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Challenge Calendar, The Official News.
Ok, I am going to start this blog post, and make a point of keeping it updated with the challenges I get from all my different sources, and to keep them in order as well.
Oct 8, 2008, Feral:
ACTS
1. Soft Caress
2. Trailing fingers
3. Gentle Kiss
4. Gentle Nibbling
5. Slowly Sucking Deeper
6. Licking
7. Squeezing
8. Biting
FEELINGS
1. Slow Building Desire
2. Passion
3. Deep Seated Desire
4. Overwhelming need to cum
WORDS
1. Spontaneous Combustion
2. Love
3. Gentle Rock of the Yacht
4. Gentle Breeze
5. Sunset
Oct 15, 2008, AKindGentleSir:
ACTS
1. Oral Sex
2. Anal
3. Orgasm Denial
4. Blindfold
5. Nipple Clamping
6. Cum Swalowing
7. Rimming
8. Massage
FEELING
1. Seperation
2. Need
3. Lust
4. Wantoness
5. Humiliation
6. Touch of Uneasiness
WORDS
1. Craving
2. Trembling
3. Cock
4. Ass
5. Whimpering
6. Begging
7. Salivating
8. Sated
Oct 22, 2008, SexOnTheBeach:
ACTS
1. Thrusts
2. Fondles
3. Pinches
4. Up against a wall
5. Nibbles
6. Inhales
7. Penetrates
8. Treasures
9. Grazes
10. Shrieks
FEELINGS
1. Exacerbate
2. Enliven
3. Aroused
4. Elevated
5. Breathless
WORDS
1. Savor
2. Relinquish
3. Thrash
4. Encounter
5. Inspire
6. Piercing
7. Intoxicated
8. Whimper
9. Stimulate
10. Soothe
11. Tiptoe
12. Oil
13. Candles/Wax
Oct 29, 2008, Umpire:
ACTS
1. Oral Sex on the woman, to a climax
2. Light bondage
3. Woman taking total control
4. Slow deep thrusting
5. Sensual build to massive orgasm
FEELINGS
1. Woman riding, reverse cowgirl
2. Man eating, devouring
3. Fondling, teasing
4. Building of passion
5. Orgasms at same time
WORDS
1. Cock
2. Pussy
3. Pre-cum
4. Thick
5. Explosion
Nov 5, 2008, Kiwi:
ACTS
1. dry humping through clothes
2. feeling each other all over
3. rolling about
4. hard but loving sex
5. him performng oral
6. her peforming oral
FEELINGS
1. Long day
2. campfire
3. starlight
4. romance
5. caring
WORDS
1. ankle earrings
2. firebugs
3. venus
4. smokey eyes
5. silverlight
6. clips
Nov 12, 2008, zb:
ACTS
1. stripping off seductively
2. watching
3. fingers in pussy
4. using vibe
5. tongue in pussy
6. lips on cock
7. finger rimming ass / pushing gently in
8. cumming (I ll leave where to you)
FEELINGS
1. lust
2. exhibitionism
3. voyuerism
4. shamelessness
5. wreckless wild abandon
WORDS
1. webcam
2. clit
3. sofa
4. glass coffee table
5. pussy
6. cock
7. mouth
8. straddle
9. breasts
10. thighs
11. peanut m&m s
Nov 19, 2008, Anonymous:
ACTS
1. Fingering of the female sexual organ
2. Oiling up ass
3. Spanking (bare-handed)
4. Anal sex
5. cumming in ass
6. Teasing of the body
FEELINGS
1. Controling
2. Nurturing
3. Loving
4. Anal
5. Caring
WORDS
1. Cock
2. Anal
3. Juicey
4. Pant
5. Slut
6. Bitch
7. Yelp
8. Ass
9. Cock whore
10. Suck
Nov 26, 2008, Anonymous:
ACTS
1. walking around naked - catching sight of another visitor coming ashore from a yacht
2. Up against a palm tree fucking
3. Diving on the reef
4. fucking underwater
5. watching him sailing away on his yacht
FEELINGS
1. feeling alone
2. thrill of discovery
3. raw passion explodes
4. connecting on a primeval level
5. animalistic fucking
6. sadness
WORDS
1. 'Watch out for that coconut'
2. animal
3. slippery
4. trunk
5. constriction
Dec 3, 2008, Ambrose:
ACTS
1. Hypnosis
2. Seduction
3. Kissing
4. Following him to his room
5. Stripping for him
6. Undressing him
7. Losing control
FEELINGS
1. Dreamy
2. Uncontrolled
3. Free
4. Helpless
5. Unreserved
WORDS
1. author
2. helpless
3. obey
4. erupt
5. voice
Dec 10, 2008, SinInMe:
ACTS
1. cum swapping
2. eye contact
3. kneeling
4. nibbling perineum while probing anus
5. speaking in tongues
6. spreading legs slowly
7. whispering dirty phrases
8. riding him
9. straddling his face
10. teasingly stroking public hair
FEELINGS
1. helplessness
2. madness
3. torment
4. unspeakable shame
5. absolute ecstasy
WORDS
1. altar
2. pagan
3. sacrilege
4. shameless
5. sinful
6. soul
7. spasm
8. surrender
9. testicles
10. torment
BONUS: PHRASES
1. "feed me your cum"
2. "your wife"
3. "your most holy vows"
4. "sink you up into me"
5. "open to me, sweetheart"
6. "drink"
7. "forever"
December 17, 2008, masika {L}:
ACTS:
Stretch
Open
Bloom
Tease
Manipulate
Emerge
Embrace
Deceit
FEELINGS:
Awakening
Change
Discovery
Haunting
Evocative
WORDS:
Tousled
Divulge
Acquire
Admit
Release
Inherit
Malice
Resolve
Power
Masquerade
BONUS PHOTO:
masika {L} asked if she could also provide a photo with her challenge, and I thought it would be a fun option, so here is the picture that goes with this challenge:
Oct 8, 2008, Feral:
ACTS
1. Soft Caress
2. Trailing fingers
3. Gentle Kiss
4. Gentle Nibbling
5. Slowly Sucking Deeper
6. Licking
7. Squeezing
8. Biting
FEELINGS
1. Slow Building Desire
2. Passion
3. Deep Seated Desire
4. Overwhelming need to cum
WORDS
1. Spontaneous Combustion
2. Love
3. Gentle Rock of the Yacht
4. Gentle Breeze
5. Sunset
Oct 15, 2008, AKindGentleSir:
ACTS
1. Oral Sex
2. Anal
3. Orgasm Denial
4. Blindfold
5. Nipple Clamping
6. Cum Swalowing
7. Rimming
8. Massage
FEELING
1. Seperation
2. Need
3. Lust
4. Wantoness
5. Humiliation
6. Touch of Uneasiness
WORDS
1. Craving
2. Trembling
3. Cock
4. Ass
5. Whimpering
6. Begging
7. Salivating
8. Sated
Oct 22, 2008, SexOnTheBeach:
ACTS
1. Thrusts
2. Fondles
3. Pinches
4. Up against a wall
5. Nibbles
6. Inhales
7. Penetrates
8. Treasures
9. Grazes
10. Shrieks
FEELINGS
1. Exacerbate
2. Enliven
3. Aroused
4. Elevated
5. Breathless
WORDS
1. Savor
2. Relinquish
3. Thrash
4. Encounter
5. Inspire
6. Piercing
7. Intoxicated
8. Whimper
9. Stimulate
10. Soothe
11. Tiptoe
12. Oil
13. Candles/Wax
Oct 29, 2008, Umpire:
ACTS
1. Oral Sex on the woman, to a climax
2. Light bondage
3. Woman taking total control
4. Slow deep thrusting
5. Sensual build to massive orgasm
FEELINGS
1. Woman riding, reverse cowgirl
2. Man eating, devouring
3. Fondling, teasing
4. Building of passion
5. Orgasms at same time
WORDS
1. Cock
2. Pussy
3. Pre-cum
4. Thick
5. Explosion
Nov 5, 2008, Kiwi:
ACTS
1. dry humping through clothes
2. feeling each other all over
3. rolling about
4. hard but loving sex
5. him performng oral
6. her peforming oral
FEELINGS
1. Long day
2. campfire
3. starlight
4. romance
5. caring
WORDS
1. ankle earrings
2. firebugs
3. venus
4. smokey eyes
5. silverlight
6. clips
Nov 12, 2008, zb:
ACTS
1. stripping off seductively
2. watching
3. fingers in pussy
4. using vibe
5. tongue in pussy
6. lips on cock
7. finger rimming ass / pushing gently in
8. cumming (I ll leave where to you)
FEELINGS
1. lust
2. exhibitionism
3. voyuerism
4. shamelessness
5. wreckless wild abandon
WORDS
1. webcam
2. clit
3. sofa
4. glass coffee table
5. pussy
6. cock
7. mouth
8. straddle
9. breasts
10. thighs
11. peanut m&m s
Nov 19, 2008, Anonymous:
ACTS
1. Fingering of the female sexual organ
2. Oiling up ass
3. Spanking (bare-handed)
4. Anal sex
5. cumming in ass
6. Teasing of the body
FEELINGS
1. Controling
2. Nurturing
3. Loving
4. Anal
5. Caring
WORDS
1. Cock
2. Anal
3. Juicey
4. Pant
5. Slut
6. Bitch
7. Yelp
8. Ass
9. Cock whore
10. Suck
Nov 26, 2008, Anonymous:
ACTS
1. walking around naked - catching sight of another visitor coming ashore from a yacht
2. Up against a palm tree fucking
3. Diving on the reef
4. fucking underwater
5. watching him sailing away on his yacht
FEELINGS
1. feeling alone
2. thrill of discovery
3. raw passion explodes
4. connecting on a primeval level
5. animalistic fucking
6. sadness
WORDS
1. 'Watch out for that coconut'
2. animal
3. slippery
4. trunk
5. constriction
Dec 3, 2008, Ambrose:
ACTS
1. Hypnosis
2. Seduction
3. Kissing
4. Following him to his room
5. Stripping for him
6. Undressing him
7. Losing control
FEELINGS
1. Dreamy
2. Uncontrolled
3. Free
4. Helpless
5. Unreserved
WORDS
1. author
2. helpless
3. obey
4. erupt
5. voice
Dec 10, 2008, SinInMe:
ACTS
1. cum swapping
2. eye contact
3. kneeling
4. nibbling perineum while probing anus
5. speaking in tongues
6. spreading legs slowly
7. whispering dirty phrases
8. riding him
9. straddling his face
10. teasingly stroking public hair
FEELINGS
1. helplessness
2. madness
3. torment
4. unspeakable shame
5. absolute ecstasy
WORDS
1. altar
2. pagan
3. sacrilege
4. shameless
5. sinful
6. soul
7. spasm
8. surrender
9. testicles
10. torment
BONUS: PHRASES
1. "feed me your cum"
2. "your wife"
3. "your most holy vows"
4. "sink you up into me"
5. "open to me, sweetheart"
6. "drink"
7. "forever"
December 17, 2008, masika {L}:
ACTS:
Stretch
Open
Bloom
Tease
Manipulate
Emerge
Embrace
Deceit
FEELINGS:
Awakening
Change
Discovery
Haunting
Evocative
WORDS:
Tousled
Divulge
Acquire
Admit
Release
Inherit
Malice
Resolve
Power
Masquerade
BONUS PHOTO:
masika {L} asked if she could also provide a photo with her challenge, and I thought it would be a fun option, so here is the picture that goes with this challenge:
Erotica Challenge 3: City of Love
The Challenge Sent by Chewie 360:
Actions
1. Voyeurism
2. Masturbation
3. Public/Semi public sex
4. Cum swallowing
5. Flashing
Words to describe the feel
1. Risk
2. Extreme excitement
3. Teasing
4. Desperation
5. Slutty
Words to work into the story
1. Strut
2. Cathedral
3. Teeth
4. Pouty
5. Skirt
6. Pig tails
7. Sconces
8. Velvet
9. Echo
10. Repentance
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The City of Love
Groaning, I look at the clock... 6am. I reach over to shut off the alarm and nudge you. All I get is an incoherent grunt. Shaking my head, I sit up and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. At least I didn't have anything to drink. Looking fondly back at you, I figure I'll let you sleep as I shower.
Smiling, I think back to yesterday when you tried in vain to climb into the shower with me. We laughingly decided that shower was not the proper term for a small box with water falling from one side. We agree the British have the right idea with the term 'water closet.'. Apparently, Europeans take economy of space very seriously, even in our spacious suite.
Gack, it's 6:05, and I am still sitting on the edge of the bed. Way to early after the long night we had. High on our first full day in Paris, we paid no nevermind to jet lag and got amazing recommendations for a restaurant and a jazz club for our evening entertainment.
Despite that I am generally not a huge fan of jazz, drinking, or smoke-filled rooms, we were out well into the wee hours, carousing and speaking broken Frenglish with the natives, making new friends we planned to meet this afternoon.
Which, of course meant that we'd have to go to the early Mass at Notre Dame. Sighing, I look back at the clock. 6:07. Well, we made a deal, and the prospect of meeting Jean and Nathalie later in the day is an appealing one. Two sexier people we could never hope to meet in a single day. We both agree.
One more shake and I am up, only 8 minutes behind schedule.
Back and freshly showered in record time, I see you are still blissfully snoozing the day away. Climbing carefully on top of you, I begin to rub my showered and scented body all over you, kissing, licking, biting.
I can feel that parts of you are awake, if not yet coherent. Smiling, I slide down your body, taking you into my mouth as you moan. Sucking at you greedily, I feel you throb to full hardness between my lips.
Glancing up, I see you raise yourself on your elbows to watch me.
“Mmmm,”I moan around you before raising myself up. “You awake?” I ask.
“Oh yes,” you reply.
“Good,” I giggle as I hop off the bed. Walking over to my outfit laid out on the chair, I say over my shoulder, “Because it's time to get up and get dressed for our big day.” I smile wickedly.
You drop back down the bed making sounds of dismay. Throwing a clean towel at you, I say “Oh stop being such a baby. I promise I'll give you some after our sightseeing.”
“I'm sure I can't wait that long,” you moan. “You're such a tease. You're going to kill me.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” I purr. “Perhaps if you are a very good man, you'll get some before then.”
I see your eyes light up with the possibilities. I grin and push you to the shower as you rise.
As you shower, I get dressed, looking outside to a glorious day beginning. I slip on a white cotton thong under dark washed fitted jeans, a white tank to match, and a soft stylish blazer as comfortable as it is good looking. Not wanting the bother of styling my hair, I comb it carefully into pigtails low on each side of my neck, and slip in a pair of silver hoop earrings before donning my black wool cap.
You are just stepping out of the shower, so I hand you your clothing for the day; an easy, casual wardrobe we picked out for this trip. Clothing that you feel comfortable in, but that also help is fit in without sticking out immediately as Americans.
I've noticed that as much as you grumble about “dressing up to walk around old buildings,” you love the attention you've gotten from the French ladies in our short stay... The next four days may just make a believer of you.
Dressed smartly and ready to face the world, we head out. We chose Hotel Ville D'Estes because of it's position right in the middle of the Latin Quarter. We are just a hop, skip and a jump from The Louvre, Notre Dame, and our other destination for today, Le Jardin de Luxembourg.
It's still early and a bit breezy as we hit the streets, so we grab a cab to the Ile de la Cite and Notre Dame cathedral. We take the opportunity to canoodle in the back seat for the ten-minute ride. My hand on your lap feels a re-swelling of your excitement as you give me that look of yours. The look of need. I grin at you, and making sure that the drivers eyes are on the road for once, I flash you a breast, nipple hardening instantly in the cool air.
Just as I cover myself back up, the driver takes his eyes off the road yet again to watch us and make smart comments in French. I am assuming by his tone and the smattering of French I know that he is amused by the two Americans in the City of Love.
I wish he would keep his attention on the seriously cramped streets and his wayward driving, but we reach our destination alive, and we pay the man thankfully. He says perhaps the only English phrase he knows, “Lovers, yes?” as he winks then drives away.
Turning to you, I smile, and you laugh out loud pulling me to you tightly. “Lovers, yes,” you say in a low voice before kissing me deeply. I can feel your excitement pressing into my hip, and I push myself into you as your tongue slides deftly into my mouth.
I moan softly as your hand rises to the back of my head and tangles in my hair. After a few moments, you step back and adjust yourself with a rueful smile. I can read your thoughts, it's going to be a... difficult... morning.
I grin again.
We join the throng of people heading into Mass. So many people for a weekday morning. I am amazed. As we enter the doors of Notre Dame holding hands in the crush of the faithful, the first thing that strikes me is the echo of hundreds of voices bouncing back. Some of the echos are crystal clear, others are soft and muffled as if being sent back from hundreds of years in the past.
The grandeur of faith is breathtaking to me. The immense stained glass windows filter colored light into the interior, and I imagine I can see the dust of ages swirling in the upper reaches of the hall. The velvet ropes that guide us to our seats, the traditional sconces illuminating our way all project a solemnity, a spirituality I can't fully comprehend. I am silent as I try to take it all in.
I am distracted as I wander forward with the herd, until your hand tugging gently at me pulls me in another direction. I look around, and realize that you are pulling me towards the rear of the rows of seating for the service. The seats are curious, like a cross between wooden folding chairs and benches. We slip into one very near the back, and move to the center of the row.
You put your arm around my shoulder, and we chatter as we wait for the service to begin, pointing out this and that to each other.
Once the service is started, we listen for a while. I find Mass to be a wondrous ritual, although my mind wanders. First, I notice to myself that there is no one sitting near us. Everyone is much closer to the front. Then I glance over at your lap, and see that your excitement has not in the least diminished, which makes me blush and squirm a bit.
This catches your eye, and you look at me. I wink and look down, directing your eyes to my lap. As your eyes follow my directions down, you see my thighs rubbing gently together and my hand in my jacket pocket pulls out a small plastic box of some sort. As my finger flicks across it and I move a bit more, my lips part to let out a small breath of air.
I smile as I see your eyes widen in recognition... the butterfly. I didn't tell you I was bringing it with me to Paris, and honestly I was almost busted when they searched our bags at the airport. Luckily the young man who searched mine understood it was meant to be a surprise.
Your face heats as you realize that you are watching me masturbate in a Catholic church, with people everywhere, in the middle of Mass. Sliding my thighs back and forth against each other, I slowly adjust the vibration of the butterfly up, bit by bit, until I can barely sit still. I actually look around, feeling the blood throbbing in my skull, amazed and gratified that no one seems to notice.
I know my face is flushed, I can feel the heat. My eyes are bright. Your hand steals to your own crotch, to touch and stroke yourself through your slacks. I can see your hard outline through the soft wool, and I turn up the vibrations one last time. Slipping the remote back into my pocket, I reach out for your free hand, and grasp it, holding it tightly.
My lower lip is caught between my teeth, and it draws your eyes for a moment before you slide them up to lock on mine.
Shaking so hard, I expect to hear the row rattling below us, I cum, clenching your hand in a vise-like grip as I shudder into orgasm. I am swept up in the enormous feelings inside me as I feel you lift me to my feet for the hymn. Neither of us sing in French, so we simply stand. Using your hand in mine for support, I manage to make it through the first song without my knees giving way.
During the second, I gather my wits about me again and straighten, reaching into my pocket to turn the butterfly off. As Mass ends, and everyone begins filing out, I step forward and take the lead, a sensuous strut swaying my hips before you. I feel you falling back a bit to take in the view and grin to myself.
I blink as my eyes adjust to the sunshine. The day has warmed, but the soft breeze keeps it from being hot as we decide how to progress with our day. We left the hotel without stopping for breakfast to make the 8:00 am Mass, so we agree that some food is definitely in order.
We decide to walk the mile and a half back across the bridge towards the Latin Quarter and le Jardin de Luxembourg, our last stop today before some lunch and an afternoon meeting with our new French friends.
We find a lovely little sidewalk café to have a nice meal, and settle in to chat and do some serious people watching. As I am tucking into my Croque Monsieur, I see your eyes riveted by something, and turn to see what has drawn your attention.
I see the backside of a well-dressed French lady in a snug skirt strolling by. A bit on the plump side with a tiny waist whittled away by the tailored clothes she is wearing, she offers a drool-worthy walking performance before she turns the corner.
I laugh, and you see that I have caught you out. You blush. I wink.
I love that you love women. And I love that you are all mine, heart and soul. I blow you a kiss and get back to my meal.
We finish our stroll to le Jardin, and arrive just in time for one of the guided tours around the castle. I think perhaps our light meal has woken you. Throughout the entire tour, you brush up against me every chance you get, pushing your semi-hardness into my ass as we stand listening to one droning historical fact or another.
The surroundings inside the palace are luxurious, and I can't help but imagine you taking me in a multitude of ways over, on and under the many priceless antiques scattered about each chamber.
It is certainly one of my favorite visits to a castle, ever, yet I don’t think I remember a single fact as our tour is finished and we are set free into the gardens themselves.
We wander about, enjoying the day, playing touchy-feely and grab-ass as the tension mounts. You have not yet had your release, and my pressure is building again. Something about this city…
Oh! Who am I trying to kid? It’s you. I always have to fight to keep my hands off you no matter where we are. I want you. I always want you. I try to stay sane as we meander, but the scent of you next to me is intoxicating.
As we reach the Fountain of Medici, you pull me to you in a hard embrace, passionate and needy. “I need you,” you growl. “I have had enough of these gardens, we can come back, I need you now.”
Then you kiss me. Your lips meet mine and sear into me, hot as a brand. Your tongue forces it’s way between my teeth, claiming me for your desire. Mmmm. You know I can’t resist you when you do that.
My head is spinning as you suckle at me, drinking me into you, pulling me tight, a hand on my ass pressing my pelvis tightly to yours as you grind against me. Your cock has sprung to full attention and I can feel it pressing at me demanding. It'll leave a bruise and I don’t care. I love it, this display of your urgency. It sends a rush of heat flashing through me.
I drop to my knees, tearing myself from your arms. I have no patience to wait, I crave you in my mouth. Here. Now.
Glancing furtively about, I see no one near. My fingers scrabble at your pants, and I reach in to free you into my waiting hands. So stiff, so full and throbbing already for me, you moan as I touch you, as the cool air washes over you.
As I lean down to slide you into my mouth, I am suddenly struck by a thought.
How many hundreds of assignations, raw and carnal like this have taken place here? How many ladies through the ages willing to play the insatiable slut for their men? How many have fallen to their knees in just this same position, for no reason but to please? I feel a kinship with the uncounted right now.
A hand tightens on my hair and I look up at you. My pink pouty lips are wrapped around your cock, sliding up and down as one hand holds you still for me. My other hand is curled around your hard thigh, following the movements of your hips.
Your eyes are hooded and your grin is desperate, even cruel, as you slide into my mouth. Your hunger is a force of nature. Love has stepped away for a moment, and lust has stepped into her place. He uses me as his tool, and I welcome it.
I close my eyes to concentrate, shutting out the rest of the park and the risk of being caught. I give myself to the moment, drowning in the sensation of you thrusting into me over and over. I perform my act of repentance, my atonement for hours of teasing and torture.
As I feel your cock swell to bursting, My clit is assaulted by the butterfly on it’s highest setting, making me moan around your girth. Feeling your head ramming into the back of my throat and my cries stifles as you grow yet again on my tongue. My hips buck and shake as my orgasm reaches its height just as you release your seed deep into me.
I swallow again and again, choking on the last bit and coughing as a small dribble runs down my chin. As your hand releases my hair, I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Standing, I lick the back of my hand clean, watching you putting yourself carefully away.
You look at me with a grin on your face, then reach forward to slip the purloined remote back into my pocket.
You pull me to you for a quick kiss when the sound of laughter nearly makes me jump from my skin. A small group of college-age tourists come around the fountain, chatting in German, maybe? Not sure, but my eyes catch yours and we laugh together knowing how close we were to being caught.
Sitting on the edge of the fountain, catching our breath, we plan the rest of our day. A bit more exploration of the garden, then lunch and a trip back to the hotel to freshen, then an evening out with our sexy new French friends.
Your eyes sparkle into mine as we discuss it. The amorous possibilities abound in Paris, The City of Love.
Actions
1. Voyeurism
2. Masturbation
3. Public/Semi public sex
4. Cum swallowing
5. Flashing
Words to describe the feel
1. Risk
2. Extreme excitement
3. Teasing
4. Desperation
5. Slutty
Words to work into the story
1. Strut
2. Cathedral
3. Teeth
4. Pouty
5. Skirt
6. Pig tails
7. Sconces
8. Velvet
9. Echo
10. Repentance
Wonder how this works? Click here for the rules to the Erotica Challenge...
The City of Love
Groaning, I look at the clock... 6am. I reach over to shut off the alarm and nudge you. All I get is an incoherent grunt. Shaking my head, I sit up and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. At least I didn't have anything to drink. Looking fondly back at you, I figure I'll let you sleep as I shower.
Smiling, I think back to yesterday when you tried in vain to climb into the shower with me. We laughingly decided that shower was not the proper term for a small box with water falling from one side. We agree the British have the right idea with the term 'water closet.'. Apparently, Europeans take economy of space very seriously, even in our spacious suite.
Gack, it's 6:05, and I am still sitting on the edge of the bed. Way to early after the long night we had. High on our first full day in Paris, we paid no nevermind to jet lag and got amazing recommendations for a restaurant and a jazz club for our evening entertainment.
Despite that I am generally not a huge fan of jazz, drinking, or smoke-filled rooms, we were out well into the wee hours, carousing and speaking broken Frenglish with the natives, making new friends we planned to meet this afternoon.
Which, of course meant that we'd have to go to the early Mass at Notre Dame. Sighing, I look back at the clock. 6:07. Well, we made a deal, and the prospect of meeting Jean and Nathalie later in the day is an appealing one. Two sexier people we could never hope to meet in a single day. We both agree.
One more shake and I am up, only 8 minutes behind schedule.
Back and freshly showered in record time, I see you are still blissfully snoozing the day away. Climbing carefully on top of you, I begin to rub my showered and scented body all over you, kissing, licking, biting.
I can feel that parts of you are awake, if not yet coherent. Smiling, I slide down your body, taking you into my mouth as you moan. Sucking at you greedily, I feel you throb to full hardness between my lips.
Glancing up, I see you raise yourself on your elbows to watch me.
“Mmmm,”I moan around you before raising myself up. “You awake?” I ask.
“Oh yes,” you reply.
“Good,” I giggle as I hop off the bed. Walking over to my outfit laid out on the chair, I say over my shoulder, “Because it's time to get up and get dressed for our big day.” I smile wickedly.
You drop back down the bed making sounds of dismay. Throwing a clean towel at you, I say “Oh stop being such a baby. I promise I'll give you some after our sightseeing.”
“I'm sure I can't wait that long,” you moan. “You're such a tease. You're going to kill me.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” I purr. “Perhaps if you are a very good man, you'll get some before then.”
I see your eyes light up with the possibilities. I grin and push you to the shower as you rise.
As you shower, I get dressed, looking outside to a glorious day beginning. I slip on a white cotton thong under dark washed fitted jeans, a white tank to match, and a soft stylish blazer as comfortable as it is good looking. Not wanting the bother of styling my hair, I comb it carefully into pigtails low on each side of my neck, and slip in a pair of silver hoop earrings before donning my black wool cap.
You are just stepping out of the shower, so I hand you your clothing for the day; an easy, casual wardrobe we picked out for this trip. Clothing that you feel comfortable in, but that also help is fit in without sticking out immediately as Americans.
I've noticed that as much as you grumble about “dressing up to walk around old buildings,” you love the attention you've gotten from the French ladies in our short stay... The next four days may just make a believer of you.
Dressed smartly and ready to face the world, we head out. We chose Hotel Ville D'Estes because of it's position right in the middle of the Latin Quarter. We are just a hop, skip and a jump from The Louvre, Notre Dame, and our other destination for today, Le Jardin de Luxembourg.
It's still early and a bit breezy as we hit the streets, so we grab a cab to the Ile de la Cite and Notre Dame cathedral. We take the opportunity to canoodle in the back seat for the ten-minute ride. My hand on your lap feels a re-swelling of your excitement as you give me that look of yours. The look of need. I grin at you, and making sure that the drivers eyes are on the road for once, I flash you a breast, nipple hardening instantly in the cool air.
Just as I cover myself back up, the driver takes his eyes off the road yet again to watch us and make smart comments in French. I am assuming by his tone and the smattering of French I know that he is amused by the two Americans in the City of Love.
I wish he would keep his attention on the seriously cramped streets and his wayward driving, but we reach our destination alive, and we pay the man thankfully. He says perhaps the only English phrase he knows, “Lovers, yes?” as he winks then drives away.
Turning to you, I smile, and you laugh out loud pulling me to you tightly. “Lovers, yes,” you say in a low voice before kissing me deeply. I can feel your excitement pressing into my hip, and I push myself into you as your tongue slides deftly into my mouth.
I moan softly as your hand rises to the back of my head and tangles in my hair. After a few moments, you step back and adjust yourself with a rueful smile. I can read your thoughts, it's going to be a... difficult... morning.
I grin again.
We join the throng of people heading into Mass. So many people for a weekday morning. I am amazed. As we enter the doors of Notre Dame holding hands in the crush of the faithful, the first thing that strikes me is the echo of hundreds of voices bouncing back. Some of the echos are crystal clear, others are soft and muffled as if being sent back from hundreds of years in the past.
The grandeur of faith is breathtaking to me. The immense stained glass windows filter colored light into the interior, and I imagine I can see the dust of ages swirling in the upper reaches of the hall. The velvet ropes that guide us to our seats, the traditional sconces illuminating our way all project a solemnity, a spirituality I can't fully comprehend. I am silent as I try to take it all in.
I am distracted as I wander forward with the herd, until your hand tugging gently at me pulls me in another direction. I look around, and realize that you are pulling me towards the rear of the rows of seating for the service. The seats are curious, like a cross between wooden folding chairs and benches. We slip into one very near the back, and move to the center of the row.
You put your arm around my shoulder, and we chatter as we wait for the service to begin, pointing out this and that to each other.
Once the service is started, we listen for a while. I find Mass to be a wondrous ritual, although my mind wanders. First, I notice to myself that there is no one sitting near us. Everyone is much closer to the front. Then I glance over at your lap, and see that your excitement has not in the least diminished, which makes me blush and squirm a bit.
This catches your eye, and you look at me. I wink and look down, directing your eyes to my lap. As your eyes follow my directions down, you see my thighs rubbing gently together and my hand in my jacket pocket pulls out a small plastic box of some sort. As my finger flicks across it and I move a bit more, my lips part to let out a small breath of air.
I smile as I see your eyes widen in recognition... the butterfly. I didn't tell you I was bringing it with me to Paris, and honestly I was almost busted when they searched our bags at the airport. Luckily the young man who searched mine understood it was meant to be a surprise.
Your face heats as you realize that you are watching me masturbate in a Catholic church, with people everywhere, in the middle of Mass. Sliding my thighs back and forth against each other, I slowly adjust the vibration of the butterfly up, bit by bit, until I can barely sit still. I actually look around, feeling the blood throbbing in my skull, amazed and gratified that no one seems to notice.
I know my face is flushed, I can feel the heat. My eyes are bright. Your hand steals to your own crotch, to touch and stroke yourself through your slacks. I can see your hard outline through the soft wool, and I turn up the vibrations one last time. Slipping the remote back into my pocket, I reach out for your free hand, and grasp it, holding it tightly.
My lower lip is caught between my teeth, and it draws your eyes for a moment before you slide them up to lock on mine.
Shaking so hard, I expect to hear the row rattling below us, I cum, clenching your hand in a vise-like grip as I shudder into orgasm. I am swept up in the enormous feelings inside me as I feel you lift me to my feet for the hymn. Neither of us sing in French, so we simply stand. Using your hand in mine for support, I manage to make it through the first song without my knees giving way.
During the second, I gather my wits about me again and straighten, reaching into my pocket to turn the butterfly off. As Mass ends, and everyone begins filing out, I step forward and take the lead, a sensuous strut swaying my hips before you. I feel you falling back a bit to take in the view and grin to myself.
I blink as my eyes adjust to the sunshine. The day has warmed, but the soft breeze keeps it from being hot as we decide how to progress with our day. We left the hotel without stopping for breakfast to make the 8:00 am Mass, so we agree that some food is definitely in order.
We decide to walk the mile and a half back across the bridge towards the Latin Quarter and le Jardin de Luxembourg, our last stop today before some lunch and an afternoon meeting with our new French friends.
We find a lovely little sidewalk café to have a nice meal, and settle in to chat and do some serious people watching. As I am tucking into my Croque Monsieur, I see your eyes riveted by something, and turn to see what has drawn your attention.
I see the backside of a well-dressed French lady in a snug skirt strolling by. A bit on the plump side with a tiny waist whittled away by the tailored clothes she is wearing, she offers a drool-worthy walking performance before she turns the corner.
I laugh, and you see that I have caught you out. You blush. I wink.
I love that you love women. And I love that you are all mine, heart and soul. I blow you a kiss and get back to my meal.
We finish our stroll to le Jardin, and arrive just in time for one of the guided tours around the castle. I think perhaps our light meal has woken you. Throughout the entire tour, you brush up against me every chance you get, pushing your semi-hardness into my ass as we stand listening to one droning historical fact or another.
The surroundings inside the palace are luxurious, and I can't help but imagine you taking me in a multitude of ways over, on and under the many priceless antiques scattered about each chamber.
It is certainly one of my favorite visits to a castle, ever, yet I don’t think I remember a single fact as our tour is finished and we are set free into the gardens themselves.
We wander about, enjoying the day, playing touchy-feely and grab-ass as the tension mounts. You have not yet had your release, and my pressure is building again. Something about this city…
Oh! Who am I trying to kid? It’s you. I always have to fight to keep my hands off you no matter where we are. I want you. I always want you. I try to stay sane as we meander, but the scent of you next to me is intoxicating.
As we reach the Fountain of Medici, you pull me to you in a hard embrace, passionate and needy. “I need you,” you growl. “I have had enough of these gardens, we can come back, I need you now.”
Then you kiss me. Your lips meet mine and sear into me, hot as a brand. Your tongue forces it’s way between my teeth, claiming me for your desire. Mmmm. You know I can’t resist you when you do that.
My head is spinning as you suckle at me, drinking me into you, pulling me tight, a hand on my ass pressing my pelvis tightly to yours as you grind against me. Your cock has sprung to full attention and I can feel it pressing at me demanding. It'll leave a bruise and I don’t care. I love it, this display of your urgency. It sends a rush of heat flashing through me.
I drop to my knees, tearing myself from your arms. I have no patience to wait, I crave you in my mouth. Here. Now.
Glancing furtively about, I see no one near. My fingers scrabble at your pants, and I reach in to free you into my waiting hands. So stiff, so full and throbbing already for me, you moan as I touch you, as the cool air washes over you.
As I lean down to slide you into my mouth, I am suddenly struck by a thought.
How many hundreds of assignations, raw and carnal like this have taken place here? How many ladies through the ages willing to play the insatiable slut for their men? How many have fallen to their knees in just this same position, for no reason but to please? I feel a kinship with the uncounted right now.
A hand tightens on my hair and I look up at you. My pink pouty lips are wrapped around your cock, sliding up and down as one hand holds you still for me. My other hand is curled around your hard thigh, following the movements of your hips.
Your eyes are hooded and your grin is desperate, even cruel, as you slide into my mouth. Your hunger is a force of nature. Love has stepped away for a moment, and lust has stepped into her place. He uses me as his tool, and I welcome it.
I close my eyes to concentrate, shutting out the rest of the park and the risk of being caught. I give myself to the moment, drowning in the sensation of you thrusting into me over and over. I perform my act of repentance, my atonement for hours of teasing and torture.
As I feel your cock swell to bursting, My clit is assaulted by the butterfly on it’s highest setting, making me moan around your girth. Feeling your head ramming into the back of my throat and my cries stifles as you grow yet again on my tongue. My hips buck and shake as my orgasm reaches its height just as you release your seed deep into me.
I swallow again and again, choking on the last bit and coughing as a small dribble runs down my chin. As your hand releases my hair, I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Standing, I lick the back of my hand clean, watching you putting yourself carefully away.
You look at me with a grin on your face, then reach forward to slip the purloined remote back into my pocket.
You pull me to you for a quick kiss when the sound of laughter nearly makes me jump from my skin. A small group of college-age tourists come around the fountain, chatting in German, maybe? Not sure, but my eyes catch yours and we laugh together knowing how close we were to being caught.
Sitting on the edge of the fountain, catching our breath, we plan the rest of our day. A bit more exploration of the garden, then lunch and a trip back to the hotel to freshen, then an evening out with our sexy new French friends.
Your eyes sparkle into mine as we discuss it. The amorous possibilities abound in Paris, The City of Love.
Erotica Challenge 2 Audio: Freedom
An audio file of my second Erotica Challenge story:
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I have recorded it in MP3 format, for your listening pleasure. It is about 20 minutes long. I hope you will enjoy, and give me your feedback.
Click here to download/listen to Freedom.
I am making these audios available as free erotica podcasts.
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Erotica Challenge 2: Freedom
The Challenge Sent by an Anonymous Friend:
Actions
1. Teasing
2. Oral sex
3. Fucking while she’s on her stomach
4. Licking
5. Bondage (eg. tied)
6. Sensual pleasures (spanking, hot/cold, biting, pinching).
Words to describe the feel
1. Trust
2. Vulnerability
3. Lust
4. Freedom
5. Kinky
Words to work into the story
1. Crawling
2. Hot wax
3. Ice
4. Black corset
5. Feather
6. Surrender
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Freedom
I am slowly roused from my slumber by your movements. Lying on my stomach with my face on the sheet, I drowse, smelling last night’s lovemaking. I smile to myself.
I feel you climb onto the mattress and pull me to the center of the bed. I am almost fully awake now, but I choose not to open my eyes, and let you position me as you wish. I trust you implicitly and I am feeling quite lazy this morning, so if you want to take charge I’m all for it.
Spreading me out on the bed, I wonder if you are setting me up for a massage. Musing to myself, I think how nice that would be to wake to. That little fantasy takes over my mind as I imagine the lovemaking possibilities on this languorous Sunday morning.
I almost miss it as you lift each foot and place cuffs around my ankles. You drop them back into place and I hear a click. Almost rousing myself, I begin to look up just as your hand touches my head, letting me know you’d prefer that I keep it down. Sliding your hand over my eyelids you let me know that you would also like me to keep my eyes closed.
Mmmm. No argument there. I am feeling lazy, after all.
A cuff is slipped around each wrist, and I am stretched out on the bed. More clicks and then silence. I realize with a start that you have bound me firmly into place. Everything was so gentle. Tugging lightly, I find I have very little room to move in this spread-eagled position.
I am too lazy to figure out exactly what you are up to, so I lay in passivity, waiting. I don’t have long to wait. I feel your presence in the room and hear you moving around me, walking over to my side of the bed and setting some items down on the side table.
I jerk in surprise as I feel the sheet below me suddenly start to move. You are pulling it out from under me, and I fight to keep my eyes closed. As the cotton slowly slides from under me, I feel a warm fuzziness, instead of the mattress cover below me. Wondering what it could possibly be, I start to grin.
Sportsheets! You bought them for me. I almost laugh with joy.
Since before we met, I have wanted a set of Sportsheets. Since I first laid eyes on them, I have thought they were pure genius. A fitted sheet made of a soft material like the fuzzy side of Velcro with cuffs and other accessories that hook into place, wherever they are placed on the mattress.
You must have put the Sportsheet on under the fitted sheet, and pulled back the corners to attach my bonds, before you whisked the useless cotton out from under me.
Testing the strength, I pull as hard as I can. I actually feel the mattress rise slightly, but the cuffs don’t give. I hear you chuckle. I’m sure you know exactly what’s going through my mind.
I fall back down to the mattress relaxing again, but am startled as I feel you sliding something under me yet again. You position it in place, and as I feel it begin to enclose around me, I realize that you are fastening the black leather corset onto my body. The tightness holds me in, constricts me as you reach under me to zip up the front.
I know you love this corset on me. How it pulls in my waist before my body flares back out to my hips and ass. I can only imagine how I must look to you now; not a stitch of clothing, except for this corset, alabaster skin silhouetted in an “X” on a fuzzy black backdrop, head turned to the side, eyes closed, and dark brown hair falling around me still mussed from sleep.
I feel your hands in my hair, combing it back from my face and up from my neck with your fingers.
Ahhh, how I love that.
You grasp my hair in back and gently twist it, laying it against my head and clipping it in place, out of your way.
Picturing it in my mind brings home the reality of it all. I feel somehow even more vulnerable to you now, with the corset on, than I did bound and naked. I try to grasp why. Is it because you took control of that as well? Decided I would not remain bare, but be adorned for your pleasure? I don’t know.
I let it go. Surrender, I tell myself. Just be in the moment.
The sounds of movement capture my attention, and I listen intently. I have no idea what you are planning, and if I am truly honest with myself, I probably won’t guess from just the sounds that you make. Smiling wryly, I still try. Doing something, even listening to determine your plan is easier than just waiting.
The bed dips a bit near my feet as you move onto the mattress, crawling up my body. Straddling my ass with your thighs, I can feel your member nestling between my cheeks.
Running a hand softly across my shoulders, you touch me, playing with a loose curl at my neck. As you shift your weight on me, you pull your hand back, and I feel a soft touch.
Tiny tendrils flow across my skin, tickling, teasing. I feel a light and airy touch, just enough to raise my senses to the surface, to make my flesh rise to meet you. As it slides across me, brushing gently against my body, I realize that you must have pulled out the ostrich plume.
I relax into the feel of it dragging across my skin, tingling and heightening my senses. You draw me more fully into a full awareness of my limbs stretched out, so much surface exposed to you. You run the feather along each arm, my upper back, down each leg and softly tease the most sensitive areas on the backs of my knees and inner thighs. As you move the tendrils slowly over my lips I can feel my body responding, opening to you. My juices leak out onto the edges of the feather as you brush it over me.
I begin to squirm a bit as you tickle, and the feather is gone. I make a small mew of disappointment before I feel your warm hands begin to caress me in the same pattern as the feather, running over every inch of my exposed flesh, even sliding below my limbs, massaging me, relaxing me even further as I make contented sounds, a lot like purring, deep in my throat.
As you work your way up my inner thighs, I feel my heat expand yet again in anticipation of your touch, but you slide right by barely touching, taking your hands to the globes of my ass, where you knead deeply into my plushness.
Despite my arousal I am feeling like I could nod off at any moment, drowsy, until a sharp slap on my ass brings me to myself. I arch my back nearly jumping in my surprise, letting out a small cry.
Another slap and another, never in the same place, but overlapping, spreading the warm heat evenly across my bottom. Slowly, you build up the strength of each strike, until your blows are nearly full force when you finally stop.
Your body shifts against mine as you reach for something from the bedside table. I wait, panting softly. I feel a small stab on one cheek, then another, and another before the piercing cold of an ice cube is smoothed around my hot skin. Melting, dripping and wetting the surface of my ass, drops of water roll down my curves.
Sighing in relief as the cold liquid turns soothing, I wiggle under your palms as your smooth the wet over me.
Another open palmed blow stiffens me and forces a cry from my mouth. Ahhh. The sting of a thousands nettles hits me over and over again, as again you work your way over my bottom, this time with a wet palm striking damp flesh. You continue until you have covered the surface completely, and my eyes are leaking tears.
Sitting back on me again, you rub the pain into me. At once soothing me and pushing the pain deeper into my body, into my bones, you transform the pain into sublime pleasure. Every now and again, you pause to pinch my tender bottom as you chuckle softly.
I want to ask you if there is more to come, but my pride is too great. Not only would I be admitting I’m close to my limit, but I would give you reason to punish me. I clamp my lips shut, only letting the small sounds of pain to leak through. The sounds you love to hear.
As you have rubbed me, my backside has dried. At least, I reason, if you choose to spank me again, my body will be dry. Then I feel you shift, and I think that perhaps you are re-wetting me. I clench my teeth in preparation, determined not to react.
I may have been prepared for ice, but I was most certainly not prepared for the drops of fire that begin to rain down on my ass, burning into my core like small coals. I am shouting the instant the first splatters fall on me.
I try to move my body around to escape, but I have no room, I can't escape.
I can tell I am only upsetting you, so I settle back down, biting the bed, trying to stifle my cries, to wipe the tears rolling down my cheeks.
I am infinitely grateful when it ends and your hands begin soothing me again. Feeling you sliding smoothly over me, I realize that you must have used the massage candles we bought last week. The hot wax from the candle turns into heated massage oil for lovely aftercare, which we thought was a wonderful idea.
As you rub the warm oil into me, I find myself agreeing that it is, indeed a wonderful idea. Mmmm. The languor of pain is running through me now, radiating out from my poor, abused ass to my thighs, my tits, my stomach, my groin... oh yes, my groin...
Leaning down over me you gently bite my shoulder, sending shivers through me as you rub yourself against me. The heat between my legs throbs for you, my need for you flaring.
I feel you shift again as you sit back up. This time, the ice cube is cool and soothing against my skin as you slide it down, down, down...
You pass the cube through the valley of my ass, as the melting fluid slides down to mix with my own juices. Slowly, slowly you rub it further along its path, gently slicking it along my lips as I moan. The cold of the cube is an amazing, sensuous contrast to the heat of my soft folds.
The ice feels almost hot against me, the trickling water sliding down me sends shivers through my body, and when you slip the cube inside, I let out a long sigh of pleasure. You use your finger to press it as far in as possible, then add a second cube.
Ohhh, I can feel them melting inside me, as I clench, holding them in, knowing you would not be pleased if they slip out before they are fully melted.
With one hand, you manipulate my lips as you add a third cube to my pussy, then pinch my lips shut with your fingers, holding them inside me. I feel you lean down, your hot breath on the small of my back as you kiss me softly.
As thorough with your kisses as you were with your spanks, you kiss away the pain, until all that is left is a soft warmth as you work your way down to the juncture where my ass meets my thighs.
Starting back up at my lower back, you retrace your path, licking and nibbling at me, taking your pleasure with my body as you continue to hold me closed, not letting the quickly warming water or my own juices spill out.
Ohhh. You know how I love to feel your tongue on me, and when you reach the crack of my ass and begin licking and biting at the delicate flesh there, I can't stay still below you. Pulling one cheek to the side with your free hand, you give yourself greater access to swirl your tongue over my little brown pucker, to nibble at the ring gently with your front teeth until you have me writhing below you.
Just then, I feel your tongue slide swiftly into my ass, wiggling around. I lift up and press back as much as I can within the constraints of my bonds. The pleasure is too great for me to withstand and I spasm below you, rocking on your tongue.
Almost immediately on the heels of that orgasm, you slide your mouth down to my cunny, slipping both hands under my hips and lifting me to your mouth, using your tongue and lips to lap up the melted water from inside me while your slightly rough chin presses against my clit, driving me again and again to orgasm on your face.
As I begin to slow, you move down still further to my clit, sucking gently, not letting me relax. My orgasms continue, rising and falling inside me, over and over, my nectar spilling out over your face.
I don’t know how long you make it last. It seems like forever, until I am simply lying below you, quivering. I am limp in blissful surrender.
You slide up my body, kissing up my ass to the lower edge of the corset, then picking your way through the laces to the top edge, finally reaching my neck. I can smell myself on you as you grab my ear between your teeth. Your hands are sliding over the leather encasing my body, pressing your hands into me, holding me tightly as you position your self at my entrance.
Growling into my ear, and holding me in place, you slide your length into me in one motion. I let out a ragged cry as you fill me, my cunt grasping at you tightly, trying to suck you deeper into me, my ass bucking back against you, pushing myself onto you, grinding back against you.
One hand moves from my waist to my hip, where you push me down into the bed, pressing your pelvis into me, covering me totally, completely. Smooth, steady strokes and you breathe in my ear, talking to me for the first time this morning, telling me how good I’ve been for you, how much you appreciate the gift I give you of myself.
Your pelvis rocks into me, pressing against my poor abused ass, making it burn and sting anew with your assault.
I am so filled with you right now, so enveloped by you, I can’t explain, A sob escapes me as tears roll down my cheeks. Your tongue licks at the salty trails, comforting me, sharing the pleasure of my pain with me as you fuck me so hard, so lovingly.
Your voice in my ear gets deeper, more raw. “I want you to come with me this time. I know you’re close. Are you ready for me?” you ask. I have barely stammered out my reply when you bark out “Now!”
I feel your cock throb and jerk inside me as you fill me. My own orgasm rocks me. I am shuddering and spasming on you, under you, writhing about in pleasure and pain. My cunt grips at you, clutches you, milking you dry with my need. I can feel you begin to soften, and I mourn the inevitable loss of you.
Rather than pulling out, you slide your body onto me, relaxing your weight so that my breathing is constricted for a moment until I adjust. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear as you lay on me and pet me, I am content.
Basking in the afterglow of orgasm and your after care I muse how ironic it is that it is when you have me so tightly bound, enfolded in your arms, unable to escape… that I feel the most freedom.
Actions
1. Teasing
2. Oral sex
3. Fucking while she’s on her stomach
4. Licking
5. Bondage (eg. tied)
6. Sensual pleasures (spanking, hot/cold, biting, pinching).
Words to describe the feel
1. Trust
2. Vulnerability
3. Lust
4. Freedom
5. Kinky
Words to work into the story
1. Crawling
2. Hot wax
3. Ice
4. Black corset
5. Feather
6. Surrender
Wonder how this works? Click here for the rules to the Erotica Challenge...
Freedom
I am slowly roused from my slumber by your movements. Lying on my stomach with my face on the sheet, I drowse, smelling last night’s lovemaking. I smile to myself.
I feel you climb onto the mattress and pull me to the center of the bed. I am almost fully awake now, but I choose not to open my eyes, and let you position me as you wish. I trust you implicitly and I am feeling quite lazy this morning, so if you want to take charge I’m all for it.
Spreading me out on the bed, I wonder if you are setting me up for a massage. Musing to myself, I think how nice that would be to wake to. That little fantasy takes over my mind as I imagine the lovemaking possibilities on this languorous Sunday morning.
I almost miss it as you lift each foot and place cuffs around my ankles. You drop them back into place and I hear a click. Almost rousing myself, I begin to look up just as your hand touches my head, letting me know you’d prefer that I keep it down. Sliding your hand over my eyelids you let me know that you would also like me to keep my eyes closed.
Mmmm. No argument there. I am feeling lazy, after all.
A cuff is slipped around each wrist, and I am stretched out on the bed. More clicks and then silence. I realize with a start that you have bound me firmly into place. Everything was so gentle. Tugging lightly, I find I have very little room to move in this spread-eagled position.
I am too lazy to figure out exactly what you are up to, so I lay in passivity, waiting. I don’t have long to wait. I feel your presence in the room and hear you moving around me, walking over to my side of the bed and setting some items down on the side table.
I jerk in surprise as I feel the sheet below me suddenly start to move. You are pulling it out from under me, and I fight to keep my eyes closed. As the cotton slowly slides from under me, I feel a warm fuzziness, instead of the mattress cover below me. Wondering what it could possibly be, I start to grin.
Sportsheets! You bought them for me. I almost laugh with joy.
Since before we met, I have wanted a set of Sportsheets. Since I first laid eyes on them, I have thought they were pure genius. A fitted sheet made of a soft material like the fuzzy side of Velcro with cuffs and other accessories that hook into place, wherever they are placed on the mattress.
You must have put the Sportsheet on under the fitted sheet, and pulled back the corners to attach my bonds, before you whisked the useless cotton out from under me.
Testing the strength, I pull as hard as I can. I actually feel the mattress rise slightly, but the cuffs don’t give. I hear you chuckle. I’m sure you know exactly what’s going through my mind.
I fall back down to the mattress relaxing again, but am startled as I feel you sliding something under me yet again. You position it in place, and as I feel it begin to enclose around me, I realize that you are fastening the black leather corset onto my body. The tightness holds me in, constricts me as you reach under me to zip up the front.
I know you love this corset on me. How it pulls in my waist before my body flares back out to my hips and ass. I can only imagine how I must look to you now; not a stitch of clothing, except for this corset, alabaster skin silhouetted in an “X” on a fuzzy black backdrop, head turned to the side, eyes closed, and dark brown hair falling around me still mussed from sleep.
I feel your hands in my hair, combing it back from my face and up from my neck with your fingers.
Ahhh, how I love that.
You grasp my hair in back and gently twist it, laying it against my head and clipping it in place, out of your way.
Picturing it in my mind brings home the reality of it all. I feel somehow even more vulnerable to you now, with the corset on, than I did bound and naked. I try to grasp why. Is it because you took control of that as well? Decided I would not remain bare, but be adorned for your pleasure? I don’t know.
I let it go. Surrender, I tell myself. Just be in the moment.
The sounds of movement capture my attention, and I listen intently. I have no idea what you are planning, and if I am truly honest with myself, I probably won’t guess from just the sounds that you make. Smiling wryly, I still try. Doing something, even listening to determine your plan is easier than just waiting.
The bed dips a bit near my feet as you move onto the mattress, crawling up my body. Straddling my ass with your thighs, I can feel your member nestling between my cheeks.
Running a hand softly across my shoulders, you touch me, playing with a loose curl at my neck. As you shift your weight on me, you pull your hand back, and I feel a soft touch.
Tiny tendrils flow across my skin, tickling, teasing. I feel a light and airy touch, just enough to raise my senses to the surface, to make my flesh rise to meet you. As it slides across me, brushing gently against my body, I realize that you must have pulled out the ostrich plume.
I relax into the feel of it dragging across my skin, tingling and heightening my senses. You draw me more fully into a full awareness of my limbs stretched out, so much surface exposed to you. You run the feather along each arm, my upper back, down each leg and softly tease the most sensitive areas on the backs of my knees and inner thighs. As you move the tendrils slowly over my lips I can feel my body responding, opening to you. My juices leak out onto the edges of the feather as you brush it over me.
I begin to squirm a bit as you tickle, and the feather is gone. I make a small mew of disappointment before I feel your warm hands begin to caress me in the same pattern as the feather, running over every inch of my exposed flesh, even sliding below my limbs, massaging me, relaxing me even further as I make contented sounds, a lot like purring, deep in my throat.
As you work your way up my inner thighs, I feel my heat expand yet again in anticipation of your touch, but you slide right by barely touching, taking your hands to the globes of my ass, where you knead deeply into my plushness.
Despite my arousal I am feeling like I could nod off at any moment, drowsy, until a sharp slap on my ass brings me to myself. I arch my back nearly jumping in my surprise, letting out a small cry.
Another slap and another, never in the same place, but overlapping, spreading the warm heat evenly across my bottom. Slowly, you build up the strength of each strike, until your blows are nearly full force when you finally stop.
Your body shifts against mine as you reach for something from the bedside table. I wait, panting softly. I feel a small stab on one cheek, then another, and another before the piercing cold of an ice cube is smoothed around my hot skin. Melting, dripping and wetting the surface of my ass, drops of water roll down my curves.
Sighing in relief as the cold liquid turns soothing, I wiggle under your palms as your smooth the wet over me.
Another open palmed blow stiffens me and forces a cry from my mouth. Ahhh. The sting of a thousands nettles hits me over and over again, as again you work your way over my bottom, this time with a wet palm striking damp flesh. You continue until you have covered the surface completely, and my eyes are leaking tears.
Sitting back on me again, you rub the pain into me. At once soothing me and pushing the pain deeper into my body, into my bones, you transform the pain into sublime pleasure. Every now and again, you pause to pinch my tender bottom as you chuckle softly.
I want to ask you if there is more to come, but my pride is too great. Not only would I be admitting I’m close to my limit, but I would give you reason to punish me. I clamp my lips shut, only letting the small sounds of pain to leak through. The sounds you love to hear.
As you have rubbed me, my backside has dried. At least, I reason, if you choose to spank me again, my body will be dry. Then I feel you shift, and I think that perhaps you are re-wetting me. I clench my teeth in preparation, determined not to react.
I may have been prepared for ice, but I was most certainly not prepared for the drops of fire that begin to rain down on my ass, burning into my core like small coals. I am shouting the instant the first splatters fall on me.
I try to move my body around to escape, but I have no room, I can't escape.
I can tell I am only upsetting you, so I settle back down, biting the bed, trying to stifle my cries, to wipe the tears rolling down my cheeks.
I am infinitely grateful when it ends and your hands begin soothing me again. Feeling you sliding smoothly over me, I realize that you must have used the massage candles we bought last week. The hot wax from the candle turns into heated massage oil for lovely aftercare, which we thought was a wonderful idea.
As you rub the warm oil into me, I find myself agreeing that it is, indeed a wonderful idea. Mmmm. The languor of pain is running through me now, radiating out from my poor, abused ass to my thighs, my tits, my stomach, my groin... oh yes, my groin...
Leaning down over me you gently bite my shoulder, sending shivers through me as you rub yourself against me. The heat between my legs throbs for you, my need for you flaring.
I feel you shift again as you sit back up. This time, the ice cube is cool and soothing against my skin as you slide it down, down, down...
You pass the cube through the valley of my ass, as the melting fluid slides down to mix with my own juices. Slowly, slowly you rub it further along its path, gently slicking it along my lips as I moan. The cold of the cube is an amazing, sensuous contrast to the heat of my soft folds.
The ice feels almost hot against me, the trickling water sliding down me sends shivers through my body, and when you slip the cube inside, I let out a long sigh of pleasure. You use your finger to press it as far in as possible, then add a second cube.
Ohhh, I can feel them melting inside me, as I clench, holding them in, knowing you would not be pleased if they slip out before they are fully melted.
With one hand, you manipulate my lips as you add a third cube to my pussy, then pinch my lips shut with your fingers, holding them inside me. I feel you lean down, your hot breath on the small of my back as you kiss me softly.
As thorough with your kisses as you were with your spanks, you kiss away the pain, until all that is left is a soft warmth as you work your way down to the juncture where my ass meets my thighs.
Starting back up at my lower back, you retrace your path, licking and nibbling at me, taking your pleasure with my body as you continue to hold me closed, not letting the quickly warming water or my own juices spill out.
Ohhh. You know how I love to feel your tongue on me, and when you reach the crack of my ass and begin licking and biting at the delicate flesh there, I can't stay still below you. Pulling one cheek to the side with your free hand, you give yourself greater access to swirl your tongue over my little brown pucker, to nibble at the ring gently with your front teeth until you have me writhing below you.
Just then, I feel your tongue slide swiftly into my ass, wiggling around. I lift up and press back as much as I can within the constraints of my bonds. The pleasure is too great for me to withstand and I spasm below you, rocking on your tongue.
Almost immediately on the heels of that orgasm, you slide your mouth down to my cunny, slipping both hands under my hips and lifting me to your mouth, using your tongue and lips to lap up the melted water from inside me while your slightly rough chin presses against my clit, driving me again and again to orgasm on your face.
As I begin to slow, you move down still further to my clit, sucking gently, not letting me relax. My orgasms continue, rising and falling inside me, over and over, my nectar spilling out over your face.
I don’t know how long you make it last. It seems like forever, until I am simply lying below you, quivering. I am limp in blissful surrender.
You slide up my body, kissing up my ass to the lower edge of the corset, then picking your way through the laces to the top edge, finally reaching my neck. I can smell myself on you as you grab my ear between your teeth. Your hands are sliding over the leather encasing my body, pressing your hands into me, holding me tightly as you position your self at my entrance.
Growling into my ear, and holding me in place, you slide your length into me in one motion. I let out a ragged cry as you fill me, my cunt grasping at you tightly, trying to suck you deeper into me, my ass bucking back against you, pushing myself onto you, grinding back against you.
One hand moves from my waist to my hip, where you push me down into the bed, pressing your pelvis into me, covering me totally, completely. Smooth, steady strokes and you breathe in my ear, talking to me for the first time this morning, telling me how good I’ve been for you, how much you appreciate the gift I give you of myself.
Your pelvis rocks into me, pressing against my poor abused ass, making it burn and sting anew with your assault.
I am so filled with you right now, so enveloped by you, I can’t explain, A sob escapes me as tears roll down my cheeks. Your tongue licks at the salty trails, comforting me, sharing the pleasure of my pain with me as you fuck me so hard, so lovingly.
Your voice in my ear gets deeper, more raw. “I want you to come with me this time. I know you’re close. Are you ready for me?” you ask. I have barely stammered out my reply when you bark out “Now!”
I feel your cock throb and jerk inside me as you fill me. My own orgasm rocks me. I am shuddering and spasming on you, under you, writhing about in pleasure and pain. My cunt grips at you, clutches you, milking you dry with my need. I can feel you begin to soften, and I mourn the inevitable loss of you.
Rather than pulling out, you slide your body onto me, relaxing your weight so that my breathing is constricted for a moment until I adjust. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear as you lay on me and pet me, I am content.
Basking in the afterglow of orgasm and your after care I muse how ironic it is that it is when you have me so tightly bound, enfolded in your arms, unable to escape… that I feel the most freedom.
Erotica Challenge 1 Audio: My First Transgression
An audio file of this first Erotica Challenge story:
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I have recorded it in MP3 format, for your listening pleasure. It is not studio-quality (in fact, it is my second attempt at audio), but I am learning. It is about 25 minutes long. I hope you will bear with me, and give me your feedback.
Click here to download/listen to My First Transgression.
I am looking into making these audios available as free podcasts.
Wonder how the Erotica Challenge works? Click here for the rules to the Erotica Challenge...
Erotica Challenge 1: My First Transgression
The Challenge by Genus_Unknown:
Actions
1. Fingering of the female sexual organ
2. Cock worship (speaking to it)
3. Spanking (bare-handed)
4. Gagging/slobbering
5. Rimming of the ass (male or female or both)
6. Teasing of the body
7. Light bondage (panties in mouth, ect)
8. Crawling on all fours
9. Hair pulling
10. Doggy style sex
11. Girl on top sex
12. Orgasm begging
13. Cumming on the face/cum eating
14. Sensual kissing
Words to describe the feel
1. Domination
2. Needing
3. Slight Humiliation
4. Raw
5. Loving and caring
Words to work into the story
1. Cock
2. Cunt
3. Lick
4. Pant
5. Slut
6. Bitch
7. Yelp
8. Ass
9. Cock whore
10. Bite
11. Tweak
12. Slap
13. Tormented
14. Captivated
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My First Transgression
You are sitting on the couch surfing the web on your laptop. I am kneeling across the room, tormented, in only a pair of white cotton panties waiting for that moment of time when I know I am ready to submit myself utterly to you for atonement.
I have been a bad girl and disappointed you today. Just thinking it, I feel the tears well up, and I blink to keep them in, fighting my humiliation. I knew I was being willful, and I still did it. A minor transgression in the scheme of things, but oh so large because I knew just what I was doing.
I still do. I watch you doing what you need to do as I wait until my feelings of rebellion drain from me completely. I struggle with myself to just let it go, let it flow from me and become a vessel for what you choose to pour into me this evening.
In all our time together, I have been so good. You have commented on how proud I make you, so strong, so smart, and so good. You laugh that none of my friends would ever guess that I was your willing cock whore at home, and you kiss me with passion.
Damn it, those tears again. Blinking them back, I try to lose myself into the peace of submission, and I feel myself sliding, yet I stop just before I reach that place. “Why now?” I wonder.
I know why, but I push it away. I used to think submitting was the scariest thing I would ever do, I know better now. There are much, much scarier things.
I shake my head slightly, trying to bring myself back to the task at hand. I need to empty myself of pride. Only you and your needs matter in this moment. Why do I struggle so?
Sitting back on my heels, hands on my thighs, I think over the time we’ve spent. How you’ve told me I’ve captivated you with my sublime willingness to please. What a gift I give you every time I kneel at your feet and kiss your knees as we surf the internet on separate laptops in the evenings. Together, so close, yet apart and independent. You even laugh at what you call the gift of my conversation, that I have so many sides of me to offer and that I offer them all to you.
Drowning myself in thoughts of you, I feel the click. I am ready. Thoughts of my own ego and pride drain away, and I know what needs to be done.
Picking up the paddle next to me, I put it into my teeth and slide down on all fours to bring it to you, moving across the room in sublime contentment, knowing that you will make things right.
Reaching your feet, I sit back on my heels and wait, head bowed. It seems cooler here, where you are. My bare skin shrinks around me in the chill, and I shiver slightly. Pushing the distraction away, I wait.
You finish what you are doing, and you calmly fold your computer and set it aside. I love that you don’t try to prolong things out of spite, that you are always fair and ready to forgive. I love what I know is coming.
I feel you looking at me, and my cheeks redden again with humiliation at the hurt I caused. I wait.
You stand and slowly undress, setting your clothing carefully aside as you always do, until you stand utterly naked and powerful before me. Reaching down, you lift my chin with your hand, until I look you in the eyes. I lower my lashes, but you give my head that soft shake that you give, and I gaze at you again. You search my face for something, and in a moment you find it. You nod softly to yourself, and you reach to take the paddle from my mouth.
Looking over the leather tool, idly fingering the word “slut” cut into the leather, you look thoughtful.
“Good choice.” Your praise makes me flush in pleasure.
You set it aside on the couch, and look at me again. I have not yet earned my atonement. I know what I need to do. Sitting forward, I nuzzle my face into your crotch, breathing the scent of you in. Taking your hard cock into my hands, I kiss it lightly.
I love your cock. So smooth, so warm in my hands. Kissing it again, I gently touch it all over, as it thickens further in my grasp.
“Mmmm. I am going to kiss you all over,” I say to your cock. I know I am not to speak to you, but we have long since established that cock worship is not only acceptable, but encouraged.
“I love how strong you are, how you feel in my hands, between my lips. I want to feel you inside me. I want to give you pleasure. I crave the taste of you.” I say these words between kisses up and down your length.
Pausing in my compliments for a moment to pull your head into my mouth, I let out a small groan.
I always love pleasuring your cock, there is just something about feeling my need for you match yours for me in that instant that your smooth head slides between my lips and finds its way to my tongue. Humming for just a moment as I feel you filling me, I begin to slide up and down your shaft with my lips.
Slowly and sensually, I take my time. I know you love it raw and hard, and I will get to that. I also know that you love the build, and I am here to give that to you, to give you what you want from me.
Sliding up and down your shaft, I let my tongue play over your strength while my lips caress you, leaving trails of saliva behind, slicking you up, moistening your cock as I suck.
You shift slightly, and lift one leg to place it on the edge of the couch. Taking my cue, I slide up and off of you, bringing up a hand to hold you, stroke you as I move down towards your balls, licking and sucking.
I feel you place a hand on mine, guiding me, squeezing my fingers into you.
I take one of your balls into my mouth, sucking it, licking it, swirling it around as I taste you. As I do, you end your silence, and begin speaking to me in a low voice, guiding me with your words, telling me what you love, as I tend to your needs with my mouth.
Coating your sack with my saliva, I lick carefully, not missing a single spot, until a hand on my head give me direction with a light pressure. Readjusting myself on the floor, I venture further back, licking your taint, nibbling it lightly as I feel you shiver. Sliding back further, my tongue reaches your salty pucker, and I feel you tense and relax as I glide across you.
Your hand on mine shifts, and I feel you pulling my fingers away. I place my hand back on my knee, as you continue to stroke yourself while I worship you with my mouth.
“Lick my ass, baby.” You say. “Lick it good, and I just may cum for you. You would like that, I know you would.”
Moaning in agreement, I lap at your asshole with the flat of my tongue, pushing my way into the crack, my nose nuzzling your taint. Letting my tongue press more firmly into you, I feel you push back ever so slightly as you moan.
Tightening and pointing my tongue, I press it into you, feeling your tightness give way to me, as I take your salty musk. Pressing, then pulling back, pressing forward again, I slip my wet tongue inside you, pushing as deeply as I can, feeling you surround me. Your moans rolls through your body, and you clench down on me before relaxing again.
I slowly slide my tongue in and out of you, my saliva lubricating and softening your ring, my softness just hard enough to penetrate and pleasure your sensitive hole.
A hand in my hair pulls back and away from your ass, you roughly press me back to your cock, forcing yourself deep into my mouth. I smile a bit. I know what comes next.
Placing my hands again on my knees, I close my eyes and relax as you plow into my mouth, sliding further in, until your head is slamming forcefully into the back of my throat with each thrust.
My gag reflex begins to wake up, despite my swallowing. You love it when I gag on your cock, and despite the discomfort, I have learned to enjoy it on the rare occasions you require it of me.
As you push into my mouth hard, fucking my face, I have no control over my body. Drool slides from my lips onto your shaft, dripping down onto my chest, stringing to your cock as you pull away. I find the rhythm, still gagging as you push in and out, holding yourself outside my mouth for a brief moment to let me recover before ramming into me again.
I feel your cock jerk and grow suddenly thicker as you pull out of me, aiming, as your creamy load comes rushing out of your cock. The first spurt lands in my open mouth, then you shift slightly to paint my cheeks and lips.
You pull away, your semi-hard cock still in your hand, then you step forward again and lightly slap my face with it.
One cheek, then the other, slapping your cock into your cooling cum on my cheeks. Using your cock as a makeshift spatula, you use it to smear each drop of cum towards my mouth, where my tongue can reach it to clean myself up.
Setting your foot back down on the floor, you reach down to my shoulders and encourage me to stand.
I gaze at you calmly, knowing the night is not yet over.
You reach out to tweak a nipple, and I gasp in pleasure. Suddenly, you grasp me tightly, pulling me off balance and onto your knees as you sit back on the couch. Laid across your thighs like an errant child, I know that I am about to be released from my suffering, and I smile in joy.
Placing one arm across my lower back, your other hand rubs and fondles my ass cheeks through my white panties. Palms smooth against the thin material as you massage and play for your own pleasure. A soft pinch here and there has me twitching in surprise as I patiently wait for what I know is coming.
A blow lands and I yelp, more from the shock of the first blow than from pain. You are gentle with me, warming me up, so you can truly release me from my mental bonds. Feather-soft stinging slaps cover every inch of my globes as I feel my tender skin begin to flush and heat, even under the soft cotton.
I can't help but wiggle as you spank me, needing, craving this contact from you, to force the greater pain of disappointing you from my thoughts.
As always, you seem to know when the time is right, and I feel you put more strength into your efforts, raining assault down on my ass and thighs, making me cry out in pleasure and pain and release.
As tears fall from my eyes, I sob, trying to catch my breath which is coming in ragged gasps.
Abruptly, you stop, and begin speaking in a soothing tone, telling me what a good girl I am, how you forgive me everything, that I don't need to say it. You lean over, and kiss my reddened bottom through the soft knit as I cling to your leg, nuzzling as I try to come back to you.
Kissing and breathing hot air out onto my cheeks, you continue to speak affectionately and endearingly, brining me back to myself, back to you.
Getting my breath back under control as you caress me, I jerk in response as you bite me lightly on the crease where my thigh meets my ass cheek.
You sit back up, your hand never ceasing it's stroking play, sliding across my round ass. Slowly, your hand slides between my thighs, tickling along panty line, teasing me as I whimper my need for you.
Sliding back and forth, tantalizing me as you rub closer and closer, but not quite fulfilling the promise of your touch.
I find that my legs have spread on their own, my body responding to you against without conscious thought. I lay across you, still spent in the languor of aftershock as you amuse yourself with my body.
Slowly, you drag a finger tip from my tail bone down through the crack of my ass, pressing my panties into the cleft, pausing for a moment to tickle my brown bud as I squirm and moan for you, then you continue on. Sliding down into my wetness, your finger just barely parts my lips, dipping the white cottom into my juices, and finally brushing ever-so-gently against my clit.
You pause there for a moment, keeping your pressure very light, rubbing small circles as you feel my hips jerk involuntarily against you.
Chuckling softly, you say in a low voice, “I know you like this baby. You are such a good girl for me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I reply.
A sharp slap across my ass as I cry out and tears form again.
“You know better than that,” you chide. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me. I want you filling me, claiming me, making me yours,” I gasp out.
“You are mine,” you say firmly. “That nonsense today notwithstanding. You are mine to your core, whether you know it or not. Never mind that. You have been a good girl, and I forgive you.”
As your last words trail off, you slide a finger under the elastic leg of my panties, pushing it to the side and slipping inside of me as you press your thumb against my clit. Holding yourself still inside me, you can feel my muscles clenching you, grasping at you, trying to pull you deeper. Slowly working your thumb against me as you curl and uncurl your finger inside has me writhing on your lap in no time.
I ca feel your erection straining against me in new growth, and I know that you are as excited by the play as I am.
“Now, baby, you have been a good girl, and I forgive you, but you are not allowed to cum until I tell you, no matter how badly you want to,” you say. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good.”
Partially pulling out and slipping a second finger inside me, you press against me almost roughly, your thumb making my hips churn, your fingers pulling the juices from deep inside, and your knuckles pressing into the sensitive spots just between my pussy and ass as the fabric brushes against me, adding different sensations to each move you make.
As I wiggle and sigh, you pull your fingers out and lift me to straddle your lap. Reaching down with one hand, you grab your cock and brush my pantie to the side to slide yourself in. Pulling down onto you completely, you hold me there, taking my face in your hand and kissing me passionately.
Letting your hand drop from my face to my hips, you begin to work yourself in and out of me, lifting me up and down on your cock, rotating my hips in circles on you as you look into my eyes.
Slow and sensual, you fuck me. Pulling me close to you, you hold me tight and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I sigh happily into your neck, nuzzling and nibbling as we rock together.
Minutes go by, and the tempo increases, my pelvis slamming down on you, our bodies torn apart by our movements, and I feel the pressure building inside my core. Your mouth is ravaging my neck, my chest, finding your way to my breast and suckling greedily at me, licking and biting as your push yourself up into me over and over.
As you piston harder and harder into me, I begin to clench down on you, and your eyes fly open.
Removing your lips from me you pull back and your gaze pierces me to my core. Hunger is churning inside you, as you lift up, pulling me off of you and setting me on my feet before you.
“Remove your panties and hand them to me,” you say in a soft yet firm voice.
All the power and raw need behind the deceptive calm of your exterior makes me shiver as I lean down to comply, stepping out of my sodden white panties and lifting them to your waiting hands.
You take the panties and hold them as yo turn me around, pressing your cock to my ass cheeks and grinding into me. One hand on my hip, pulling me close to you, the other holding panties against my chest as you breathe out into my ear.
Biting at my earlobe, you drive yourself forward, pressing roughly against me, rubbing your need into my cheeks. Your arm at my chest grasps me around the panties, then lifts away, coming up to my face, pressing my panties against my mouth and nose. I can smell my tang mixed with your musk on the soft knit.
“Open your mouth.” A command.
I do, and you press my panties in, dampness against my tongue, stuffing my cheeks, leaving some white fabric hanging out, dribbling down my chin.
Your hand returns to my breast, to play with a nipple, pinching it and squeezing it as you moan into my ear.
Your hand on my hip shifts and I feel your pelvis pulling back. Grasping your cock, you guide it between my thighs and into me, pressing forward in one sharp motion, sinking yourself in.
I feel your fingers winding into my hair, as you pull me down, sinking both of us to our knees. Pressing me forward, you slam into me from behind, pressing your full length into my deepest recesses over and over, claiming me with your body, taking my need for you and turning it inside out and upside down.
Your hand in my hair pulls back as you fuck me, lifting my head high as I scream out in raw pleasure, the panties falling from my mouth. My throat is hoarse from your thorough face fucking, and I sound like an animal.
I am an animal, I realize. Your animal. Your bitch. Your bitch in heat.
For you. Yours.
Your relentless fucking, your hand pulling my hair painfully, your hand on my breast... it's so hard to hold back, to await your command. You are talking to me, telling me how you love to fuck my cunt, how I please you, how you want me to beg you to allow me to cum for you.
“Please, please let me cum for you,” I beg.
Your only response is “More.”
“Please let me cum for you, cum on you. I want to cum all over your hard cock, I want to coat you with my juices. I want to show you how you have claimed me, how I am yours, how I cum for you and only you.” The words are tumbling out of my lips now, barely making sense and I plead with you to let me cum.
Talking to me again, as I entreat you, as I pray to you that you take this from me, the gift of my orgasm, you tell me how you'll let me cum soon, just a little longer, let's cum together, I'm a good girl, you adore me, and you want me to cum just not yet...
Finally, “Cum for me baby,” You force out through your own groans as you fill me with your own hot seed. Our juices mingling inside as you jerk over and over into me. My cunt spasms on you, gripping you, draining you dry. The rush of feelings rushing through me satisfy the craving I've felt, filling the deep hole of shame created by your disappointment.
Slipping out of me, you pull me back up to my knees, then up onto the couch to hold me your arms. Holding me tenderly, you kiss me, softly, deeply, lovingly.
Pulling back for a moment, I look into your eyes and whisper, “I love you.”
Joy lights up your face, and you reply, “I know. I knew today when I commanded you to tell me. I knew when you refused.”
I smile.
“I would not have punished you, you know,” you say. “I want you to know that was your choice.”
“I know. I needed it,” I reply. “Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,”
Actions
1. Fingering of the female sexual organ
2. Cock worship (speaking to it)
3. Spanking (bare-handed)
4. Gagging/slobbering
5. Rimming of the ass (male or female or both)
6. Teasing of the body
7. Light bondage (panties in mouth, ect)
8. Crawling on all fours
9. Hair pulling
10. Doggy style sex
11. Girl on top sex
12. Orgasm begging
13. Cumming on the face/cum eating
14. Sensual kissing
Words to describe the feel
1. Domination
2. Needing
3. Slight Humiliation
4. Raw
5. Loving and caring
Words to work into the story
1. Cock
2. Cunt
3. Lick
4. Pant
5. Slut
6. Bitch
7. Yelp
8. Ass
9. Cock whore
10. Bite
11. Tweak
12. Slap
13. Tormented
14. Captivated
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My First Transgression
You are sitting on the couch surfing the web on your laptop. I am kneeling across the room, tormented, in only a pair of white cotton panties waiting for that moment of time when I know I am ready to submit myself utterly to you for atonement.
I have been a bad girl and disappointed you today. Just thinking it, I feel the tears well up, and I blink to keep them in, fighting my humiliation. I knew I was being willful, and I still did it. A minor transgression in the scheme of things, but oh so large because I knew just what I was doing.
I still do. I watch you doing what you need to do as I wait until my feelings of rebellion drain from me completely. I struggle with myself to just let it go, let it flow from me and become a vessel for what you choose to pour into me this evening.
In all our time together, I have been so good. You have commented on how proud I make you, so strong, so smart, and so good. You laugh that none of my friends would ever guess that I was your willing cock whore at home, and you kiss me with passion.
Damn it, those tears again. Blinking them back, I try to lose myself into the peace of submission, and I feel myself sliding, yet I stop just before I reach that place. “Why now?” I wonder.
I know why, but I push it away. I used to think submitting was the scariest thing I would ever do, I know better now. There are much, much scarier things.
I shake my head slightly, trying to bring myself back to the task at hand. I need to empty myself of pride. Only you and your needs matter in this moment. Why do I struggle so?
Sitting back on my heels, hands on my thighs, I think over the time we’ve spent. How you’ve told me I’ve captivated you with my sublime willingness to please. What a gift I give you every time I kneel at your feet and kiss your knees as we surf the internet on separate laptops in the evenings. Together, so close, yet apart and independent. You even laugh at what you call the gift of my conversation, that I have so many sides of me to offer and that I offer them all to you.
Drowning myself in thoughts of you, I feel the click. I am ready. Thoughts of my own ego and pride drain away, and I know what needs to be done.
Picking up the paddle next to me, I put it into my teeth and slide down on all fours to bring it to you, moving across the room in sublime contentment, knowing that you will make things right.
Reaching your feet, I sit back on my heels and wait, head bowed. It seems cooler here, where you are. My bare skin shrinks around me in the chill, and I shiver slightly. Pushing the distraction away, I wait.
You finish what you are doing, and you calmly fold your computer and set it aside. I love that you don’t try to prolong things out of spite, that you are always fair and ready to forgive. I love what I know is coming.
I feel you looking at me, and my cheeks redden again with humiliation at the hurt I caused. I wait.
You stand and slowly undress, setting your clothing carefully aside as you always do, until you stand utterly naked and powerful before me. Reaching down, you lift my chin with your hand, until I look you in the eyes. I lower my lashes, but you give my head that soft shake that you give, and I gaze at you again. You search my face for something, and in a moment you find it. You nod softly to yourself, and you reach to take the paddle from my mouth.
Looking over the leather tool, idly fingering the word “slut” cut into the leather, you look thoughtful.
“Good choice.” Your praise makes me flush in pleasure.
You set it aside on the couch, and look at me again. I have not yet earned my atonement. I know what I need to do. Sitting forward, I nuzzle my face into your crotch, breathing the scent of you in. Taking your hard cock into my hands, I kiss it lightly.
I love your cock. So smooth, so warm in my hands. Kissing it again, I gently touch it all over, as it thickens further in my grasp.
“Mmmm. I am going to kiss you all over,” I say to your cock. I know I am not to speak to you, but we have long since established that cock worship is not only acceptable, but encouraged.
“I love how strong you are, how you feel in my hands, between my lips. I want to feel you inside me. I want to give you pleasure. I crave the taste of you.” I say these words between kisses up and down your length.
Pausing in my compliments for a moment to pull your head into my mouth, I let out a small groan.
I always love pleasuring your cock, there is just something about feeling my need for you match yours for me in that instant that your smooth head slides between my lips and finds its way to my tongue. Humming for just a moment as I feel you filling me, I begin to slide up and down your shaft with my lips.
Slowly and sensually, I take my time. I know you love it raw and hard, and I will get to that. I also know that you love the build, and I am here to give that to you, to give you what you want from me.
Sliding up and down your shaft, I let my tongue play over your strength while my lips caress you, leaving trails of saliva behind, slicking you up, moistening your cock as I suck.
You shift slightly, and lift one leg to place it on the edge of the couch. Taking my cue, I slide up and off of you, bringing up a hand to hold you, stroke you as I move down towards your balls, licking and sucking.
I feel you place a hand on mine, guiding me, squeezing my fingers into you.
I take one of your balls into my mouth, sucking it, licking it, swirling it around as I taste you. As I do, you end your silence, and begin speaking to me in a low voice, guiding me with your words, telling me what you love, as I tend to your needs with my mouth.
Coating your sack with my saliva, I lick carefully, not missing a single spot, until a hand on my head give me direction with a light pressure. Readjusting myself on the floor, I venture further back, licking your taint, nibbling it lightly as I feel you shiver. Sliding back further, my tongue reaches your salty pucker, and I feel you tense and relax as I glide across you.
Your hand on mine shifts, and I feel you pulling my fingers away. I place my hand back on my knee, as you continue to stroke yourself while I worship you with my mouth.
“Lick my ass, baby.” You say. “Lick it good, and I just may cum for you. You would like that, I know you would.”
Moaning in agreement, I lap at your asshole with the flat of my tongue, pushing my way into the crack, my nose nuzzling your taint. Letting my tongue press more firmly into you, I feel you push back ever so slightly as you moan.
Tightening and pointing my tongue, I press it into you, feeling your tightness give way to me, as I take your salty musk. Pressing, then pulling back, pressing forward again, I slip my wet tongue inside you, pushing as deeply as I can, feeling you surround me. Your moans rolls through your body, and you clench down on me before relaxing again.
I slowly slide my tongue in and out of you, my saliva lubricating and softening your ring, my softness just hard enough to penetrate and pleasure your sensitive hole.
A hand in my hair pulls back and away from your ass, you roughly press me back to your cock, forcing yourself deep into my mouth. I smile a bit. I know what comes next.
Placing my hands again on my knees, I close my eyes and relax as you plow into my mouth, sliding further in, until your head is slamming forcefully into the back of my throat with each thrust.
My gag reflex begins to wake up, despite my swallowing. You love it when I gag on your cock, and despite the discomfort, I have learned to enjoy it on the rare occasions you require it of me.
As you push into my mouth hard, fucking my face, I have no control over my body. Drool slides from my lips onto your shaft, dripping down onto my chest, stringing to your cock as you pull away. I find the rhythm, still gagging as you push in and out, holding yourself outside my mouth for a brief moment to let me recover before ramming into me again.
I feel your cock jerk and grow suddenly thicker as you pull out of me, aiming, as your creamy load comes rushing out of your cock. The first spurt lands in my open mouth, then you shift slightly to paint my cheeks and lips.
You pull away, your semi-hard cock still in your hand, then you step forward again and lightly slap my face with it.
One cheek, then the other, slapping your cock into your cooling cum on my cheeks. Using your cock as a makeshift spatula, you use it to smear each drop of cum towards my mouth, where my tongue can reach it to clean myself up.
Setting your foot back down on the floor, you reach down to my shoulders and encourage me to stand.
I gaze at you calmly, knowing the night is not yet over.
You reach out to tweak a nipple, and I gasp in pleasure. Suddenly, you grasp me tightly, pulling me off balance and onto your knees as you sit back on the couch. Laid across your thighs like an errant child, I know that I am about to be released from my suffering, and I smile in joy.
Placing one arm across my lower back, your other hand rubs and fondles my ass cheeks through my white panties. Palms smooth against the thin material as you massage and play for your own pleasure. A soft pinch here and there has me twitching in surprise as I patiently wait for what I know is coming.
A blow lands and I yelp, more from the shock of the first blow than from pain. You are gentle with me, warming me up, so you can truly release me from my mental bonds. Feather-soft stinging slaps cover every inch of my globes as I feel my tender skin begin to flush and heat, even under the soft cotton.
I can't help but wiggle as you spank me, needing, craving this contact from you, to force the greater pain of disappointing you from my thoughts.
As always, you seem to know when the time is right, and I feel you put more strength into your efforts, raining assault down on my ass and thighs, making me cry out in pleasure and pain and release.
As tears fall from my eyes, I sob, trying to catch my breath which is coming in ragged gasps.
Abruptly, you stop, and begin speaking in a soothing tone, telling me what a good girl I am, how you forgive me everything, that I don't need to say it. You lean over, and kiss my reddened bottom through the soft knit as I cling to your leg, nuzzling as I try to come back to you.
Kissing and breathing hot air out onto my cheeks, you continue to speak affectionately and endearingly, brining me back to myself, back to you.
Getting my breath back under control as you caress me, I jerk in response as you bite me lightly on the crease where my thigh meets my ass cheek.
You sit back up, your hand never ceasing it's stroking play, sliding across my round ass. Slowly, your hand slides between my thighs, tickling along panty line, teasing me as I whimper my need for you.
Sliding back and forth, tantalizing me as you rub closer and closer, but not quite fulfilling the promise of your touch.
I find that my legs have spread on their own, my body responding to you against without conscious thought. I lay across you, still spent in the languor of aftershock as you amuse yourself with my body.
Slowly, you drag a finger tip from my tail bone down through the crack of my ass, pressing my panties into the cleft, pausing for a moment to tickle my brown bud as I squirm and moan for you, then you continue on. Sliding down into my wetness, your finger just barely parts my lips, dipping the white cottom into my juices, and finally brushing ever-so-gently against my clit.
You pause there for a moment, keeping your pressure very light, rubbing small circles as you feel my hips jerk involuntarily against you.
Chuckling softly, you say in a low voice, “I know you like this baby. You are such a good girl for me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I reply.
A sharp slap across my ass as I cry out and tears form again.
“You know better than that,” you chide. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me. I want you filling me, claiming me, making me yours,” I gasp out.
“You are mine,” you say firmly. “That nonsense today notwithstanding. You are mine to your core, whether you know it or not. Never mind that. You have been a good girl, and I forgive you.”
As your last words trail off, you slide a finger under the elastic leg of my panties, pushing it to the side and slipping inside of me as you press your thumb against my clit. Holding yourself still inside me, you can feel my muscles clenching you, grasping at you, trying to pull you deeper. Slowly working your thumb against me as you curl and uncurl your finger inside has me writhing on your lap in no time.
I ca feel your erection straining against me in new growth, and I know that you are as excited by the play as I am.
“Now, baby, you have been a good girl, and I forgive you, but you are not allowed to cum until I tell you, no matter how badly you want to,” you say. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good.”
Partially pulling out and slipping a second finger inside me, you press against me almost roughly, your thumb making my hips churn, your fingers pulling the juices from deep inside, and your knuckles pressing into the sensitive spots just between my pussy and ass as the fabric brushes against me, adding different sensations to each move you make.
As I wiggle and sigh, you pull your fingers out and lift me to straddle your lap. Reaching down with one hand, you grab your cock and brush my pantie to the side to slide yourself in. Pulling down onto you completely, you hold me there, taking my face in your hand and kissing me passionately.
Letting your hand drop from my face to my hips, you begin to work yourself in and out of me, lifting me up and down on your cock, rotating my hips in circles on you as you look into my eyes.
Slow and sensual, you fuck me. Pulling me close to you, you hold me tight and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I sigh happily into your neck, nuzzling and nibbling as we rock together.
Minutes go by, and the tempo increases, my pelvis slamming down on you, our bodies torn apart by our movements, and I feel the pressure building inside my core. Your mouth is ravaging my neck, my chest, finding your way to my breast and suckling greedily at me, licking and biting as your push yourself up into me over and over.
As you piston harder and harder into me, I begin to clench down on you, and your eyes fly open.
Removing your lips from me you pull back and your gaze pierces me to my core. Hunger is churning inside you, as you lift up, pulling me off of you and setting me on my feet before you.
“Remove your panties and hand them to me,” you say in a soft yet firm voice.
All the power and raw need behind the deceptive calm of your exterior makes me shiver as I lean down to comply, stepping out of my sodden white panties and lifting them to your waiting hands.
You take the panties and hold them as yo turn me around, pressing your cock to my ass cheeks and grinding into me. One hand on my hip, pulling me close to you, the other holding panties against my chest as you breathe out into my ear.
Biting at my earlobe, you drive yourself forward, pressing roughly against me, rubbing your need into my cheeks. Your arm at my chest grasps me around the panties, then lifts away, coming up to my face, pressing my panties against my mouth and nose. I can smell my tang mixed with your musk on the soft knit.
“Open your mouth.” A command.
I do, and you press my panties in, dampness against my tongue, stuffing my cheeks, leaving some white fabric hanging out, dribbling down my chin.
Your hand returns to my breast, to play with a nipple, pinching it and squeezing it as you moan into my ear.
Your hand on my hip shifts and I feel your pelvis pulling back. Grasping your cock, you guide it between my thighs and into me, pressing forward in one sharp motion, sinking yourself in.
I feel your fingers winding into my hair, as you pull me down, sinking both of us to our knees. Pressing me forward, you slam into me from behind, pressing your full length into my deepest recesses over and over, claiming me with your body, taking my need for you and turning it inside out and upside down.
Your hand in my hair pulls back as you fuck me, lifting my head high as I scream out in raw pleasure, the panties falling from my mouth. My throat is hoarse from your thorough face fucking, and I sound like an animal.
I am an animal, I realize. Your animal. Your bitch. Your bitch in heat.
For you. Yours.
Your relentless fucking, your hand pulling my hair painfully, your hand on my breast... it's so hard to hold back, to await your command. You are talking to me, telling me how you love to fuck my cunt, how I please you, how you want me to beg you to allow me to cum for you.
“Please, please let me cum for you,” I beg.
Your only response is “More.”
“Please let me cum for you, cum on you. I want to cum all over your hard cock, I want to coat you with my juices. I want to show you how you have claimed me, how I am yours, how I cum for you and only you.” The words are tumbling out of my lips now, barely making sense and I plead with you to let me cum.
Talking to me again, as I entreat you, as I pray to you that you take this from me, the gift of my orgasm, you tell me how you'll let me cum soon, just a little longer, let's cum together, I'm a good girl, you adore me, and you want me to cum just not yet...
Finally, “Cum for me baby,” You force out through your own groans as you fill me with your own hot seed. Our juices mingling inside as you jerk over and over into me. My cunt spasms on you, gripping you, draining you dry. The rush of feelings rushing through me satisfy the craving I've felt, filling the deep hole of shame created by your disappointment.
Slipping out of me, you pull me back up to my knees, then up onto the couch to hold me your arms. Holding me tenderly, you kiss me, softly, deeply, lovingly.
Pulling back for a moment, I look into your eyes and whisper, “I love you.”
Joy lights up your face, and you reply, “I know. I knew today when I commanded you to tell me. I knew when you refused.”
I smile.
“I would not have punished you, you know,” you say. “I want you to know that was your choice.”
“I know. I needed it,” I reply. “Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,”
The Erotica Challenge, The Reason for This Blog
This blog is dedicated to my Erotica Challenge.
September 10th is Share Your Ideas Day, and I was looking for a special way to celebrate such a wonderful holiday concept. It wasn't until late afternoon on September 9th that I struck upon the perfect idea. In honor of this day, I am taking on a challenge. An erotic writing challenge, where you share your ideas with me, and I write them.
To get started, I asked a friend (nic Genus_Unknown) to send me his ideas in a format that I made up pretty much on the spot, to see if it was doable. Once I received them, I had some adjusting to do, and now I have a good clear set of rules to follow.
The rules:
Respond to any blog, email me, or IM me (NookieNotes at YIM) with your challenge. If you email, message or IM me, you may request that your challenge be anonymous, if you prefer.
The challenge is an erotic story. I will write it based on the following guidelines that you provide:
5-10 acts to include in the story: These will all be used, not necessarily in order. These may not include anything illegal, scat or golden showers, true blood or degradation. Pretty much anything else goes (until something come up that doesn't go, of course, LOL!)
5 words to describe the overall tone/feelings you want to get from the story: Again, nothing illegal.
5-10 words that I must use in the story: After thinking this through, I realized that some people might use this as a way to include silly words in an otherwise erotic story. I will accept one or two silly words at my discretion, but I will not write an entire erotic story about how your name is Hasbro and you inserted your tiddlywinks into my pretty pony. Ain't gonna happen.
My plan is to take each idea as it comes in, in order, and to write a new story once a week or so, posting it for everyone to see what I did with the comments.
Take a look at the submissions and the stories I write incorporating them as an example. They will give you a good idea of what we are going for.
Thanks, and I look forward to responding to your challenges!
September 10th is Share Your Ideas Day, and I was looking for a special way to celebrate such a wonderful holiday concept. It wasn't until late afternoon on September 9th that I struck upon the perfect idea. In honor of this day, I am taking on a challenge. An erotic writing challenge, where you share your ideas with me, and I write them.
To get started, I asked a friend (nic Genus_Unknown) to send me his ideas in a format that I made up pretty much on the spot, to see if it was doable. Once I received them, I had some adjusting to do, and now I have a good clear set of rules to follow.
The rules:
Respond to any blog, email me, or IM me (NookieNotes at YIM) with your challenge. If you email, message or IM me, you may request that your challenge be anonymous, if you prefer.
The challenge is an erotic story. I will write it based on the following guidelines that you provide:
5-10 acts to include in the story: These will all be used, not necessarily in order. These may not include anything illegal, scat or golden showers, true blood or degradation. Pretty much anything else goes (until something come up that doesn't go, of course, LOL!)
5 words to describe the overall tone/feelings you want to get from the story: Again, nothing illegal.
5-10 words that I must use in the story: After thinking this through, I realized that some people might use this as a way to include silly words in an otherwise erotic story. I will accept one or two silly words at my discretion, but I will not write an entire erotic story about how your name is Hasbro and you inserted your tiddlywinks into my pretty pony. Ain't gonna happen.
My plan is to take each idea as it comes in, in order, and to write a new story once a week or so, posting it for everyone to see what I did with the comments.
Take a look at the submissions and the stories I write incorporating them as an example. They will give you a good idea of what we are going for.
Thanks, and I look forward to responding to your challenges!
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