “Almost,” being, “not quite,” as my nipples were tight and pushed hard up against the fabric at the thought of my upcoming evening and the occasional peek of shadowed lace was seen if I sat down. Winding my hair into a carless but effective French twist, I glance once more at my hard nipples before giving a grin and sticking my tongue out at my reflection. A swish of powder and a few swipes of eyeliner are my extensive makeup routine and soon I am out the door. It’s almost scandalous here to go without makeup, but an advantage that comes with maturity is I simply don’t care. Take me or leave me as I am, that’s my motto.
Sliding on a pair of low pumps and bending my knee to buckle them on my ankles I give a predatory smile of my own. I like low enough heels to not risk breaking my neck if I’m a little tipsy, but high enough to add just a little more oomph to my legs. Standing, I head for the car and crank up the Jake Owen on the radio then head downtown to the Riverwalk area. I give my friend a call on my cell phone when I get there and he invites me up for a pre-dinner- drink drink. A smile on my face, I lock the car and head up in the elevator.
My friend has a beautiful room done lavishly in a welcoming Southern style. Stepping to the wide windows I admire the view of the river he has. It IS pretty, but when you see Mauna Kea touching the sky and kissed with snow on the way to work and the ocean stretching before you in both rain and shine on a daily basis on the way home, the view of a river, (no matter how pretty) lacks a certain grandeur. Still the view is sweet and I smile watching the people below us stroll down the side walk, my mind drifting back through the years.
Pretty couples holding hands and mothers with their kids. A science museum and other activities during the day make this area family oriented,and well patrolled for downtown. I suspect it’s a little less safe than it was 20 years ago to walk it at night though. With time comes change, and not always for the best. I vividly remember having sex with my high school boyfriend out here without any worry we would get mugged, but only if we would get caught when the area was new and shiny… probably wouldn’t be such a good idea these days.
My friend and temporary Dom hands me a glass of red wine and we turn together and look out the window for a moment.   I can see his back muscles tightening and I smile a tiny bit to myself at the revealing body language and wonder how much more tolerance I am going to be given. Apparently not very much as a quick narrowing of his eyes at me encourages me to put down my glass of wine and kneel as I quite well know I should have done on entering the room. I struggle to bite back my smile from widening at the enjoyment being able to read him even a little gives me, but I can sense that I’m not doing so successfully. I have a SLIGHT tendency to test the limits… occasionally.
As I kneel submissively back on my heels he strolls over and lightly runs his fingers over my neckline, caressing lightly right across the base of my hairline to pull a shiver of anticipation with the shaper edge of fear out of me. For all of our getting to know one another online, I’m not stupid and I do realize there is the potential for this to go very bad, very quickly if he has misrepresented himself and his limits. Acknowledging that risk and thought only adds to the butterflies in my stomach raising my nerves to an even higher pitch.
Feeling his touch brush over the three small pins that hold my hair up it flashes across my mind that he could, if he wanted to, gather my hair tight in his fist, pull me backwards into an arch and simply take me there on the floor of his hotel room. My nipples tighten just a little more than they already are at the possible thought, then almost as if he can read my mind he pulls his hand back and orders me to crawl over to the bed. I keep my eyes dropped and as sensually as I can on my hands and knees I move towards the bed. The feel of the carpet against rubbing my knees makes me crave sensation all over my body and I can only hope he will satiate this craving for me soon.
Following his commands once again, after I reach the bed I lift the dress over my head and stand in stockings and heels only, hands laced together behind my neck, breasts thrust out. I know my body is begging to be violated. What I don’t know is if he will indulge me. Moments pass as he inspects me and again doubt rises in me as it will for any person. Online so much can be controlled with camera and backspace, but real life is so much more…What if the heat we have is not there now that he actually sees me? What if it’s just me who wants him? What if I’m too old, or the wrong figure or the list goes on. The dragging silence only serves to worry more. Now I’m scared to look up, not to be disciplined, but what if there is disinterest, dislike or what if he’s even attempting to not laugh at me for being so needy or for simply being the slut I am?
Somehow without a word spoken, as most good tops will, he realizes something is not quite right. I haven’t moved or changed positions, but the energy riding the air between us has shifted suddenly and we can both feel it. A gentle touch under my chin and he lifts my gaze to meet his. I feel like I’m drowning in the darkness that is his eyes but what I can’t miss is the hunger in his look. I’m not alone in wanting this so badly, he just has more self control than I do in showing it. One gentle kiss is placed softly on my lips and all my worries disappear in straight lust.
“Kneel.” One word… no doubt in his voice that it will be obeyed. And of course it is.
Unbuttoning his shirt he leaves on the belt and jeans, bringing an almost growl of hunger from deep in me. I want so badly to slide the leather belt from the loops of his pants and offer it to him to discipline me. I want so badly to rub my face across the crotch of his jeans, breathing hot moist air against the firm erection I feel see pressed against the seam of his zipper straining to escape.   I’m not allowed any of this though as he leans in to bite my neck at first gently, but then progressively harder as he makes his way down my body. Now he does entwine his grip in my hair and pulling my head backwards meets my gaze to look at me possessively.
With soft kisses and perfectly placed bites down my neckline he growls in my ear of all the ways he is going to possess me over the next week and all the fantasies he’s going to make sure that I remain on my knees (or another just as submissive position) and fulfill for both of us. My body reacts to his words without thought, I want nothing in the world at this moment more than to catch the firmness of him against me again, but it doesn’t matter what slaves want, now does it?...

Cyberslut experience

moonmagiclady — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 22:26:57 +0000

Cyberslut Experience

You take me to the limits
Of dreams so dark and free,
I surrender will to you
And gift myself to thee.

All my inhibitions
I lay right at your feet.
Kneeling here before you,
Submission feels so sweet

Knowing that I crave this
A knowing smile upon your face,
Pain and pleasure bound together
Have brought me to this place.

I hear your mocking laughter
Tears dripping in my need,
My darkness strives to match yours
As your wishes are decreed

I writhe and beg to please you,
Dark fantasy and dreams,
Find their ways across the ether
or so it surely seems.

I gave you all of me
My fears, my needs, my mind,
But, now I kneel here in the dark
With you impossible to find.

Perhaps I gave too much
Admittedly loving how we play,
Mind, Heart and Loving Spirit
Have only driven you away.

Hometown Vacation Part 2

moonmagiclady — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 23:10:35 +0000

Hometown Vacation Part 2

Making my way into the house has allowed me to recover a little of my balance though and I decide I don’t want to give up all control quite this soon. I move off the couch with a grin of my own and stroll over to the bar to fix both of us drinks. My friend smiles a wide and amused grin as he watches me postpone what we are both 99% sure is utterly inevitable.

I quickly scoop some ice followed by a pour of Jack into a glass for him and grab another glass of wine for myself. Jack is a classic and so is the Merlot I pick out of the choices at the bar. Turning to bring the drinks back to the couch, I almost run into my guest who has silently made his way across the room. I blink and then tilt my head up just a tad to meet his gaze. I’m not sure if “bring it” is in my eyes, but I sure hope so.

He has me pinned up against the bar, but I was right where I wanted to be, so rather than try and slide away I simply smiled and pointed out that he had to let go of one side or the other if he wanted his drink. J Hands slide down my sides and then his grip tightens on my waist to lift me up onto the barstool to show me the third alternative. I can’t hold back a squealing gasp of surprise at this slight rise of the stakes and wait a long hesitation of about .02 seconds before sliding out of my tank top and bra. His hands lift and rub across my nipples, then he pulls my arms behind me.

“Leave them there,” he whispers to me. No doubt at all in his voice that I would obey.

I do.

He stands back for a moment looking me up and down with a dark pleasure in his eyes sipping on the drink I have brought him. I try and picture what he sees, my hair disheveled from the car ride over, my breasts pushed out from my hands behind my back, the little black skirt brushing across the top of my thighs as my calves dangled over the side of the barstool. I wonder for a second if it’s odd for him to see me in real life. At any rate, if so it certainly doesn’t seem to be causing any confidence problems. He sets his drink down on the bar and sliding his hand over my hips rubs his thumb across the edge of my belly button before unbuttoning the skirt. He smiles and tugs it out from under me so that now my bare ass is against the cool leather of the stool. His eyes hold a touch of something that leaves me unsure momentarily, and then all I can think of is how fun this will be.

Stepping closer now, he gives me a small smile as I whimper and twist a little in vain as he slides a cold ice cube across my lips, down the side of my neck and into the curve of my belly, between my legs, then without pausing a moment pushes it up inside me. What is it about ice games that it always feels like the first time? The shock of that icyness drifting across my most private areas, against the warm wetness that between my legs has become… And as it slides inside, parting the lips to sit inside me, delicious.

My whimper repeats and then turns into a soft appreciative moan as his lips follow the same line of sensation, the cold skin rising hot beneath his kisses and the twist of temperatures leaving me more vulnerable to a zing of pain when his teeth nip into my soft flesh. His command to remain where I am is becoming difficult to obey, but not so much a challenge that I fail.

Perhaps sensing my struggle, or perhaps simply to amuse himself, or simply because he does this to all his conquests, he holds his drink up over me and let’s fall a stream of whiskey to land in a cold line from my shoulder, roll across my breast and between my thighs to make a small puddle there. The tip of his tongue seems to find every trace of it on my skin and when he lifts his head from between my legs and gives me permission to release my hands all I can do is grab a handful of his hair and writhing under his nipping bites between my legs beg him not to stop. I want his tongue inside me hot and demanding, to lick and taste the last trickles of icy water dripping from my hungry cunt, but my desperate begging is simply a cause for amusement.

Lifting his head from between my legs he kisses me and I wrap my legs around his waist rubbing my naked crotch against the seam of his slacks. I want to devour the taste of him under the taste of me, I want to lick the taste of us together out of his mouth. His hands slide under my ass, and I’m almost expecting it when he lifts me and carries me to the couch kissing me and rubbing his face on mine.

This time when he puts me on the couch I remain where I am, languorously stretch out and look right at him. A dark look in his beautiful eyes that makes me wonder where this might lead, he prowls over to the couch pulling his shirt over his head and undoing his leather belt and pants on his way. I love the sound of a man taking off his belt and the whispered hiss it makes as he pulls it out of his pants tightens places inside of me in a strong need to feel him inside me. His arousal matches mine in it’s ferocity and I savor the sight of his cock already hard and straining with just one single glistening drop of precum at the tip. Hoping to kneel and taste him again, I start to roll off the couch but he is upon me before I even complete the movement.

His body pinning me to the couch, he slides his perfect weight over me to lie between my open thighs where his eager mouth finds my juicy dripping pussy. Hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise add to the sensations flooding through my body and I moan aloud, arch back and buck my hips against his hungry mouth. The feeling of his teeth scraping across my clit contrasting with his hot tongue inside me tumble me spinning into the arousal I've already attained and I grow dizzy.

His hands momentarily move from grasping my thighs to reach up and knead my breasts, squeezing hard enough to cause my hips to buck again. Momentarily my mind returns to reality enough to wonder if I will have bruises on my breasts tomorrow. But soon that worry is washed away by endorphins and adrenalin. Rough play with my breasts and hard pinches on my nipples are two of the most arousing types of foreplay for me, and can bring me to an orgasm with nothing else… another thing he knows from our conversations. There are no words to describe the eroticness of a partner who has never touched you before, but knows most of your needs and wants. It's like having a demon lover you've sold your soul for… but probably better.

One hand leaves my breast to slide fingers inside of me while the other moves to tightly grip my hip, again hard enough for bruises. I tighten my muscles around his fingers, and a moan of his own escapes him. I love knowing a man wants me as badly as I want him and I relish the knowledge that the deep need for satisfaction that I have nursed for so long flows through his own body and spirit as well.

I can’t think of anything but having him inside of me and when he stands, I can clearly see that he is being rode hard by desire himself. He rises and looms over me to tease me with light touches of his cock rubbing along my mouth. The drops of precum gathering on the head of his cock are wiped across my lips and cheeks leaving my skin sticky. When I reach my hand up to wipe off my cheek, a snarled command to leave it as is makes me even wetter.

I open my mouth and whimper out loud, words tumble from my lips begging him to let me taste and caress his hardness with my lips and tongue. I’m not even sure my begging is coherent and his laughing refusal sends me into a frustrated fury. I can't believe that something I have fantasized about and masturbated imagining has just tumbled into my life....synchrodestiny at it's finest...grins. Of course now that very something is probably going to cause me to lose my sanity from teasing, but hey, for every good a bad, right?

He refuses to allow me even a single taste of his delicious erection, continuing to tease me with feather light touches along my body, brushing down my cheek, then pulling away from my open wet mouth. Despite my continued begging, he denies me even another small taste of him. With an inpatient snarl to shut up he orders me onto the couch on my hands and knees, then pushes on the small of my back until I am down on my elbows and knees, ass high in the air.

He slaps my ass hard, then pushes his fingers back into my pussy, as if the wetness dripping down my thighs wasn't enough of a hint for how aroused I am. I bury my face in the soft cushions on the couch and pant into the fabric. I plead with him over and over to enter me, to push his hot thick hardness into my waiting starving pussy. I'm going insane with need and I can't even think, except to wonder how he can possibly have the self control to not bury himself deep inside me after all this time.

I worry for a moment that perhaps he is disappointed, maybe I'm not as pretty as he expected. As if reading my doubts in the small changes of my body language, he pulls his fingers from me to bury them, still covered with my cum, in my hair and yanks me back onto my knees. I stare at him, my eyes wide and startled for a moment, then we kiss and I can taste and feel the hunger in him, a heat and need to match my own, and my doubts fly out the window.

He flings my body forward again, and I lose my balance from my knees and end up flat on my belly. No more patience to tease or even wait for me to regain my balance now, he shoves his oh so hard cock into my pussy and I am too far gone to even moan. I begin to babble thanks and he pushes my face into the cushions and tells me to shut up.

He thrusts into me hard and fast, and I scream orgasms over and over into the pillow. He laughs as he fucks me and breathes nasty obscenities into my ears. He reminds me what a whore I am, showing and telling me with my body's own reactions how much I love every hard slamming thrust into my wet cunt. He pushes himself as hard and deep as he can into me and slides a hand under my chest to pinch my nipples hard, harder than I expect and I scream as I cum again even harder.

Harsh words fall into my ears, his voice of mocking me for how I crave the pain/pleasure that he gives me. The words push me over the edge as he pulls out of my pussy and without warning me, pushes ever so slowly but firmly, his head of his cock first splitting me open, then sliding it's way deep into my ass. I whimper for a moment, then catching a breath, thrust my hips back against him and wordlessly beg for him to have no pity or mercy on me, but to use me for his pleasure.

Demanding my attention, refusing to allow me the release of drowning in the sensations he has poured over me, he demands that I tell him out loud what a slut I am and orders me to share every dark and nasty need I've ever fantasized about while masturbating online with him. He fucks my ass harshly while I obey. Tears drip from my closed eyes as confusion and embarrassment battle with arousal until I simply can't think at all. When I fall silent for a moment, he leans down and whispers in my ear that he loves to fuck naughty cum-hungry whores like me, then snickers and tells me that the things he wants are darker and nastier than anything I have shared.

I shiver all over in response to his words, then his tempo begins to increase as words leave both of us. Our bodies entwined, completely His I feel his cock spasming and pouring his sweet jism inside me. I cum again at the sensation, then am capable of doing nothing more but simply dropping my head forward and resting it on the pillow I have only moments ago been screaming into. He chuckles, shifts his weight until we are both comfortable, drops his head onto my back and with a smile says softly, "Nice to meet you Moon."

Bursting into laughter, I agree and offer my guest a shower and something to drink....

Hope you guys enjoyed! Kisses and licks

Moonie

Hometown Vacation Part 1

moonmagiclady — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 04:25:18 +0000

Hometown Vacation: Part 1~

Laying my book down on the tablecloth beside me I gaze out the window, enjoying the soft curves of the golf course the clubhouse overlooks. The book was an eastern poet, Hafiz, who a friend of mine had recommended, well, pretty much ordered me to read. I had to admit, the images were beautiful, perhaps enhanced a little by being on vacation. With a languorous stretch and another sip of my Chianti, a wide smile crosses my lips. I was back in Augusta, Georgia for two weeks, and tonight was one of the few nights I wasn't planning to go out and party pretty hard with some friends of mine. Trips to the mainland are expensive and can only be done every few years. My intention was to fit in as much wining and dining as possible while I was here.

The first week of my vacation was purposely planned to overlap with the Masters golf tournament, which was a huge party week in this town. Growing up here I had hit the clubs plenty myself the rest of the year, but I had almost always worked through this week (it was always worth it!) and my plan to make up for it this year. A friend of mine who lived in a private community loves to get out of town for that week, so we had traded house keys and kisses in LA when our flights crossed, taking her to Hawaii and me to Augusta.

Getting to reconnect with some old friends and having a very, very good time was wonderful, but I was glad to take a night just for myself tonight. An early night at the country club for a light dinner and drinks, then I planned on returning to the house and a hot bath filled with candlelight and scented oils. I had gone out last night, dinner and the clubs, and ended up fighting off the same male wolves I had fought off for the years I lived here. Some places don't change very much, and Augusta fights hard to be one of them. So, although glad to see my friends, I was enjoying my night of solitude.

I’m completely and shamelessly addicted to the internet and I’d made sure to bring my laptop with me on this trip. Logging into one of my favorite chat rooms that morning I had noticed one of my friends was online, but once again not in the actual chat room. This had been the case for two to three days now. It was unusual to not see him several days running and idly I wondered what was going on with him. Sipping my wine with a dreamy smile and thinking about the most recent exchange of emails we had indulged in I hope all is well with him and that we will run into each other online soon.

Turning to signal for my waiter and (more importantly)for my next glass of wine, I catch sight of what seems to be a familiar face across the room and my world spins as a feeling of DeJaVu rises over me. Thank goodness I wasn't holding my drink already, because I would have dropped it on the floor. I take a deep breath to calm my sense of shock and decide perhaps I need a shot to go with my next glass of wine. What the HELL was he doing here?

Because there he was. Right there. Unless I was hallucinating my friend from online was sitting directly across the club from me, smoking cigars and enjoying drinks with a few other guys. Before I even have a chance to process the whole concept of us being in the same state, let alone same room, he looks around the room with a small frown, as if feeling my gaze upon him. A split second later scanning the room he sees me, and gets a shocked look himself. He recovers faster than I do though, and a slow wicked smile that promises more temptation than the serpent gave Eve crosses his face. My shock is still there, but joined now by a quickly rising arousal, I didn’t have one tenth the shame Eve did, this serpent could tempt all he wanted!

A few mildly curious gazes turn in my direction as he stands and says something to his companions, then he pushes his chair back and strolls between the diners to my table. Like any predator his movements are sure and graceful. I know how the gazelle feels after the lion has chosen his prey, or a teenager with a crush from the way my heart beats faster and faster at his approach. He reaches my table and doesn't hesitate a moment before leaning in and placing a polite kiss lightly on the cheek.

I touch my cheek as he grins (that DAMN devilish mischievous grin) and asks if he can join me at my table. In what universe would I say no to that? Inhaling when he kisses me, I can smell the scent of his cigar smoothly blended with the Jack Daniels he was drinking. I can taste both off his lips and underneath that is the scent and taste of him. His skin, the taste of him right here for me, I can’t bring myself to believe it yet and wonder for a moment if I’m dreaming. My blood races and I can I feel myself grow moist between my thighs as flashes of shared fantasy race through my thoughts. Casually he picks up the book I am reading to see what it is. He reads the title, rubs the spine softly with his thumb and smiles, then looks at me expectantly still waiting on my answer...Of course I invite him to join me, and of course he does.

We casually discuss how we both ended up here this particular week, (Duh Moon, what else motivates people to visit here besides golf... nothing) his fingers lightly caressing my thigh under the table. I’m still in shock over both of us being together and his touch is light and teasing, just a feather’s weight more than fantasy. I haven’t even had a chance to completely process his presence here or to wonder if he’s as imaginative and bold in person as he is online when without warning or any change in his voice, his hand slides higher up my thigh and I silently thank the country club for having long white tablecloths and candlelight in the evenings. Both help to hide a multitude of sins.

And hiding sins is certainly what I’m in need of as I flush and squirm imperceptibly under his touch. His finger slides higher to tease that sensitive fold between thigh and hip and I want to get up and demand we leave right now. It’s as if all the lust built up between us over the past several months have hit me all at once. I need to get myself under control and quickly, but I can't bring myself to push him away. Not only do I not have any real desire to do so, but I want to see how far he will take this. His confident control of my body and it's needs, his amusement at my helplessness once aroused, it’s no different than his online behavior, and my imagination keeps teasing me to see if his imagination and stamina is as claimed online as well.

I had dressed casual, a short white tennis skirt and light matching tank top with a black open front sweater thrown over my shoulders. After all, there was no need to dress up since I would be running out only for a quick dinner before returning to the house. I wasn't wearing any panties, I never do unless it’s a PTA meeting, as he would well know from our multitude of chats online. Silently daring me to stop him, his finger parts my wet and very swollen pussy lips causing me to lick my lips and pant lightly for a moment. He uses just the tip, enough to get an idea of how hot and wet I am, before he pulls it out and chuckles softly.

“So you didn’t lie about what a slut you are… What else did you not lie about I wonder?”

A wide smile crosses my face. “I rarely lie, and never about sex.”

Looking at me across the table, he leans back in his chair and smiles thoughtfully then asks where I am staying. When I give him the address we find out it's only a couple streets over from the house he and his friends have rented for the week. Usually the universe likes to fill my life with irony, but once in a while it tosses me a favor. He smiles, excuses himself for a moment, and returns to speak to his friends. I hear male laughter as this time more heads turn to look at me. Instead of blushing this time though, I sip my wine and send a wicked flirtatious smile in the group's direction.

Turning to look at me, he notices my flirting and glares at me for a moment before the amused thoughtful smile he is trying to hide breaks through. He settles on calling me a "disrespectful bitch" when he returns to the table, but with the smile still there. I immediately return my full attention to him, taking time now to savor looking him up and down, letting myself enjoy the knowledge that we are in the same place, actually physically in the same place! Taking a moment to wonder with a shiver what might happen next some of the talks we’ve had flash across my mind and I wonder if I might be in over my head.

I meet his eyes and lick my lips slowly, then drop my gaze lower, enjoying the build of his body, just as delicious in person as I thought it would be. I meet his eyes and give a sassy smirk before replying to his name calling with "respect should be earned."

He laughs out loud and with a thoughtful smile suggests we head back to one of our houses for drinks and discussion, on such topics as earning respect and the unlikely synchronicity of us running into one another. I agree that further discussion is warranted on these topics and slide off of my chair and slip my arm into his to stroll through the club. My tan legs look long and toned under the short skirt, and I smile widely as I realize that he is purposely leading us past his friends table.

As we pass, I turn back and stick my tongue out at the guys, making sure to bounce just a little more with my walk to tease them with the possibility of a flash of my nice round ass. Yoga has many benefits. My high sex drive and flexibility during sex are some I enjoy the most, but guys seem to appreciate the tight muscles it leaves without losing my feminine curves. Lately adding belly-dance into my routine seems to have emphasized those curves even more. I wear lots of hip-slung clothes when I'm home in Hawaii, simply because I'm vain and like to show off how my hips curve out from my waist.

My companion simply raises his eyebrows at my behavior, and then whispers in my ear, “You are not a child, and punishment can be delayed for bad behavior yet still effective with an adult.” I shiver a little in both anticipation and a touch of curious worry for where this night may go. My tight nipples and my wet punani pretty much guarantee that I will be sticking around to find out despite the touch of worry.

Outside the club, we walk to the truck I've rented, just a basic little black Ranger, but I had insisted on the darkest window tint possible from the rental place. I hate dealing with glare. I toss him the keys, (I won't drive with a man in the car if it is avoidable) and slide into the passenger seat, crossing my legs and letting the skirt climb higher on my legs. My mind can’t seem to process anything but how horny I am and how bad I want this man inside me.

Hoping to please him and get the ball rolling once he’s in the truck, I shamelessly sling my left leg over the driver seat, my right up on the dashboard and spread my legs for his viewing pleasure. My legs wide apart, I rub my finger in small circles over my clit, lolling my head back and caressing my breasts with the other hand hoping to tempt him into violating my body right here in the parking lot. Surprise and shock roll over me as he slaps my hand away to stop my masturbating and glares at me.

Using a tight grip in my thick auburn hair, he drags me harshly across his lap and pulls my skirt up with a growl. The slacks he’s wearing rub hard against my nipples after I am drug over the console. The truck is cramped (I prefer stick shifts, lol) and there is no way for me to escape his firm grip holding me in his lap. I start to demand he release me, but before a word can escape his next actions and words tell me how this game is going to go.

His hand lands hard across my ass as I squirm fruitlessly trying to get away. In a low voice carrying amusement he commands me to repeat that "I should not act like a whore in my home town." every time he strikes me. His hand falls hard and sharp against my skin over and over and I squirm and wiggle in vain. Soon he tires of hearing the same thing and has me use new words, slut, whore, tramp, skank, tease..other words. Over and over again I frantically repeat my promise to behave, until finally, ass flaming red and tender, he allows me to return to my seat.

I sullenly buckle my seatbelt and pout for moment at not being taken here and now. How can he have such self control when we’ve had foreplay literally for months? Without conscious thought, I wiggle for a moment against the cool leather, savoring the contrast of it against my hot skin, and he smirks then helpfully points out that only a slut would find a way to enjoy all this.

Now I am a tad embarrassed, I hope that no one has seen us in the parking lot as he starts the car and we pull out into the road. We decide to head to my house since I’m not sharing with anyone. With a reminder that while he is around, his body is under his command, he tells me to continue masturbating, but I'm only allowed to finger myself, not rub my clit or touch my breasts which have a higher chance of making me climax. He checks to see if I am obeying (I am), then swears out loud as the GPS system announces he has missed his turn when he gets distracted watching me slide two fingers deep in me.

Making sure his view is clear when he turns his head, I thrust two fingers deep up inside of me, then pull them out and suck the wetness off my fingers. Sliding them in me again, I offer him a taste of my sweet stickiness. He licks my juices off my fingertips, than reaches over and thrusts his own fingers inside me. Bringing them up to my face and smearing my own wetness across my lips, he gives me something to lick in turn. My lips slide past his knuckles and my tongue swirls around them, giving him a preview of the next activity I'm hoping for if he’s agreeable.

I moved to lie across the seats and began to lick him though his slacks, running my hand across his firmness pressing hard against his pants. He laughs at my desperate need already driving me to lose all pride. Letting me lick his pants for a while, he orders me to beg without words to show him what I want. The seatbelt and stick shift make maneuvering a challenge, but my frantic squirming and flushed skin combined with my licks across his crotch must have conveyed what I wanted because he pulls his swollen cock out and I immediately dive in and slide my mouth all the way down until my lips are wrapped tight around the base.

His skin is hot in my mouth and soft against my lips and tongue…absolutely delicious. I gag slightly from reflex, the tip of his cock just sliding into my throat, but hold my mouth there for a moment before sliding back up. I repeat this again, but then do nothing but suck lightly on the head for a few moments, taunting him with my warm breath across his balls and light tickling licks up his shaft. Growling in impatience, he pushes my head down until my nose is pressed up against him and his hips push up to meet me to get that last touch of depth. Momentarily I hope that we don’t wreck the rental truck, but then I slide back into the sensual ocean of what we are doing.

Tongue pressed against his erection and sucking hard I slide up and down, my mouth again swallows him deep and I hear a moan escape from him. I slide my other hand over to lightly hold and caress his nuts while I deep throat him over and over, becoming lightheaded at the pure pleasure this is giving me. His fist entangles in my hair and the rhythm he sets is hard and driving. I try to pull back a little, getting facefucked from this angle is not comfortable, but his grip in my hair forces me to deal with it.

Soon we are pulling into the driveway, without warning his hand slides under me to pinch my nipple, causing me to make small helpless hungry noises around the cock buried in my throat. I try to lift my head, but he pushes down on me firmly. His hands buried in my hair, he holds my head for the exact angle he wants. He lets me up for a few seconds and I gag slightly, breathe deep, then return to what I was doing, struggling to push him even further down my throat. I am so hot and horny right now, I want to throw all modesty out the window and climb into his lap right here in the driveway. I want his cock deep deep deep in my pussy so badly at this moment, but then he is spurting and pouring hot jism down my throat pushing his hips up while pushing my head down. I swallow every drop hungrily, just a cum-hungry whore, then slurp my way to the head of his cock, licking off that final sweet drop of spunk before licking my lips contentedly.

My head spinning, he pulls me off of him by my hair and kisses me hard. I’m a little shaky at how intense this has been, but manage to slide out of the truck and head to go punch the code in for the house alarm. I open the door as he comes up behind me, unexpectedly scooping me up in his arms to carry me into the house. Practically dropping me on the couch, he turns to close the door, and snarls at me to get my clothes off...

hope yall enjoyed!

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