New job... some insanity

My new job is interesting and busy... and doesn't allow access to talk online or check personal email or blog.

I'll try to write when I get home tonight (I've been so tired though that I've just been going to sleep).

Still alive

New job... where I can't browse or chat during the day, and I'm so tired that I just fall over when I get to Oni's and his wife's house (I work with the wife/best friend now).

How Do You Kiss?

(and wow... I have loyal readers?!?! Thank you M!)


I've listened to you vent and seen you smile.
Fingers dancing across strings and keys.
Hair that begs for me to touch it,
Humor sharp and bright and dark.

Lips like beacons.

Will it be soft and sweet, warm with a chocolate heart,
Or will it be deliberate and calculated to spike my heart rate?
Will there be thunder and lightning as our mouths battle for top billing,
or gentle dreams and smooth silk?

Hesitant, knowing, curious, tempting, dark, brilliant.

I think that's what it will be like.

Why don't we find out?

Cravings

It's you that I crave.

Your taste, your smell, your skin against mine.

The slide of your lips against mine, mixed with hot breath and slick tongue.

Warm hands, sure against flesh. Gripping and wanting.

Strong then soft and teasing.

Mouth and fingers just in the right places.

Sighs and gasps in just the right tones to sooth my soul.

I could lose myself in others, incredible orgasms and hot kisses.

But something will always be wanting, until I have you again.

I'm back

Sorry to be away for so long, but life was... life.

My aunt finally passed away back on the 9th after slipping into a coma earlier that morning. She's no longer in pain.

Last week I was mainly dealing with the funeral and with starting to pack up her house (she eas never married and didn't have kids, so this work is down to my brother and me to do it).

Working on not being so fuzzy and getting my sexual groove back. I've had some good moments and some bad ones the past couple of weeks.

Also, I just got a new job, and will start in a couple of weeks. I also have to move, so that means apartment hunting for a place on the 1st floor that can handle a concert grand piano and a cat.

Needing release

of several kinds.

I have an aunt in a nursing home right now, and she's not doing well. There were several times in the past week where the nurses thought she wasn't going to last the night.

I just found out that I don't get time off from work (even through I'm her health care proxy, have power of attourney, and her next of kin), so I have to scramble to make sure I cover as much time as I can. So working extra each day, but since I can't have overtime I'll have to work a short day or make sure that I have a full 8 hours saved up to take Friday off, if I don't get a call in the meantime to go up to my hometown for a funeral.

I need to release this tension somehow....

On one level, this is about the least sexy I've felt in years.... on another level, I want to fuck and be driven so insane by it that I can't help but scream and not think.

A friend of mine just said to me that feeling sexy is something you do when you're in a good place. The urge to fuck... you don't have to be in a good place for that.

Ice and Fire

Ice and Fire


Sometimes I turn away from my sexuality.

Being told that I've overwhelmed them can make me step back, scared of myself.

I get worried that all I am is a walking hormone.

Then have a friend call me by that same phrase (even with a joking laugh) just helps to reinforce the fear.

Sex is good. I know that.

Sex is healthy. I know that as well.

But too much of a good thing can be bad, so I get worried that this fever and want in my blood is too much.

And I lock up.

I cool my heated blood out of sheer reaction and end up encased by ice.

I get to the point where things that I know feel good have no effect whatsoever.

Thank the gods for other friends and lovers.

Gently kissing away the fears, challenging it.

Challenging me and asking what I want.

"Make me burn and melt the ice away."

And now I'm standing in a puddle, metaphorically, shaking off the last of the chill.

Oceans of Orgasm

Last week, I needed escape. There's bad things happening on the family medical front.

I had been to a "Girl's Night Out" type of event, and it was near my lover Elf's house. The weather turned into an awful mess, and between the rain and leaves on the road it made driving interesting. So to only be driving for 15-20 minutes instead of closer to an hour, I made a phone call and ended up at Elf's house.

After hanging out for a while, and a much needed White Russian and some comfort food, I settled into sleep.

Elf's married and with small child. They are a poly couple, and live in a large house with another poly couple that they have relationships with. He went up with his wife and child to settle them into bed and came down to visit with me and offered me "quality time" if I was interested, considering the family issues I was dealing with. And, I don't tend to turn down a chance at getting him alone and naked because with him... it's not something we can share all that often.

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There was an amusing moment when Elf was upstairs and the husband of the other couple was going to another room to work (he usually works 3rd shift, so his schedule even on his off nights is a bit night-owlish). He warned me that he'd be coming through the family room (which is where I was going to be sleeping) to get to the stairs and his bedroom. His wife told him, "No, you should go outside and around the front." Because she, the wise woman, knew out that Elf would come down and visit and figured that her husband walking in on things would not be a good thing.

I think she clued him in later on.

So... there I was getting a bit of quality time in with Elf. I was laying on my back and he was finger fucking me. He whispered to me to relax, and I did. Then suddenly something happens that I've only heard about happening to other people.

I felt a wave, from the inside, and then a liquid warmth flowed out of me. The only thing I can think of is that I ejaculated... which is something that Elf and I have tried for before with no success. A couple of more thrusts with his fingers and it happens again.

The orgasm was much different than usual. My orgasms tend to be trembling affairs of trusting and clenching, with harsh breathing and breathless cries. This was more like... unraveling.

Well, the whole thing turned him on so much that he grabbed a condom and proceeded to fuck me for all he was worth. Which I didn't object to in the slightest.

Well... next time, we're keeping a towel on hand if time permits this slow buildup and crash into this sort of orgasm.

Early Halloween Half Nekkid Thursday

Here I am, "chained" to a table, tortured and dying.

Keeping those loose chains on was a bitch. I wrapped them around my wrists to make it look like I was chained to this table, and they kept sliding off when I had to thrash around in "pain".

My hips were at a wierd angle because my legs were numb from dangling them down the table legs and I had to tuck one up under the other to keep my back and legs semi-happy.

Half Nekkid Thursday- Marks of Pleasure

I like getting love bites, hickeys... Whatever you want to call them. Part of it is the little pain that comes from the process of giving/getting them. In getting one, it is the surrender to them. In giving one, it's feeling the surrender that they give me under my lips and teeth.

The other part is having a mark from a lover (or seeing my mark on my lover).

Here's my most recent acquisition- a few days after the fact.


For a better idea of the placement:

Fiction: Streams of Seduction

What was she thinking? She wasn't thinking obviously, otherwise she would NOT be wearing that. I warned her that this town was a bit on the free side when it comes to carnal attentions and that dress, if it can even be called one, is only going to get her into someone's bed and she doesn't want that, would never want that, I wish she wanted it, wanted me.

Strangely, the fabric covers her completely, at least from the top of her breasts to just below her knees, but what fabric. Silk and lace, swirling around like a morning glory painted onto her body, bloody hell the silk covers her nipples, want to taste them, make them pebble, and another swath of silk covers the gate of pleasure, want to lick and nibble make her cry out and shudder and then join and lose myself for just a moment filling this need by filling her.

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What the hell is he thinking? Obviously he wasn't engaging any of his vaunted intelligence, not if he could look at me in this dress and not bloody well *do* anything. Once casual, normal glance, that's all he took, as I stepped out of the hotel room. I picked it out for him, trying to be brave and all and the bloody git didn't even seem to notice that I was wearing something different. I'd like to see him in something different.

I'd like to see him in something other than that jumper. The leather jacket and the dark pants, he can keep if the mood is right, but that jumper needs to go. It covers him too much. How can he stand this heat, with what he’s wearing? I want to see his belly. I want to see if he has one of those lines of hair down his belly. I want to trace it down and touch him. I wonder what he has... Well... I hope we're compatible down there.

Two can play that game. Tell her I needed something from my room. Take off the jumper. Put the jacket back on. Give her more of a glimpse than I’ve dared.

Oh God, the jumper is off! His chest is what I imagined, smooth and pale. And yes, he does have one of those lines. Want to follow it further down, find what is there.

I should have never asked what she wanted to do, just trying to be a gentleman. She finds the first dance club. She's now moving as if she was in a strip tease, but hasn't taken a stitch of clothing off. I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kiss her. I'm going to make her scream and come apart.

He's going to make me scream, leaning back against the railing like he is. That chest is half hid, half displayed by the jacket. Need to do something to break this blasted calm as he just leans there, watching me, glancing at the crowd.

Where did she learn that move? It’s hot in here, need a drink, she must be thirsty too.

His voice is embers and smoke when he asks me if I want a drink. Never heard him speak like that. Must have broken the ice.

Can't wait. Must touch her.

What the hell? Who’s touching me? Spin and it's him, not a stranger... Thank God, his hands are on my waist.

"Care to dance?"

God, where did he learn to move like this. Since when can I move like this? It's like that old dance. Sex as music, and he feels like sex, cool hands are fire on my skin through the lace. Ice fire, like his eyes. Run my hands up his chest, god he feels good. Hearts, mine and his, beating fast. Skin so smooth and right balance of muscle and softness. Smells so good.

Her hands on my skin burn. Her lips looks like chocolate....

Taste of tea and mint.

Nectar of the gods.

Neck smells so good, skin smooth and hot against my lips. Tastes so good, spice and honey.

Have to get her back to the room can't let her think for a moment she might end it.

Taking my hand, like that first time, heart breaking.

My room. Move the jumper off the bed, lay her down, can’t get enough of her.

He's wild, pushing me to the bed and kissing again. God, where did he learn to kiss like that?

She's bittersweetness and light. Her nipples tangy, full beneath my hands. Her skin slicks over with that slight sheen of sweat. Salty path down her belly as my hand teases her nipples. So responsive. Musical cries. Move a hand and she's damp against my fingers. No panties. Sharp cry as I part her labia with my tongue. So hot, temperature and sex. Fill her with fingers, so tight. Let go, take it all and then some.

God he's against that spot oh god oh god mercy

Melting beneath me, must claim her

The dress is moving on me, oh he's taking it off. Open your eyes girl, have to see this. Oh goody, the jacket is off, and now his jeans. Must have lost the shoes earlier. Oh my, are we ever going to be compatible. Good thing he used his fingers first. So good against me, eyes on mine as he moves against me, seeking entrance. Gods, he's just the right size. Can't help but tighten around him. God, feels so good. Too slow. Faster. What's he doing with his hand, Oh GOD. Faster please, want you to explode in me. Eyes flash, did I say that out loud?

Can't lose control, can't lose control, good gods she's going to go again, can't take it, so good so right so good clit pulsing against my fingers pussy around me she’s pleading voice so hot can't lose…

He screams he's in pain but his fingers twist on my clit....

Peace.

Peace.

[note: The above piece is the thoughts of two friends who can’t seem to make that last step that the so desperately want, as they make an attempt to show the other that yes, they want this, and the consequences. For those who aren’t British, jumper = sweater. Yes, the voices behind the thoughts on both sides are Brits.]

Half Nekkid Thursday: Costumes

Another show of geekiness. We all wear costumes from time to time, and this is me dressed a con as Dr. Helen Beta Narbon from the webcomic Narbonic.

I even had pink socks with dark pink socks on them.

My Guilty Pleasure Writing

We all have guilty pleasures. In fact, we all have several of them.

Here are some of mine.....

• French fries with salty sour cream.
• Puzzle Pirates or Diablo 2
• Silk
• Reading and writing Fanfiction (both erotic and non-erotic) [Fandoms- Forever Knight, La Femme Nikita the TV show, Dr. Who]

Now, I got to thinking about this because a) I've recently written some erotic fanfic, and b) one of my fanfic groups (Forever Knight) is talking about having our next round robin War.

I'm not the type to Mary Sue myself into a story. I'd have to go back, but I think every pure fanfic I've written (the FK War is a *completely* different creature) has only dealt with the canon characters. I do have a crossover between FK and a book universe in a very slow progress which has a prominent character of my own, but that would only be me if I was male and a vindictive vampire with a long view on unfounded revenge.

For me, it's how I view the characters in their base essence and how they would act given a different set of choices. Or put in different circumstances (in the case of crossovers).

What would LaCroix do if Nick turned Natalie into a vampire (FK)? What would the Doctor act if someone slipped him an aphrodisiac (Doctor Who, either Nine or Ten- somehow the other Doctors and sex seems much more sacrilgeous)? What would Nikita do back in Season 2 if Michael did come to her bed more often, despite the danger of them both being cancelled by Section (La Femme Nikita/TV)? What would Nick and Natalie do in a world where people knew about vampires, and Anita and her cohorts do upon meeting a vamp who was trying to become human (FK/Anita Blake crossover)?

And what my fanfic does, is to write out those questions and find the answer.

Note: When I mention to Oni and his wife (who are two of my best friends) that a FK War might be coming in a few months, I expect to get groans and other expressions of displeasure at the thought of my further disappearance. I'll warn everyone here too, because I *will* end up dropping out of sight when it happens (I happen to be a prominent of one of the very active factions and will be juggling my own contributions and the faction and the interactions with the other factions). But it looks like that won't be until January at the earliest.

Still here

Hello everyone. I'm still around. It's something of a quiet time for me in some ways. Or it's so busy that I'm trying to handle it all at once and get a moment to myself and instead of blogging in that moment I'm playing Diablo 2 to blow off steam.

Or I'm trying to arrange for "quality time."

Which I did get some of this past weekend with Oni. And his wife, and another lady friend. And I was the only lady *not* being visited by *that* part of the cycle of being a woman.

So while I got to pay attention to some nice and lovely nipples and breasts, at least for the ladies that's all I got to indulge in.

And hopefully I can arrange some time with my fiance tonight. :)


and for Shon- I be hoping that today be a good day for ye, mate. In *all* senses of good. ;) Yarrr!

Half Nekkid Thursday- Get Me Out Of Here

I work in tech support, and my area doesn't have any windows that I can see from my desk that don't have something covering them up. So I have to go into the break room to get an outside view.

And man, I don't want to be here today, even if it is raining out.

getting a little better

Thank you to everyone who expressed their sympathy/well wishes.

update:

• The fiance has several leads on jobs... he's been getting calls from
  recruiters left and right.
• The computer is now fixed (the power supply had died).
• The door to work is still busted.

My Oni told me on Saturday that I looked awful and I looked in the mirror. I did look like hell. I was then tucked in for a nap and then woken up 8 hours later for dinner. I ate then slept for another 7 hours. So I got in a LOT of sleep this weekend. After I don't look like I have a full set of gear for two weeks of Pennsic under my eyes instead of just general bags.

here but... muted

I'm in one of those "if it's not one thing it's another..." phases.

• A person I knew in the SCA passed away over the weekend--- cancer, pneumonia, diabetes complications. He was older than me and a wonderful person. I went to the funeral yesterday. The wake the night before was on what would have been his birthday.
• My beloved and over-talented fiance looses his job yesterday because he can't give them 40 hours a week and some idiot manager would rather lose all the work he *can* do because he can't be there 40 hrs a week. (He could commit to 30 hours a week, which is more than normal part-time.)
• I get home looking forward to engaging in some D2 or Puzzle Pirate stress relief, and my home computer won't even turn on. So I'm going up this weekend to visit to my Oni who put the thing together in the first place for the hardware trouble shooting (I'm more of a software tech). Mind you, the money I had for any trip like this was used Wednesday/Yesterday for going to the wake and funeral of the person in the first bullet.
• And for the straw that was used to beat the dead camel- the outside door nearest to my desk is busted and won't unlock/open from the outside. Again. This started back on Monday. So I ended up getting logged into my phone late 3 times this week because I had to go around the building to get in. And I was out one day this week. So that makes 3 out of the 4 days I was here.

Half Nekkid Thursday: Masked Glory

I belong to a medieval/Renissance re-enactment group called the SCA. One of the events I go to each year is a masked ball.

Masks are interesting things.

With this outfit, the only thing naked is my hands and the lower part of my face. I think I didn't have panties on either... but this was several months ago so I don't remember.

Fiction: Putting on a Show

As soon as we get into the hotel room you ask me, “Do I think you have it in you to make me hard right now and aching to fill you?”

I think for a moment, and then smile and say, “I want to kiss you. First on your mouth.”

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I raise up onto my toes and let our tongues twist around each other. Then my mouth drifts down with kisses and licks all the way over your body. I linger over spots that get a positive reaction from you. Then I kneel and start to lick your cock. I slide my wet tongue all over the head of your cock, getting the head wet enough to slip my lips over it and slowly swallow as much of your cock as I can.

You don’t say a word, but give a soft groan. I feel your fingers weave into my hair as you grip and hold my mouth at the angle that you like the best.

I use my fingers to gently caress your balls and then one hand to pump the base of your cock until you groan loudly and explode in my mouth, filling it with so much cum that it’s an effort to swallow every drop.

I look up at you and smile as you breathe deeply, “And that’s just for starters.”

Next I stand up and slowly start to take my clothes off. With what I’m wearing right now, that wouldn’t take too long normally, but I play it up. First I turn around and slide my sweater off from my shoulders. Then I slowly raise my dress up and over my head. The dress is black and long and slowly shows the pale skin of my legs, then my ass, then my back and finally my shoulders as I slide it off.

Then I turn back around to face you. I move back and stand next to the bed and reach behind to release my bra hooks, but leave the bra just hanging there for a moment while I run my hands over my skin. The cups of the bra gape slightly while I cup my breasts under the fabric.

With a shrug of my shoulders the straps slide down and I drop my hands to move the bra from my arms. I sit on the bed and just spend a minute caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples a little to make sure they’re hard. My hands move down to my panties and I stand up to push them over my hips and down my legs.

I shift and lay back on the bed. “Do you want a show, or do you want other things?”

The grin on your face and the light in your eyes is answer enough. A show it is.

I part my legs just a little, and raise up the pillows behind me just a little so I can see your reactions better.

I begin to caress my breasts again, letting my head fall back a little as I concentrate on the sensations. When my nipples are nice and hard again I keep one hand playing between then while I move one hand slowly down to my trimmed pussy. I part the lips gently and start rubbing my clit. My fingers trail down periodically to gather juices to keep everything lubricated.

The hand that had been playing with my breasts reaches under the pillows for a moment and comes out with a slender chain. I take the fingers from my clit and I lick them off so I can use both hands to put the clamps on my nipples. I hiss a little as the clamps bite down into my tender nipples, and then moan a little as the sensations settle into a throbbing presence.

Then my one hand goes back to my clit while the other makes its way down and I slide a finger into my pussy and start to fuck myself. After a few pumps, I take my finger out and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean before bringing it back down to fuck myself with it again. Soon I add a second finger and pause to taste my juices again.

My legs have parted so you can see everything; the fingers sliding around my hard clit, the fingers that move in and out of my pussy making everything wet. You can hear the wet sounds of my finger-fucking, and my soft moans. I close my eyes again as I feel the build up into an orgasm.

“Gods, this feels so good. But it would be better if it were you, instead of my fingers inside me. I’d love to have your tongue on my clit and your fingers fucking me. Taste my wet pussy yourself, like I tasted your cock. I want to feel your cock slide into my pussy. I want to feel you trusting in me. I want to feel your mouth and hands on my nipples and body. I want to cum around your cock.”

You can tell that I’m getting close; my fingers and hands slow down, and that my thighs are trembling just a little.

I open my eyes and look up to look into your face, to see that you have your camera out. My cheeks take on a pink tint that you’re recording this show.

So my hands slow down a little bit more, pausing to give you a chance for a camera shot. It takes off the urgency from my oncoming orgasm. I know that it means you won’t be touching me, at least until you feel like you’ve gotten enough pictures.

I bring the fingers that had been fucking my pussy up to my lips and slowly start licking the juices off, while I look into the camera and into the critical gaze behind it that’s looking for the right moments to capture.

With my cleaned fingers I take the chain between the nipple clamps and pull ever so slightly. My breath hisses in, my head falls back, and my eyes close against the renewed spiral from dull throbbing into sharper pain. My knees close up around my one hand a little too.

I slowly let go of the chain and let out my breath. My hand sneaks back under the pillow and as it comes out you see the purple cock shaped vibrator that I’ve used while we’ve chatted online in my hand.

“It’s always a good idea to have a backup.” I chuckle softly, and bring the rubbery head of the penis shaped vibe to my lips. I work it in and out of my mouth to wet it; it’s a little easier than swallowing your cock because it’s a bit thinner. Once it’s wet and glistening I bring it down to my pussy and slowly start to sink it into my cunt.

I slowly fuck myself with the vibe with the power off for a few strokes, then reach down to turn it on low.

I make sure that the strokes of the vibe in my pussy are slow and long. The fingers on my clit make slow circles around the hard little nub, and move down every so often to gather juices that drawn out by the vibe moving in my cunt.

You finally speak, for the first time in a while.

“Thirty seconds on my mark.”

I groan, and nod. I turn up the speed on the vibrator as I plant my feet firmly on the mattress and wait for your command.

“Mark. 30...”

As you count down, I fuck myself as fast and hard as I can with the vibe. I don’t bother with the fingers on my clit because of the speed and force that I’m fucking myself with the vibe.

I’m shaking by the time you get down to 18. I’m trying to hold off the orgasm building in my body and I know it’s going to be a tough thing to do. I was really close when I had spoken earlier.

When you’re down to 5 I think I’ll be able to hold off the orgasm just that few seconds more, but my body is screaming for release. I’m gasping and moaning, but trying to keep quiet enough to hear your countdown.

“3...”

“2...”

“1... Pull the chain.”

My free hand, which had been gripping the bed cover in a vain attempt to hold things together flies up to the chain between the nipple clamps and pulls outward. The sudden wash of sharp pain throws me over the edge and I cry out as I crash into a hard and powerful orgasm.

My legs clamp up and my eyes scrunch closed. My hips move around the vibe that I’m holding still and the hand on the chain between my nipples is trembling.

My head raises and falls back onto the bed and my legs drop like weights, parting again. I switch off the vibe but leave it in my pussy as it still pulses around the purple hard jelly. The hand on the chain gently holds it down to my chest so that there’s a lot of slack.

I slowly open my eyes and look at you.

I enjoy the look on your face, the glint in your eyes as you look over the camera, and the cock standing in appreciation at the show I just gave you.

I smile a little, and slowly pull out the vibrator from my abused pussy. I proceed to lick my juices off of it, very very slowly while looking at you all of the time. I then set it aside and shift gradually to kneel up. I raise my hands up to my breasts to remove the clamps and I see you shake your head. “Keep them on.”

My head cocks to the side for a second at your tone and then I rest back on my heels while kneeling and cross my wrists behind my back. “I have a selection of the rest of my gear here, if you require it Sir.”

You set down the camera and cross over to the bed, taking a hold the hair at the top of my neck. You pull my head back so I can see the wide and wild look in your eyes. “Where is it?”

I shudder at the tone, the clear look of lust and dominance in your eyes, the sudden completeness of your dominating presence again. “It is in the black suitcase in the closet, Sir. The gear is at the bottom of the case, Sir.”

You release my hair and grab the suitcase. The clothing on the top of the gear is dropped onto the floor. You look at the pieces at the case and sneer a little. “You have a meager selection, lass. Lets see what we can do with it.”

First you come over with the collar and cuffs (both wrists and ankles) and quickly put them on. You clip my wrists and ankles together behind my back, while I’m still kneeling. You make sure that you don’t touch the chain on the nipple clamps.

You take the vibrator from the bed and set it with the rest of the gear onto the bedside table. There is a soft leather flogger, a knife, a small anal plug, and a little bullet vibrator.

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Now... where would you pick up the fantasy?????
[yes, it is written as if a guy what the audience/other participant.... but things could be arranged for it to be a woman, or for a woman to come in...]

Poem: Yes My Queen

My beautiful boyo.
Hold your hands right there.
Keep your eyes closed.

Hold still as I run this across your skin.
Shhhh... hold it all in.
No sound.

Feel everything I enjoy doing to you.

Mine.

Your face screws into weird shapes for minutes while you try to hold all the reactions in because I've told you to.
I love the struggle in your face.

No words, but you can use your voice now.
I love the abandoned sounds that rip from your throat.

Each time it is it's different and the same.

What I do to you is different.
Collar or no collar.
Knife or ice.
Orders to obey or sensations to endure.
Silent blindness or vocal sight.

The love and the pride and the honor at your willingness to be my boyo is the same.

And when I allow you to speak, and given an order, your answer is always the same.

"Yes, my Queen."

Half Nekkid Thursday: Looking with a Dark and Gothy eye

I love sometimes haunt the goth scene... especially when and where the Cruxshadows are playing. I will dress up for the occassion.

This is part of a shot of me from my first CXS concert, not quite a year ago.

I love how the flash gave me an extra circle of light right in the center in this shot.

(All the darkness is from eye liner and an eyebrow pencil.)

I'm here...

...really I am.

Things have been crazy (between the usual work and visiting an aunt in the nursing home, and the unusual of my car not running properly and garages that can't find out what is wrong and work being *really* busy), so I'm not getting much of a chance for much of anything.

I am somehow managing quality time with all my lovers. Oni I visited over the weekend (I crash with him and his wife when I'm in the area to visit my aunt), Marnen came back from a wedding and last night we were able to relax, give each other backrubs with a nice spicy scented massage oil, and tonight I'm visiting Elf (even if a chance for fun doesn't happen it'll be good to hang out with him and the extended family he lives with anyway).

On the other hand...

Actually, this is the first full and photo... my right hand in fact. I had taken this pic to show Shon how empty it was and to convince him to give me a paddle to put into it.

Unequal Attentions

I seem to have a problem with phone sex at times. Actually, it's not just phone sex. It's any time when I'm the center of attention, but I'm the only one who gets off.

Because of how things go at times, I'm talking with one of my lovers on the phone and getting dirty. I'm alone in my bed or the computer room and touching myself. I may have a toy with me, or I may be just using my fingers on my clit and dipping into my pussy. Within the discussion, whether he's telling me what to do and how and when to do it, or if he's just teasing me with what he could be doing with me and what I'd be doing with him... I can have an orgasm (or several), even pretty spectacular ones.

It's even happened when I'm with someone, and we're making out and he has a hand down my panties and is caressing my clit, whispering in my ear while his other hand tweaks my nipple.

But my lover can't touch himself. He's in the car, or otherwise in a position where he can't "take matters into his own hands." If we're actually together, it's a stolen moment before we have to get back to the rest of our lives (namely a wife for him and/or a fiance for me).

It just seems wrong to be the only one having the pleasure... it makes me feel like I've used my partner.

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Funny, I can be there while he gets off and I don't and I do not feel cheated.

This happens with my fiance on a regular basis when I'm over-tired and can't get the blood going, but he's there with an erection that just wants to play. I touch him as he touches himself and sometimes even dominate him just that little bit which pleases him and gives me a little glow at pleasing him and controlling him.

This one sided-ness doesn't end up happening with my fiance much at all, just my other lovers. Marnen and I are not usually engaging in phone sex because he's home and I'm home and well... You don't need phone sex when you have the night together. Even at times when he's away for days, if we get the chance for phone sex he's in a hotel room alone and I'm alone too.

Recently, I have been avoiding phone sex because I know that it's hard to set it up so we're both able to come.

I need to hear his voice. I need to hear the commands and the teasing. I also need to hear his voice betray those signals of passion and his gasp and groan as he goes over the edge too.

My experience isn't set until he comes too. Which is actually true during sex as I think about it- in a way, things seem unfinished and my body doesn't shut off and go into the "ok, I'm done for now" state unless my partner has had an orgasm.

I think it's been mentioned as a possible real punishment to get me off and not let me bring the punisher to his completion.

[Note, in this I will keep saying "he", mainly because I don't have any lady lovers right now and I don't know what dynamic I'd have with one on stuff like this.]

The Multiple Dom Dance

Shon asked me a question Tuesday. First of all, he’s really good at coming up with questions. Second, the questions he comes up with are questions that make you think… a lot.

It’s good to have friends like that.

Here’s the question: How does multiple BDSM work for you [Jaenelle]?

I currently have three lovers. There’s my fiancé, Marnen. We live together and we’re switches. So at times it’s me on top (like the other night *grin*) and sometimes he is. We’ve been together since December 2002.

My other two lovers Oni and Elf, both of whom are married and poly (and I do know their wives quite well- they’re both really close friends of mine). [Note I have Marnen’s permission to use his name, but I don’t have permission from my other lovers, so you get made up names. And I had to come up with something semi-appropriate.]

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They both live some distance from me. Oni lives about 1.5 hours away in the area I grew up and my family still lives and Elf lives about an hour away in the other direction. I end up seeing Oni about one or two weekends a month (it’s so often because I stay at his house when I’m up in that area and I’m there more often because I am the health care proxy for one of my aunts). Elf, if we’re lucky, about once a month.

Oni, with some input from his wife, is the person who introduced my body to BDSM. My mind had already encountered it but it took my friendship with him for me to be comfortable enough to ask him to help me move ideas into reality.

He used to threaten to bite me. And one day, it took me twenty minutes to ask him to follow up on that threat.

It felt so good.

I’ve known Oni since before I graduated college, so it was before 1999. Our relationship didn’t really add any physical/sexual tones to it until 2002 (by which point he was married).

Oni is definitely a Dom for me. Granted, each time we get together it’s not whips and chains. Sometimes we don’t even get to have quickie vanilla sex much less anything else. Hell, a couple of weeks ago I stayed at his house for 4 nights and didn’t get the chance to do more than hug and cuddle a little.

Oni is also responsible for me getting onto Blogger. He sent me a link to Shon’s Spanking Friends http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/2006/05/fiction-spanking-friends.html story on alt.sex.stories.moderated. I followed the story to Blogger.

Elf, well at this point I wouldn’t say that he’s a capital-D-dom for me (as Wordslut put it). At least at this time. We definitely have kinky sex, and I think he’s growing into Dom patterns, but at this point it’s just kinky sex.

I’ve known Elf since 1993. We even dated (for the lack of a better term) then lived together for a couple of years before I changed colleges (and the living together thing was after the dating relationship ended). He moved away and got married, and after moving back into the area things started up again between us with the full blessing of his wife. I think this was back in 2002/2003

Pretty much, it works on a scene by scene basis. When I’m with Marnen, and we’re in a scene where he’s topping me, he’s my Dom and that’s it. If I’m with Oni and we’re in a scene, likewise. When I’m having kinky sex with Elf, I’m having kinky sex with Elf.

I’ve been tag team Dom-ed a couple of times, but that’s been Oni and his wife (who’s a sub to Oni but won’t submit to women, at all, no way). I actually have a tough time imagining any two of my lovers working together to dominate me- mainly because , they can get into pissing contests with each other over other things, so I'm not sure they'd get into a situation where they were both topping me at once.

Shon said that the pissing matches seem to be common in poly bdsm, because he thought that it’s hard for guys to just focus on the woman in front of them.

I’m not sure it’s that for my situation- let’s just say that I tend to be attracted to arrogant, know-it-all, pain-in-the-ass men who dislike the same characteristics in other people- which is something that I’ve told both of them to their faces.

Shon then asked me if my Doms go through a “reclaiming ritual” or a “You're Mine Now phase” when they have me if I’ve been with another in the meantime. I’m not sure. I know that Oni is very sure of himself and our feelings for each other, and he has what could be seen as the prior claim since he was the one who introduced me to BDSM. Marnen also is sure of himself/us because I live with him and we’re planning to get married. For Marnen, theirs is something of a “You're Mine Now phase,” but I think that comes from the fact of not only there being Oni in my life, but the fact he and I switch with each other so it’s more that he’s establishing himself as the top at that point.

One thing to bear in mind, I couldn't be a 24/7 sub, which I think helps a scene by scene approach work. I don’t want to be one anyway. My personality isn’t really suited for it and neither are my tastes and impulses as a switch. My life isn’t really set up for it either.

HNT: Would You Spank That?

Shon had a little contest for those following his Cell Phone Sex Slave series, where the prize was a paddle. He plans on giving out more as he gets them, but it was fun to have my fiance take this picture so I could send it in as part of my entry.

So... what would you do with this ass?

First time with Hotel Sex

Incorrigible Girl started it...

The first time I had hotel sex was the morning after my senior prom. I went to the prom alone. My mom had dropped me off and picked me up from the venue. My fiancé of the time [I was young and stupid, but I got better. And it's not the fiance I have now, thank all the gods], wouldn't go to the prom with me even through I had offered to pay [that should have been a sign].

I forget the exact reason why we got the room, or why my brother was with us. We got the room probably because of the distance between the prom and my home (the prom was 2 counties or about 1.5 hrs away). There were two beds, so Mom and my brother slept in one bed, and the ex-fiancé and I slept in the other.

In the morning, when Mom and my brother went to get breakfast from McDonald's, the ex-fiancé and I ran into the bathroom and started the shower to cover the sounds of us fucking. Doggy style on the bathroom floor.

I was 18 and didn't know much about sex in practice... so it was good for the time. I've had *much* better sex since then.

We happened to finish both the sex and the shower just before my family got back to the hotel.

I still look for the hotel when I drive in that area. It's one of the little non-chain ones that never make much of an impression on your mind when you drive by them.

Sitting at home with nothing to do...

My fiance is playing a Ren Faire today, so I'm home alone. My car has decided to be a pain, so I'm all alone and in the house... going between the computer and the bedroom. I've not taken the virbators out yet, just enjoying my fingers.

And if someone interesting comes on to chat with, I might do a bit more.

Fiction: The Hunt Part 1

I can see the glint in your eyes as you watch me dress.

When we had risen from the bed an hour ago, sweaty and panting, I had no idea that you were going to let me indulge in quite this way. My voice and body must have broadcasted my need for this as you held my hands above my head during the quick brutal fuck that you had thrown me down on the bed for, almost seconds after you entered the hotel room.

For you I am a good little submissive, or at least I try to be. However, you know that at times I need something completely different.

You had me shower alone, and first. While you showered I folded your clothes onto a chair and straightened out the sheets on the bed while I was still naked. I figured that you would probably keep me naked except for a collar and chains but the toy bag was still by the door.

I heard the water shut off and I ran back to the bathroom. You got out of the shower where I waited with a towel to dry you off, then you grinned at me and said one word.

"Hunt."

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My own smile must have split my face in two. I carefully dried you off, not letting my enthusiasm threaten your gift by failing in my duties. When I started to lick your cock you gripped my hair and held my head back.

"Not now, kitten. It's time to get dressed. I have a new club to take you to and we want to avoid getting stuck in line."

You released my head and I sighed "Yes, Sir," and finished my task of drying off your body.

I opened the closet where my clothes hung and carried a few items to the bed. I then put my suitcase on the bed and open it. You've always been amused at the little costume collection that I carry to these visits, and how versatile it is. Then again, my concentration in my theater degree was acting and costuming.

You opened your suitcase and took out your own clothes. You must have planned this in advance because you only packed that dark green shirt when you want to go hunting. So maybe is wasn't my own needs after all that prompted this night's plan.

So now I'm hooking up the thin black silk stockings to the garter belt, the seams straight dark lines against my pale skin, while you sit in a chair by the window watching me.

I dress as quickly and efficiently as possible, but with the best image and looks in mind. The stockings hooked up, I put on the good bra and slide the black dress over my head. As it's settling around my hips I reach for the green corset that closely matches your shirt. I put in on loosely for now.

I then grab my makeup bag and head for the bathroom. When I'm done with my makeup, which isn't an easy task because of my coloring, I quickly spin my hair up and set it in place with hair sticks.

I come back into the room and ask, "Could you help me with the corset, Sir?" You nod and I walk up to you and turn around so my back and the line of laces are presented to you. With sure and practiced tugs you snug the corset tight. You don't tighten it that extra bit, so I know to expect movement of some sort- probably a dance club.

I then grab my little boots (with a wider heel than most granny boots have) and sit on the bed to put them on. You grab your own dress shoes and put them on now that we're about to leave. I quickly transfer needed items into the green purse I made to match the corset and grab a cut velvet shawl. You take it from my hands and drape it around my shoulders, then offer me your arm.

We arrive at the club early. Although if you hadn't said that it was a club that we were going to, I wouldn't have known it by looking at the outside of the building. The area is an old warehouse and mill district, and most of the buildings were converted to offices and a banquet hall. The lot you pulled the car into was smoothly paved, and the building is very stark and utilitarian. The guy on the door looks more like a high tech guard then just a club doorman, and he nods at you like a regular as we approach the door.

The music is a soft throb in the darkened room. It takes me a minute to adjust my eyes as you lead me down a set of steps to the inside bouncer. He asks to see my id, but not yours. You must have checked this place out, and did so in such a way that they already know you. You take my shawl and hand it to the lady in the cloak room. I'm surprised to see her wearing a very thin but elegant camisole instead of a dress.

My gaze lingers over her as we move away and too the bar, and she smiles at the appreciation. Her curves are just right for me, and you follow my gaze and chuckle.

"Having fun already, kitten?" You sound amused.

"Just testing the waters a little."

I push myself onto a bar stool and ask for a glass of Merlot. While you stand next to me and order your own scotch, I turn to survey the hunting grounds.

It's fancy without being flashy. It's early in the night, so there's only a couple of girls on the floor dancing. Fine cloth barely covers them, so much so that I almost think I'm over-dressed.

I shudder a little as your warm and scotch scented breath teases my ear. "I have a table waiting, it has even a better view of the dance floor."

There's a ring of booths around the dance floor, each one so enclosed that it's almost like a room with three walls. The seats are wide with velvet covered cushions. There's enough space to even fuck if we wanted, and the only ones who could see us would be
the dancers, but the lighting is dark enough to make that difficult.

You take my wine glass and settle me into a seat, then you sit next to me and slide my glass over. A slender waitress comes over to the table and sets down a small platter of fruit and two bowls- one filled with a dark chocolate sauce and the other holding whipped cream.

I reach over to take a strawberry and you take my hand. "Not yet... dance for me, kitten, first."

Fortunately, one of my favorite songs comes on, and it's hard not to dance. I scoot out of the booth and take the couple of steps up to dance floor.

I begin to move.

I realize if I bend over right, you and anyone else in a booth can see what panties I'm wearing, and the tops of my stockings. So I make a note of the layout of the dance floor and where our booth is- so if I give a show it's for you.

So I give you a show. I turn and flow and stretch and grind with the music as it shifts from song to song.

I move along the floor, checking out each of the women. As time goes by, more women and some men join the dancing. Some notice my attention and try to come onto me, but they don't have the right moves for this sort of hunting.

I'm about ready to yield the floor and take a break when I spot the target. She is a luscious redhead with porcelain skin that just begs to be marked. She moves right, like me, but with the touch of shyness that I used to have. Her body has the right curves and her mouth just wants to be kissed. I approach her slowly, our movements blending into each other until we're dancing with one another.

I like how she moves, slow and steady with a fire smoldering under her skin.

My right hand rests on her hip as she turns to face away from me, but rests her back against me. I slowly turn us so that we're facing you. My hand snakes around from her hip to splay against her stomach and I gently bite her ear.

It's almost too easy, I think as she shudders a little against my hand.

This song ends, and I'm reluctant to pull away. "I'm Grace. Come to my table for a drink?"

HNT- The Better to Hear You With My Dear

Ears can be really sexy things. They allow you to hear the breathy whispers, the groans and moans, the shouts, and the hot and dirty words.

For some people they can be bitten, nipped at, or licked for additonal thrills.


here's one of my ears:

Flashback to Pirate Week

I finally saw Pirates of the Caribbean- Dead Man's Chest last night. Without AC at home, I decided to go see it so I could soak up some AC in the movie theater.

I want the next movie of the series to have been released YESTERDAY.

And I so want to be in Elizabeth's shoes. And for all of them to realize that polyamory is a good thing. Because while Elizabeth and Will are a great (and the expected) match, she's growing into someone that would be perfect for Jack. And she is attracted to him, and uses that attraction in a most piratical way- to Jack's delight. Will needs to realize that her attraction (and action) for Jack doesn't diminish what she feels for him. I have a feeling that Jack would be ready to share from the get go.

But it's Disney. While they did throw in the monkey wrench of mutal attraction and some actionbetween Elizabeth and Jack... she'll end up with Will. We know it.

And I want to be in Keira Knightley's shoes. She gets to kiss BOTH Johnny Depp AND Orlando Bloom.

And Orlando/Will gets 5 lashes across the back. He looks so good with his shirt ripped, then to have him tied up to get lashed..... *wipes away the drool*. Granted, I don't have much experience with a whip, but if I had a knife... oh what pretty patterns I could make...

And the next movie doesn't come out until some time NEXT YEAR!!!! *Jaenelle cries.*

Silly Insecurities

One of my lovers just found another lover for himself. Which is great. I've met her before and she's nice, sexy, intelligent, and it could be a very good relationship.

So why is it that when he told me this morning, while I *know* it changes nothing about how he thinks/feels about me, I had to ask him if he still wanted me.

Because part of my brain started whispering, "Oh she's prettier than you and she's new and he's known you for years, and now he's not going to have any time for you..." and all those little thoughts that drive me crazy.

At least I could just ask to get his answer (which was basically, "of course I still want you") instead of just trying to suppress the little whispers and having them boil underneath the surface.

In the asking, and getting the answer, I can shut up the fears.

Then I start feeling all silly and foolish for having the fears in the first place.

We've known each other for over 10 years. Our intimate and sexual relationship had ended well once, he went away, got married... ended up in a marriage that opened and our friendship re-developed into a new and sexual relationship again a couple of years ago.

Knowing this, then why in the world did I get that shot of fear when he told me that he had another lover, a feeling that didn't go away until I had to ask him if he still wanted me?

How to survive a meeting

Some people noticed that I was away for a few days. I belong to an organization called the Odd Fellows (actually, I'm a member of the Rebekahs which is part of the Odd Fellows, but anyway...) and it's in some ways like the Masons and the Elks. Basically we do a lot of charity work and community service, with some social activities. My mother is a Rebekah, and I've been one since I was 18.

I'm currently Noble Grand (aka president) of my Lodge and was chosen to represent the Lodge at our state Assembly meeting. So from Sunday to Wednesday, I was in meetings, presentations, and sitting through a lot of speeches.

The organization is dominated by older people. I'm in my early 30s, and except for a handful of people who are alumni of the youth divisions of the group, I think was the youngest person in the 130+ person group.

So, while taking notes and stuff, I had my palm pilot out. I used that technology to sustain me through the boredom (mainly on Monday when most of the gift and award presentations were). Not only do I have games on there, I have books. And I kept reading over a couple of different scenes from a 2 books.

The sex scenes, where the play ranges from just elements to full blown BDSM.

The books are Kildar and Choosers of the Slain by John Ringo.

Half Nekkid Thursday: Tattoo Two

Here is my other ankle (the left one), as promised a couple of weeks ago.


This one is fairly old too... I only got it a year or two after the first one.

Finding the Other End of the Leash

I've heard some people who scoff at the idea of a switch. I've heard from some people that switches are nothing but really bratty and/or confused subs who just need the right Dom to put them in their place. Then again, the ones who say this also tend to be the ones who think that if you're a sub you have to submit to all Doms all the time.

Which gets a big fat "Hell No" not only from switches but most subs and not a small number of real Doms. [Reminds me of a shirt that says "Yes, But Not With You!"]

While Dominance and submission are opposites, there's a lot of mixing in-between.

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I see the range of D/s as a bell curve- just like with other aspects of sexuality. There are some people who are so Dominant/submissive/heterosexual/homosexual/etc that even the thought of playing on the other side (or same side if heterosexuality is the factor) is a severe turn off.

On the other hand, playing with the other side (or the same side if homosexuality is the factor) is another thing entirely and to be encouraged. [*grin*]

But most people tend to fall somewhere in between- granted, they're more on one side then the other- and sometimes it's not so much expressed as a Dom having a "sub moment" but having a "not feeling like they actively want to Dominate" mood. Or a sub who's just not able to go under that day and uses what tools s/he has to express that to their Dom.

Then there are the decided switches. The ones who love to be both under and wielding the lash, and have been able to recognize it and follow that path.

Being a switch works differently for each one of us. I know switches who only submit to a select sub-set of lovers and who dominate all of the rest (like one friend who will submit to men, but has to dominate other women). I know of other switches who submit to many, but in a few rare cases can't help but take the leash and lead.

And there are some who are so flexible that they can go from one mode to another like a see-saw.

For me, it's a thing of moods. Sometimes, I'm in the mood to submit, go under, give over, and that's that. At other times, I want the other person under my control. The person I'm with at the time does have an influence, but it's not the only factor.

Then there are the wired times that I'm in both, as if I'm at a crossroads. Sometimes it happens when I'm in one mood and moving to the other, and sometimes it happens when I'm talking with someone online and the scenario we have going involves me submitting to the person that I'm talking with while dominating a 3rd person that only exists in our collective imaginations.

It's in these moments that the emotional edge is the most confusing, because I'm actively working with both dynamics and having to balance how I'm submitting and dominating.

At this time in my life, I seem to fall more into that second category of switch, the one who submits to many and controls only a few, but that's partially because the relationships I got into before realizing I am a switch, and the relationships are still there. Of my 3 regular lovers; one is very much a Dom (and so is his wife), one expresses Dom tendencies when that edge comes out to play, and my fiance is a switch.

I didn't even know I was a switch until I met my fiance, and he and I started exploring each other and BDSM.

I didn't know because I thought I was a sub, and I had no interest in the other end of the leash. In retrospect, that was more a part of the dynamic I had (and still have) with the lover who made me comfortable enough to ask and then introduced my body to BDSM (and all hail books for my earlier education to make me think and wonder what would that be like, and give me the courage to ask him first to bite me, then to ask for the other things as well).

Encounter a new lover, with a very different dynamic, and then I had the urge to hold the leash instead.

And the flogger, and the knife.

It was more than a shock to realize that I *wanted* to spank my now-fiance. It turned my mind on end to realize that not only could I do unto others what has been done to me, but that I wanted to.

For a while, it made me worried that I'd never be able to go under, into sub space, again if I gave in and rode the Dom impulse in me. And that because I'd only subbed before that I'd be a bad Dom; for lack of practice and that the fact that I want to sub at times as well would somehow taint me as a Dom.

Well, those fears worked themselves out. I've been able to go under just as well as before and I've not had any complaints from my fiance that didn't get fixed as we both learn to communicate with each other more effectively

I do wonder what other subs would think of me as a Dom, because so far the only one who I've dominated has been my fiance.

I do have urges to dominate other people, often women. Nice and slightly naughty women with curves and a twinkle in their eye would gasp and wiggle and be ever so delightful to drive crazy with sensation and take them into that beautiful zone where they are mine.

Half Nekkid Thursday: Adornment 1

Here's a shot of not only a necklace, but the top of my cleavage. This is a necklace that I almost always have on. It rests in my cleavage if I have a "oh my god I have boobs" bra on, but just above it if I don't have one of those bras on.

It was given to me by my fiance, and he purchased it when he was in Germany on tour with a musical group.

About the only time I take it off is when it actively gets in the way of sex.

What is something that you always have on you?

Fiction: Please

[inspired by Shon Richard's "Don't" ]

Please cum, Sir.

I'm holding on because you told me too, not letting my body go over the edge into bliss. My body shudders a little, so close to the edge, but my breathing is as slow and steady as I dare. Biting my lip as I moan. Running multiplication tables in the back of my head. Anything to stop from cumming before you do.

I know the price of disobedience.

My ass is already on fire from your hand and the flogger. My nipples are sore and inflamed from the clamps. My wrists and ankles are chaffed from the ropes that tied them down and held them apart. My skin itches from the dried tears and paints. My throat is sore from the crying and the begging and the cock you fucked it with.

I don't want to start over again. I want to finish it.

My world focus narrows to you. You push your cock into me, slow and steady and hard. Your hands pinch and your mouth bites. You don't look at me, or take my begging into account and spare me from the relentless way you fuck yourself in my body. I'm there for your pleasure, a convenient alternative to your hand and a squirt of lube. I revel in the use, the abuse, the edge of giving myself to you like this.

Each thrust and touch brings my closer and closer to that pleasure you have forbidden me, and that I forbid myself for your sake. You told me "No" and I'm holding onto that like a shield against the rush in my blood. Using it to hang onto the shreds of control that I have to use, don't want to use, except you told me to wait for your rush of orgasm first.

Please cum, Sir.

how does it work?

I'm trying to set up my template, so that like Shon I can do the "Whole Post" thing... and it isn't working... :(

Edit: Shon- it works!!! Yay!!! Thank you so much!!!

Fiction: Spread for Two

I become aware of my surroundings a little bit at a time.

The first thing I feel is the slight ache in my thigh muscles. My legs are at a weird angle; they are stretched out and open wide. They aren't painfully spread, but just a little beyond what is comfortable. As I try to shift my legs into a more relaxed position, I feel the leather cuffs around my ankles shift and strain a little as they hold my legs in place.

Another tug from my arms reveals their own situation; they too cuffed, but to garters of leather around my upper thighs. They are held down to my sides by this system, leaving my chest and neck exposed.

The feel of heavy silk weighs against my eyelids as the blindfold blocks my vision.

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Other than the leather cuffs and silk blindfold, I am naked. The sheet beneath me and the cushion under it are very soft and fine. The cushion is supportive but not stiff and uncomfortable. The room is warm, and occasional puffs of wind caress my warm clean skin as the fan I can hear in the corner turns and catches me in its breeze. The air is warm but dry. Other than the softly humming fan, I can't hear anything else. There's a slight scent in the air, not quite musk, not floral. It's reminiscent of a perfume oil I love to wear, but not quite the same.

I drift off into a half sleep for a few moments. Then a weight shifts the cushion I'm on. There's someone settling down next to my chest. I open my mouth to speak and I feel a slightly skin rough finger press against my lips in the universal sign for "hush now." I promptly close my mouth on the questions just waiting to bubble out.

The finger then traces down from my lips and along my throat. The finger shifts and its a smooth short nail trailing along my throat where the artery lies beneath the skin. I shudder a little.

Another shift on the cushion and a weight settles between my legs. I feel the brush of soft silky hair as the person who is in full view of my sex takes advantage of how my legs are so wide spread. I feel a tongue open the lower lips that were barely together. The moisture clings for a second, and then the tongue laps at my sex again, exposing my clit to his or her view.

The finger that was at my throat continues its downward path, racing diagonally across my chest to circle around my breast. The slight calluses on the finger catch on the puckering of the areola as my nipple hardens into a small pink hill. Another finger, another hand, joins in teasing the other nipple into hardness.

Warmth spreads across my body as my skin flushes to the sensations. I feel my sex begin to turn liquid just with the couple of exploratory licks. My hips, even with the awkward position of my legs, try to rock a little, hoping to put that tongue into contact with my sex again. The movement is awarded, and the tongue begins to play over my clit in a maddeningly random pattern. My hips rock only a little, and each motion strains my thighs even more.

The hands at my breasts are strong and masculine. They shift from lightly teasing my nipples to holding my breasts firmly. A warm mouth surrounds a nipple, sucking it into the play of teeth and tongue. My thought that it is a man is confirmed by the slight scrape of hair by his short beard and mustache. My breasts begin to swell and ache, relieved only by the mouth licking and nibbling at my nipples and the hands gently and firmly squeezing them.

The tongue between my legs begins to lap at my sex in a rhythm my hips can follow. I feel a finger slid between the moist folds and enter me. It begins to thrust in and out in a counterpoint with my hips and the tongue on my clit. The moan I was holding in the back of my throat tears out of my mouth. It is rewarded by the mouth on my breasts nipping more harshly, turning into small bites.

"M-more." The voice is one I barely recognize as my own. It is breathy and hoarse.

Another finger joins the first finger in my cunt and the mouth on my nipple leave a moist trail as it goes up my neck. Both hands begin pinching at my nipples.

I begin to lose control over my voice. Little high-pitched gasps are interrupted by moans, which are stopped by little cries. A barely intelligible "more" adds another finger to my cunt, deliciously stretching me. I feel the orgasm gathering and coiling inside me.

Then the hand in my cunt begins to jab quickly and hard to gasps of "oh yes."

Then, just as I begin to fall over the edge of my orgasm, at the first tremor, a number of things happen at once. From the outside, it must look like a series of choreographed motions. The mouth sliding over my throat clamps down, biting and sucking like a vampire drinking from the depths of blood and hunger. The hands at my breasts pinch and twist my nipples into the point of pain. The mouth on my sex seems to try and suck and swallow my whole cunt down while the fingers in me slam hard one time and goes still, pressing solid into me.

The first convulsion of my orgasm lifts my hips off the bed, as far as they can with my legs retrained. A strangled "Goddess" escapes my mouth, finished by a small scream. My cunt clamps down on the hand in me.

It's ages, eons, that I spend suspended like that. Hips convulsing, straining my legs bound in leather. Hands straining against the wrist cuffs, clutching at the sheet beneath me. Back arched and neck stretched. Breasts quivering with the sharp pain radiating from my nipples. Behind the lids of my blindfolded eyes, explosions of dark colors splash across the dark screen of my vision.

The sensations crash, and my hips hit the bed. The mouth on my sex releases its suction as the fingers in my cunt slowly slip out of me. My hands unclench, slightly stiff from holding onto the sheets so tightly. I moan softly as the teeth at my neck release and the mouth moves away. My nipples ache a little when the pinching pressure is released. I drag in a breath, and my throat is a little sore from the moans and gasps I was making.

Hands bush along my body gently. The weights on the cushion shift, and it seems like the two people trade positions. The slightly roughened hands of the person who was at my breasts and throat now trail up and down the inside of my thighs, watching the muscles twitch from the strain of the position they are held in, and with the remnants of orgasms still sliding along my body.

Another hand begins to trail across my breasts. It belongs to the other person. The skin is softer, and the nails longer. I think it's a woman, but I can't be sure.

The two people wait for my body to continue its drift down out of the orgasm. I settle down into a contented sigh, and I feel the hands on my thighs change their caress. Even lighter, barely touching the skin, the hands trace up and down my whole leg, skirting around to the sides of my knees. The feeling is almost ticklish, but my body is too relaxed to try to get away.

The hand drifting over my breasts changed its angle, and the fingernails slid against my skin. They are smooth and sharp, leaving little trails of red on my skin. I can't see them, but I can feel the heat trails the marks leave. My skin is very pale, so I know that for a little while there will be red marks from all the things that have been done to me.

The hands continue like this, slightly scoring my flesh, slightly tickling me. I lose track of time again.

Then the roughened male hands slide higher up on the inside of my thighs. They easily slide into the lips of my sex, still moist from my last orgasm. It doesn't take long for the inquisitive fingers to bring about more moisture and heat from my cunt as they play along the lips, my clit, and the hole of my pussy. Then a finger takes juices from my pussy and spreads it down. Soon the finger is pushing at the entrance to my anus. As the tip of the finger stretches me, the feeling of a tongue on my clit relaxes my body against the intrusion. It seems like no time at all, and I'm pushing against the finger in my ass, riding it as the owner's mouth and tongue works at my clit.

The hand at my chest is joined by its mate and the attention of the fingers is centered on my nipples. A soft feminine mouth comes down and begins to lick, suck, and bite.

I shudder and gasp. Soon I'm moaning and thrashing as much as my bonds allow. This time, as my orgasm starts to crash over me, the mouth on my breasts leaves and I feel a harsh stinging slap on my right breast. I cry out, and my body clenches and trembles. The hand delivers another slap, this time to my left breast.

I lose count of the slaps.

The sensation of my orgasm just rolls on, spurred by each slap.

After the slaps stop and as I start to come down from cumming so hard, the finger in my ass withdraws and the mouth on my clit lifts up. It is replaced by the hand of the person who was slapping my breasts, who stokes at my clit enough to keep the orgasm from fading. I hear something open, like a plastic box. There is a distinctive smell of a cleaning cloth, like a Wet Wipe. The man's hands return to my hips, cool from the evaporating chemicals from the cleanser on the towelette.

My hips still thrust with each low wave of orgasm that the fingers on my clit feed. Suddenly I feel a warm and latex covered intrusion as the man between my legs begins to probe at my sex with his cock. He shifts his angle a fraction, and his cock slides home. I gasp and cry out as the hard flesh slides inside me. The stiff prick stretches me, despite the orgams rippling through me. He begins to thrust, and my orgasm continues even when the hand leaves my clit and returns up to my breasts.

The orgasm maintains steady waves of ecstasy that make it hard for my body to maintain any rhythm. Each wave begins to crash larger and more filled with each thrust of his body, and soon my body is locked in a giant circuit of orgasm. I start crying as the pleasure becomes too much. Tears stream down my face and into my hair, leaving cooling trails of salty moisture.

Suddenly, a mouth is on my throat again, biting and sucking. My body stiffens, back and hips thrust out as much as possible. The man is slamming his cock into me, and one of his roughened hands slides up my torso and cruelly pinches my nipple.

A scream builds up in the back of my throat. I barely let it out when the darkness behind the blindfold explodes into a brilliant white light and everything goes blacker than pitch.

The next thing I know, I feel a cold cloth press against my forehead and a warm and deep voice asking, "Are you alright?" I'm cradled in someone's arms. I automatically try to sit up, but my body is too limp and uncoordinated to do it. My legs and hands are free. There is a fire throbbing in my thighs from being spread and stretched so wide and open. I feel a ring of pain, surely developing bruises, around my wrists and ankles from pulling at the cuffs that bound them.

I try to say something, but my throat is too raw. I open my eyes slightly, and try to nod. Hoarsely, I manage to say, "Goddess, I'm incredible."

I hear a couple of chuckles, one low pitched and one higher, as I sag even more into the person holding me, my body too liquid to do anything else.

Half Nekkid Thursday- There be a Buxom Wench

Ahoy Maties....

Now, I love to wear clothes when appropriate. I'm also usually naked within 3 minutes of getting home unless we have company. I also have another refuge where the people living there are of the same mindframe (clothes are for other people) and I'm completely comfortable being naked with them.

I also love clothes and costumes. I belong to the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism). Through there, I and some of my friends have accumulated a number of bodices.

Here I am at my friends' house, in a slightly over-large bodice for my body, because this lass forgot her own at home.

And yes, I forgot the chemise. And the skirt.

Secret Geek Sunday: Belay that post

Arrr... Ahoy maties.

I intended to post yesterday, but I was helping my best mates paint their new home, and wasn't near a computer.

Following the fine example of Capitan Shon I'm joining in on Pirate Week.

When Shon mentioned the idea of a pirate week, I was excited. I play a pirate game on an almost daily basis.

It's called Puzzle Pirates, and in the game you're a pirate (go figure) and you play puzzles to accomplish the day to day tasks of being a pirate.

When you're on a ship (which you can own for enough poe- pieces of eight) you play a puzzle to navigate, sail, fix holes in the ship, bildge out the water, load the cannons, and engaging other ships.

The world setting is an ocean, with little islands. There's trade routes and on the islands there's shops. You need things to run the ships, including RUM. If you run out of rum, the pirates on your ship can't fight as well if you're boarded (or are doing the boarding!). Some of the shops have puzzles for the work (like the distilling shop). There's also an inn on each island, where one can play games and gamble away the money you earn on ship and in shop.

Here's a set of pictures of my main pirate, Collwen. You can buy all sorts of clothing, the last set is based on what my crew and flag are calling the "hoochie momma" outfit.

Yes, you can hook up with a permentant crew, which is often part of a flag (group of crews), and go jobbing with other crews for the interaction and the poe.

http://www.puzzlepirates.com

For the sexual side, I've heard that there is a bit of cyber-sex going on out there (there is a chat interface and you can have houses and even weddings). I've just not found the right people for it.

Half Nekkid Thursday: Tattoo #1

Welcome to the inside of my right ankle. This was the first tattoo that I ever got.

I have a second tattoo, on the inside of the other ankle, but that picture will be for another week. I have plans for a third when I get down to my goal weight range, but that will be a while in the making. I think I'm going to ask my friend who has it drawn out to use sharpie or a henna pen to map it out some weekend.

The quality is only excused by the cell phone that was used to take the picture.

It is also an old tattoo- over 5 years old. I know I was in my second college when I got it done, but it was before my dad passed away in 1999.

There used to be more space between the rays and around the crescent moon. For those who also have older tattoos, is there a way to go in and get it re-defined? Would going arount the moon in a pale color, add the space back in over the black?

Fiction: Dessert

Dinner was simple. The restaurant was a simple pub with good food and a broken pizza oven. Which was a pity because the pizza was good there. So the plan changed a little, but the pub was the same.

The actual act of eating was quickly accomplished. I actually only ate half of my dinner because I had eaten a snack earlier in the night. You ate all of yours; drinking soda while I drank water.

The waitress asked us if we wanted any dessert, but we both said no. While she was gone and getting the check, I made a comment about dessert waiting for us at home.

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We walked across the street and back to the house. You went in before me and as I closed the door your eyes, then your hand, pinned me to the door. Your hands released me and went to my belt. The belt was over my shirt and you took it it off quickly and smoothly. Next you moved your hands down the front of my shirt and parted the buttons as they moved. I couldn't stop looking at your hands as they moved to the collar of my shirt and pulled it down with my jacket to pin my arms to my sides. I finally dropped the bag of leftovers that I had in my hand; I had been clutching at it for my life.

"Time for dessert," your voice almost growled out the words as you lent in and kissed me.

Your hands moved again, and my lace undershirt was pushed up over my breasts. Your mouth covered my right nipple and when I started to sag against the door at the sensation your right hand came up and circled my throat. I'm not sure I knew just how large your hands were until one was around my throat.

My breath hitched, not from the pressure of your hand, but from the presence of it. Your mouth left my breast for a moment and I looked into your eyes as you pressed your body into mine, hand still in place. You gently released your hand and kissed me on the mouth. I lent into the kiss, and your hands slide down my arms to remove the shirt and jacket, then moved up again to take off the undershirt. The kiss broke to pull the scrap of lace over my head. The kiss started again, with more force behind it on both our parts, as your hands slid down my body to push off my skirt and panties to pool around my feet.

Your left hand slid up my thigh and around to the front to my cunt. Your fingers parted my labia and found their target. I sagged against the sensation and parted my legs more. Your right hand went back to my throat, sliding me back up the door and holding me there as the fingers on my clit circled and pressed.

The first orgasm started within moments. As I cried out your body pressed into mine, pressing into the shudders and wringing even more cries and gasps. Your hand released my throat and I knew to stay standing, although my body just wanted to collapse shuddering.

You didn't let me stop at one orgasm. I'm not certain how many I had while pushed against the door. Your fingers at my clit moved to more fully fill my cunt and thrust into me. It had to be hard for your hand to be in that position, but at least one orgasm had to have squeezed your fingers as they slid in and out. Your free hand smacked at my breasts, a sensation I had not had in a while which helped at least one more orgasm to be pulled from my body.

Finally, you took pity on my body and my raw voice, catching me into your arms to hold me up and enfold me into a hug. My body shook not only from the aftershock of orgasms, but at the sensation of your hand at my throat and the sheer force of you taking over and controlling me.

Screwed up schedule already

I'm *still* working on my Secret Geek Sunday post from the 2nd, but at this point, I think I'm going to save it for another week.

I even forgot to post fiction/poetry yesterday, but I will fix that today.

Poly and the issue of permission

I'll have my real Secret Geek Sunday post up later, but since this is something that just happened, I'll go into it now.

Ok, so I'm poly. I know that not everyone is. I also know that within poly relationships, there's all sorts of levels of agreement and you have to abide by those rules.

Pretty much, my specific rules with my fiance are such- not to be stupid. Use protection and good judgement in partners. There's an additional rule of having to use condoms for going down on a guy (one that I don't particularly like, but it makes my fiance more comfortable and that's something I'll agree to- it's better than not being able to go down on a guy at all).

Those are the rules set in stone, but I additionally will do things like make sure that he's comfortable with my choices and get his imput.

But part of the general rules for all people with poly tendancies and relationships I think is that you communicate with your primary partner and all potential partners in a clear and honest manner.

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I don't think I'd get in any argurments over that one, right?

So, I tell my potential partners and hookups things like the condom for fellatio requirement very early on. Granted that sometimes happen after some play has started already started, but I let them know before they're expecting my lips around their cock.

Now, I would expect the same thing of potential lovers and hookups... right?

Well, not always.

i was getting comfortable with someone. He has great hands and a neck rub earlier lead to some promising things, like my nipples getting pinched just that little bit. My cold wasn't interferring and his hands (and the nip or two with his mouth and the tweaks on my nipples) just felt really good.

I didn't ask if he was in a relationship that was ok with this model- mainly because he just moved here from another state and I hadn't heard a word about a girlfriend/fiance/wife. He is staying with friends. My own fiance is at an event over an hour away and hadn't left yet.

So, we fool around a little bit. He has Dom tendencies and figured out a couple of my buttons.

Did I mention he has great hands?

So I get to the point where I need to stop for a couple of minutes when one of my friends comes through, seeing my flushed face and knowing the look I have when I've been worn a little bit out with orgasms, and mentions the fact that the guy on the couch with me doesn't have permission to play.

At all.

Know how fast it takes from going pleasantly worn out from being with a sex partner that has some clues to being *really* pissed off?

I do now.

He might be a good guy overall, but gods, I really don't like what he's done.

Possible Brief Hiatus

It depends on how things go. I have an elderly aunt who was moved into a nursing home yesterday for hospice/comfort care. Her heart is failing and I'm the medical proxy for her.

I finally picked up a journal/notebook to write in, so I'm going to write something... if nothing else to distract me from the impending death. It's funny how death makes you think of life and of sex.

Thinking about it... I've got a cold and that isn't condusive to doing anything about it.

Half Nekkid Thursday: More than clothing

Granted, my pics of the Star Trek uniform (and what lies underneath) from Secret Geek Sunday: The Next Generation could do double duty for today.

However, when I was doing those pictures I noticed that my nail polish was half chipped off.

I know some women who would go crazy and/or feel naked if there was as much as a dent in their nail polish.

I usually don't wear the stuff. I had put some one for a Nine Inch Nails concert that I went to a week earlier, but hadn't gotten around to taking it off yet.

But looking at things in a Half-Nekkid mindset, I couldn't *not* take the picture.

Trying to set a schedule

I bet we've all noticed the fact that we never have enough time. Work, commuting, eating, family, and oh... that thing called sleep. And sex and other hobbies if there's time.

And now I'm adding a blog to it all. (I do have the LiveJournal account, but that I update during breaks at work with "this is how my day is going" type of things). So, Shon suggested that I put a schedule together so I have some structure and it helps not to get overwhelmed.

Here's how it's looking so far:
Monday: Random
Tuesday: Fiction/Poetry
Wednesday: Drool over what Shon has written (aka Random)
Thursday: Half Nekkid Thursday
Friday: Random
Saturday: probably nothing, because I'm often away. But if I do post, it will be something random.
Sunday: Secret Geek Sunday (which may post late, even into Monday, because of the aforementioned issues of being away from home/computer on Saturdays).

I might add one more weekly thing, but I've not found what it is yet.

Poem: A few days ago you told me to stop...

a few days ago you told me to stop

that I couldn't go over the edge by my own hand
until you released me from the prohibition when I saw you next

with my voice raggedly saying "damn you" over the phone
You must have realized how sexy that was when you said it
That I'd have to test how close I could get these past few days

wet warm slick straining
almost there
muscles clenching

to then force myself to stop again
because you told me to stop

But that was a few days ago... going to stop me now?

Audio Sex

I've always loved sex over the phone, or cyber-sex with mikes. I love being guided through sex by someone's voice. To, when possible, hear the other person caught up in the same fantasy and reaching their own... conclusion.

Sometimes it's the anonymity of it that I love, if it's just some random person from a chat room. Even if it's with one of my lovers or online buddies that I know, there's a charge from not being able to see the other person and a comfort in not having to worry about looking funny.

Thank the gods for a strong imagination and the willingness to play in fantasy, both my own and the person who I am listening to/talking with. I am glad that I have an imagination that can take the words in my ear and turn it into reality behind my eyes and in my body. I also appreciate a fantasy catered to what toys I have on hand to lend an inspired edge while I use them.

I look forward to more of them.

Insatiable, aren't I?

Secret Geek Sunday: The Next Generation

Although, I'm not so sure that I *can* be a Secret Geek...

For one, I started writing this on my Palm Pilot while I am on break during a penny social.

I also get paid to do techie/geek things (I'm a tech support desk agent).

And I wore a Star Trek uniform last night. A red 1st season Next Generation jumpsuit uniform. Which had been sitting in my mom's house for over 10 years.

What is geekier is that I know the differance between the seasons.

I couldn't find my communicator (yes, I did have one), so I used my id pin for the ball as a communicator.

My fiancé is a musician who plays a number of instruments and in a number of groups and styles. Last night, one of his groups played at an annual English Country dance ball. The ball had a space theme.

I used to be a Trekkie. I went to cons and wore Vulcan ears (actually Romulan for me, because that was my "character"). Actually, I still go to cons, but they are gaming and anime/general sci-fi cons.

The costume wasn't mine originally. A friend gave it to my brother and it sat in my parents house until I called home a couple of weeks ago.

It needed to be cleaned and I had a hell of a time of altering it (it was way too long for me). The alteration was a rush job, and not the prettiest, but it was good enough to impress most of people- although a few of them didn't know Star Trek from Stars Wars (my fiancé was dressed as Luke).

And I took pictures. In fact, I always did wonder what people wore under the uniform...

That isn't the only thing I had on during the day. I had my "What would Kaylee wear if she had access to my closet?" outfit on. 10 points for those who get the reference.

Erotica and Blogging as an Escape

I started thinking about this last night- this blog is becoming an escape for me.

My live journal, that's for talking about work and family. That's where I complain about the levels of frustration over the people I assist, my co-workers, and management. It is where I worry about my elderly aunt. That's for the occasional venting about the group of little old ladies that I belong to a fraternal organization with.

This blog, and thinking about what I'm going to post in it, it a small mental vacation from all those problems, big and small. I was at a meeting last night with the little old ladies, and while one was complaining about some problem with one of her children (who's older than I am), I had this little thought track in the back of my head wondering what I would post about today, and grabbing some of the little stories/scenes that I've got scattered through my electric life and posting them in the future. I wondered what I would find in my friends blogs too.

It made listening to her a lot easier.

Half Nekkid Thursday- My Premier

I love scarfs and things that drape. I've not found much use for this scarf yet, but when I was thinking of what to do for HNT I saw it and went "Ah Ha!"

Fiction: Party Favor

I'm kneeling on the floor of the home office, waiting for your signal.

My body is wrapped in a short dress that flirts around an inch above my knees, and a set of leather collar and cuffs encircle my throat, wrists, and ankles. Or, at least for me the slightly above knee dress feels short. Anything above my knees feels short and a bit exposed, and you know that. The dress has buttons from the low neck to the high hem, which is something that I do like. I'm also wearing stockings and a garter belt, and heeled shoes that you know are another challenge for me.

I can hear the muffled sounds of the dining room as you play the talented host. I know you had planned to cook most of the meal yourself, and then have the other women in the harem actually serve it to your guests. You are a very good cook. The small meal you sent to me earlier had your signature spicing pattern all over it.

The sounds of dinner die down, and I hear the group shuffle into the nearby living room. When everyone is relaxed and sitting, you come over to the door of the room I'm in and knock on it, solidly, and return to your own chair. I stand up and count to 60, to give you time to sit, and then open the door.

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I walk into living room and the seats in the room are casually faced into the center of the room, where there's a sturdy coffee table set up. I'm a little surprised at the number of people I see gathered. Besides you, there are 10 men, and 14 women.

You're seated at the "head" of the table, and I walk in slowly to kneel at the other end, meeting your eyes for a moment as I lower my body to the ground.

You explain in that warm voice that sends chills down my spine, that I'm here for everyone's enjoyment, the party favor for the evening.

"Greet everyone, my pet. Start with this lovely lady to my right."

I stand up and walk over to the seated woman, a curvy woman with brown hair and a light in her green eyes. I softly say hi then bend over to kiss her first on the cheek, then gently on her pink lips. As I bend over to do so, the edge of my dress hikes up to show everyone else that it's a garter belt I'm wearing.

So I work around the room, saying hi then kissing each person on the cheek then the lips. The third person, a guy in a grey shirt, decides to up the ante a little by holding the back of my head and turning the kiss on the lips to French kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips and dueling with mine.

I flush as I pull back from the kiss.

"Now now, pet. Start greeting everyone all over again, since everyone should get the opportunity for the same treat from you."

So I walk back with the first woman, and she chuckles. She looks around the room and says, "Now, no one else better add anything else to the greeting, or we won't be able to get our dessert." There's a round of chuckles and at least one whispered "damn" which caused more laughter.

The rest of the greeting goes quickly... well as quickly as French kissing 22 people can go. The instigator in the grey shirt doesn't get a second kiss, because you say that it wouldn't be fair for him to get more than the rest of the room.

The last person to greet is you.

You are sitting in a lower seat than the others.

I hear a tisk from you when I bend my knees as I bend over. I straighten my knees, and I have to bend over so much that the hemline creeps up and shows that I'm not wearing panties, and that my pussy is clean shaven. I hear a low whistle somewhere behind me.

Your hand goes to the back of my head, just like the first guy who kissed me, and your eyes go wide in that way that just captivates me. You grip the hair at the top of my neck, and I moan into the kiss that you've pulled me into.

As you let me go you say, "You're overdressed, pet."

I step back to the center of the room. My cheeks heat up as I start unbuttoning the dress, trying to find that pace that is not rushing, but not going too slow.

The buttons are small, and soon another woman, a slender blonde this time, gets up and comes over to start at the bottom of the dress and unbutton, moving up the dress.

She looks at you and asks, "How you want this to work out for everyone, my dear?"

You look over the two of us in the center of the room. "She is for your entertainment. Take it from her."

She grins and slides the dress off my shoulders and a little further, trapping my arms at my sides.

She then pushes on my shoulders and I drop to my knees. She has some sort of sarong on, and she pulls the knot loose.

She's naked underneath, and she spreads out the fabric on the coffee table, and sits on it, spreading her legs.

I lean in, spreading my knees a little to give me a solid base, and part her folds with my tounge. I narrow the focus of my world down to the pussy in front of me, and noting the reactions of the woman to give her as much pleasure as possible.

I feel a warm hand on my thigh, pushing the material of the dress away from my ass. The other hand, just as warm, traces the line of the garter up and then both hands grip my ass. They knead a little and work to relax the muscles. I feel a moist thumb press against the entrance to my ass and it pushes in, working to stretch me out a little.

The next thing I know is that there's a cock pushing into my ass, hard and swift. I latch my lips around the clit in front of me and moan as I suck on it, to ride out the pain, because the invasion burns and stretches my ass. That pulling on the woman's clit is enough to push her over into orgasm, and I continue to suck lightly to prolong her pleasure.

She pulls up my head and pats me on the cheek. She gets up and a man sits down, his cock full and hard in front of my face.

I glance over to your chair and you are enjoying the show, if the intense look on your face is any indication.

I soon lose track. I suck cocks until they explode in my mouth, and pussies until they shudder on my tongue. I feel cocks and strap-ons in my ass and my pussy. I'm spanked lightly by one person and fiercely by another. At some point, I'm freed from the dress but strapped to the coffee table, first on my back, then moved over onto my knees. My arms and feet are clipped to points on the coffee table and to each other at one point.

I'm drenched in sweat and other people's cum, shaking from the need to cum myself. Each time a cock or tongue is about to push me into an orgasm, the pace backs off. There seems to have been an agreement that part of the entertainment would be to fuckstrate me beyond all belief.

A pair of nipple clamps come out, adding more sensation to overload my body and brain.

Another woman shudders in orgasm from my mouth. I'm on my back again and she's straddled my face in a 69, her tongue dancing me along the edge of orgasm. I'm lapping up the juices from her quivering pussy when she gets up. She leans over and takes the clamps off my nipples and I hiss as the blood comes back into them.

Because of that distraction, it takes me a minute to realize that no one is taking her place, my pussy and ass are also empty, and I still need to cum.

And that you're the only one who hasn't touched me since that one kiss.

You call a number of the servants into the room to show your guest to the facilities to freshen up. You have two of them come and collect me. One, a large black man, wraps me in a large bath sheet and picks me up like a child or a maiden being rescued from disaster. The other, a small Asian woman with a impish smile carries a basket with bath soaps and massage oils with another towel over her arm.

As soon as I'm picked up, The lack of sexual stimulation makes me feel all that I've done. My arms, legs, and knees are sore, my ass stings and burns both from being panked and being fucked. My pussy feels like it's on fire, and only partially from wanting to cum. My mouth and throat are starting to close up, protesting any further use. My breasts ache from being pinched by the clamps.

I'm carried into the hallway, and you meet us there. Your palm cradles my face and I weakly turn into your touch. Your hand goes to the ring of my collar and lifts up my head to look into bring my eyes to yours.

"Choose." You draw my attention to Robert and Mei, the servants. My body throbs with the promise of release at your word and the warmth of your touch, even though I don't think I could move to save my life.

For pleasing you, and serving you through your guests so well, you give me the choice of how I will cum tonight.

While Robert would be a quick fuck and he'd certainly get me off quickly, the thought of having another cock in me, and one as large as Robert's can get, made my well fucked and abused body shudder in alarm.

I whisper, "Sir, please, if Mei could attend to me?" I know she will be gentler, teasing, and slow about letting me cum, but I need her gentle and strong hands and skill as a masseuse to help me recover from my being your party favor.

You nod, and you turn to go down the hallway. Another lady of the harem opens the door to your room. Robert brings me to the bathroom with the large sunken tub which is already steaming. He sets me in a chair and takes off my collar and cuffs then lowers me into the water while Mei starts setting up her gear to take care of me.

I hope my harem sister can handle your demands because I trust I've set the expectations high for tonight.