Friday, June 10, 2011

FuckMeFriday prompt 6/10: Listen

Close your eyes. That's it. Just close your eyes and relax. Don't worry, don't try, just feel and let things happen when they do. You're so beautiful. Shhhh. Just relax. Open your hands, don't clutch the sheets. Hold onto me only if you must. Just follow my voice, feel my hands, and relax into it. That's right. Just let the pleasure fall over you like a soft rain. Come on, open your legs. That's it. Open for me. Just listen and feel. Like that. Don't strive for it, don't fight it. Just let the orgasm happen when it wants to.


(The trick is to have your favorite voice saying this TO you.)

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Wank Wednesday Prompt 6/8: Utensil

#Utensil

Crisp white linen hangs on the line outside. Crystal sits on the sill, sunlight casting rainbows across our kitchen.

I use the cloth on the first delicate salad fork, carefully rubbing the silver surface.

My skin flushes, exposed to summer heat.

I set the fork down and reach for the next.

"Again," says Abigail. She crosses from the seat where she has been having tea, and flicks the chain I've been trying not to move, the chain hooked to wicked clamps.

I shudder in pain, in pleasure, as I reach for the fork again.

I want you to enjoy dinner.

Friday, June 03, 2011

WankWednesday prompt 5/18: Slice

You warned me to wear clothes I didn't care about. I heeded the warning.

I enter the bedroom at your invitation, noting the calm in your voice while my heart races in anticipation.

I kneel on the bed and close my eyes because you tell me to.

One hand grips my hair and from the other I hear a metallic click. You tell me to hold still. Very still.

First to go is my shirt. Then my pants, bra, panties… moving only when you say so… until all that is left for your knife is the canvas of my skin.

FuckMeFriday prompt 6/3: Taste

Blindfolded & bound, other senses take over. The sizzle of oil, the scent of garlic & ginger blooming under the heat.

A slight click as stoneware meets countertop.

"Open"

My legs cannot move, so I open my mouth.

Bite by bite, you pull me through the meal, avoiding contact so only taste overwhelms me. Spicy shrimp. Cool cucumber slices. Tiny rice balls. Lemon scented water.

"Dessert"

Something cool slides a path down neck to pussy, strawberries color your kiss. You place a firm berry between my lips.

"Don't bite."

Then you taste my desire as the essence of strawberries floods my existence.

A Re-Start of Sorts

Ok, it seems I've not written here in a while, and I need to fix that. So, like a few other things, I'm hitting reset buttons.

I've re-named the blog, since I'm not just working as Jaenelle anymore but using my real name, Mildred.

What I've been up to recently includes a chunk of podcasting. I've done some writing and voicework, I'll do a post with links and such over the weekend.

In the meantime, I'll put up a couple of my recent mini-stories/drabbles that I've been posting to Twitter as MGCady.