Just saw the film A DANGEROUS METHOD directed by David Cronenberg of VIDEODROME, NAKED LUNCH, CRASH (the twisted one), and EASTERN PROMISES fame. An interesting, controversial and masterful director who here explores the early days of the psychology movement. The relationship between Sigmund Freud (Viggo Mortenson) and his protege, Carl Jung (Michael Fassbender) and their competition, analysis and mentoring of the troubled patient and future analyst Sabrina Spielrein (Keira Knightley) is explored as the birth of psychoanalysis is pulled from the tumultuous era and their groundbreaking work in this critically acclaimed film from 2011.
But hey, this is a sexuality site so you can't go very far without stumbling into a cloud of Freudian theory or Jungian dream. Then again their is Keira Knightley who is quite accomplished and daring in this role especially in her portrayal of the emotionally and physically troubled early sessions with Jung.
Then again, what may be remembered most by some are the BDSM scenes between Fassbender and Knightley. Check them out and find the film if you are a fan of historical, psychological, chatty, sexuality driven tales.
KEIRA BDSM SCENES IN A DANGEROUS METHOD
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
SMALL INSTRUCTIONS #4
Hello my little slut,
Future plans: You will meet me fresh from shower using sandalwood soap. I want every inch of you smelling of this. You will wear expendable clothes and bring along something to wear home. Sexy panties a must. Clothes that can be cut or torn off of you and taken as shredded souvenirs as I desire.
You will call me only Sir, or mister. "No" will mean "yes." I will take you as I please and I want some resistance verbally and physically but I would like to see you cower as you did in my loving room the first time. When I am with you I am in a space of surety entwined with ecstatic suffering as your pain brings me a pain drenched with love and trust. Your trust empowers me.
When you left on Sunday, I stayed up for four hours fantasizing about so many filthy things I want to put you through. I will teach you to hurt me as well. A wonderful start we had. I long to call you from California and tell you all of these filthy things while you get yourself off. I yearn to find a young man anxious for you who will be tied and blindfolded and listen to me slap and chastise you. Who will listen to me fuck your ass, slap your thighs, hear you crying.
And while you are restrained and spanked into a trance, I will slowly pinch and kiss and provoke his anxious skin, pull his hair and suck his cock as you watch us, torturing him with enticing words and thoughts of his filling you with hard, thick cock. But before he is allowed to violate you, he must first make slow deliberate love to me, following your every wish.
Finally, we will both fill you with our warm fullness and splash our excitement across you beautiful face.
In the meantime, you are mine slutty plaything and I am your dastardly puppet.
Future plans: You will meet me fresh from shower using sandalwood soap. I want every inch of you smelling of this. You will wear expendable clothes and bring along something to wear home. Sexy panties a must. Clothes that can be cut or torn off of you and taken as shredded souvenirs as I desire.
You will call me only Sir, or mister. "No" will mean "yes." I will take you as I please and I want some resistance verbally and physically but I would like to see you cower as you did in my loving room the first time. When I am with you I am in a space of surety entwined with ecstatic suffering as your pain brings me a pain drenched with love and trust. Your trust empowers me.
When you left on Sunday, I stayed up for four hours fantasizing about so many filthy things I want to put you through. I will teach you to hurt me as well. A wonderful start we had. I long to call you from California and tell you all of these filthy things while you get yourself off. I yearn to find a young man anxious for you who will be tied and blindfolded and listen to me slap and chastise you. Who will listen to me fuck your ass, slap your thighs, hear you crying.
And while you are restrained and spanked into a trance, I will slowly pinch and kiss and provoke his anxious skin, pull his hair and suck his cock as you watch us, torturing him with enticing words and thoughts of his filling you with hard, thick cock. But before he is allowed to violate you, he must first make slow deliberate love to me, following your every wish.
Finally, we will both fill you with our warm fullness and splash our excitement across you beautiful face.
In the meantime, you are mine slutty plaything and I am your dastardly puppet.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
DREAM #33470
I’m sitting in a favorite restaurant in Philadelphia waiting for Teena. She is late to work and the staff is worried about her. Suddenly I get a text mail from her. It says, “I have been tied to a tree in the park close by. You only have an hour to find me then they take me away back to Singapore. Help.”
I run out the door without paying for my food. Shannon follows and says, “Are you going to a movie? Can I go?”
“You’re boyfriend will be mad,” I say.
She says, “Teena has a boyfriend too, you know.”
“I know, she finally told me. I have an hour to find her,” and I run off across the street. I am worried because the park is big and there are so many trees. I ask people if they’ve seen a beautiful girl tied to a tree and they just laugh at me. I keep looking at my bracelet to tell time, like a sundial since I have no watch. I worry that I’m in the wrong park. A guy is playing bagpipes and it sounds horrible but I notice he is playing a song by Dave Matthews.
It is starting to rain lightly and I worry that time is going quickly. I think, “I barely got to know her now she will be in Indonesia.” I am very sad but running from tree to tree looking for her. I ask a park ranger who is wearing a tie-dye shirt and top hat and big, clown shoes if he has seen her. He says, “Maybe she’s in line to see the Liberty Bell.”
I scream, “No, you idiot, she’s tied to a tree.”
Suddenly, I hear a little kid say to his mom while the pass by, “Why is she naked, mom?” and I know he’s talking about Teena so I run in the direction they came from. I see yellow ropes in a BIG bowknot like a huge shoestring on a giant tree and when I run around to the other side, there she is. She is naked and I stop for a moment and just stare at her. I’ve never seen anything this sexy in my life. I walk up to her slowly and she has tears coming down her face but is smiling her incredible smile. “I knew you would find me Renaissance man. I knew it.”
“I need a knife to cut these ropes.” I look around but there is nothing and no one around. I look at my watch and there is only fifteen minutes left.
“Wait,” she says. “Now you can kiss me.”
“We don’t have much time,” I am looking under a bush for something sharp to cut the rope.
“But if they take me and we never kiss I will forever regret it,” she says softly.
I walk to the tree and put my hands on her hips. Her skin is so very soft. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, feeling her sweet-smelling, silky hair against my lips for the first time. “I have waited so long for this…I am so nervous.”
“Kiss me,” she sighs softly and I look in to her eyes and my heart just races. I slowly find my lips moving toward her open mouth and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A press my wet lips slowly against hers and she tastes so sweet, deliciously soft, and she leans into me against the ropes as I press my body to hers and suddenly I notice the ropes have fallen to the ground and her arms are over my shoulders as I wrap mine around her.
We are not in the park any more and I am carrying her in my arms up the stairs at her restaurant. She is wrapped in one of my big, soft shirts. There is a hidden room behind a curtain that I somehow know about and I walk through there.
I sit her down in a big bathtub full of warm water and silky bath oils that smell of springtime flowers. Only candles light the room and I feel someone sitting in a dark corner watching us. I slowly wash Teena’s face and arms, back and chest in the candlelight, watching the water slide down her body and shoulders, hearing her breathing quietly as if she is very content. I lean in and softly kiss her neck. She stands and I sponge bubbly warm water all over her. She balances with her hand on my shoulder. “My turn,” she says and I climb into the tub with all of my clothes on and she cracks up. So does Shannon whose laugh I recognize from her seat in the dark corner watching us. Teena begins to unbutton my now soaked shirt and over her shoulder I see Shannon stand and slowly walk towards us and then I wake up!!!”
I run out the door without paying for my food. Shannon follows and says, “Are you going to a movie? Can I go?”
“You’re boyfriend will be mad,” I say.
She says, “Teena has a boyfriend too, you know.”
“I know, she finally told me. I have an hour to find her,” and I run off across the street. I am worried because the park is big and there are so many trees. I ask people if they’ve seen a beautiful girl tied to a tree and they just laugh at me. I keep looking at my bracelet to tell time, like a sundial since I have no watch. I worry that I’m in the wrong park. A guy is playing bagpipes and it sounds horrible but I notice he is playing a song by Dave Matthews.
It is starting to rain lightly and I worry that time is going quickly. I think, “I barely got to know her now she will be in Indonesia.” I am very sad but running from tree to tree looking for her. I ask a park ranger who is wearing a tie-dye shirt and top hat and big, clown shoes if he has seen her. He says, “Maybe she’s in line to see the Liberty Bell.”
I scream, “No, you idiot, she’s tied to a tree.”
Suddenly, I hear a little kid say to his mom while the pass by, “Why is she naked, mom?” and I know he’s talking about Teena so I run in the direction they came from. I see yellow ropes in a BIG bowknot like a huge shoestring on a giant tree and when I run around to the other side, there she is. She is naked and I stop for a moment and just stare at her. I’ve never seen anything this sexy in my life. I walk up to her slowly and she has tears coming down her face but is smiling her incredible smile. “I knew you would find me Renaissance man. I knew it.”
“I need a knife to cut these ropes.” I look around but there is nothing and no one around. I look at my watch and there is only fifteen minutes left.
“Wait,” she says. “Now you can kiss me.”
“We don’t have much time,” I am looking under a bush for something sharp to cut the rope.
“But if they take me and we never kiss I will forever regret it,” she says softly.
I walk to the tree and put my hands on her hips. Her skin is so very soft. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, feeling her sweet-smelling, silky hair against my lips for the first time. “I have waited so long for this…I am so nervous.”
“Kiss me,” she sighs softly and I look in to her eyes and my heart just races. I slowly find my lips moving toward her open mouth and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A press my wet lips slowly against hers and she tastes so sweet, deliciously soft, and she leans into me against the ropes as I press my body to hers and suddenly I notice the ropes have fallen to the ground and her arms are over my shoulders as I wrap mine around her.
We are not in the park any more and I am carrying her in my arms up the stairs at her restaurant. She is wrapped in one of my big, soft shirts. There is a hidden room behind a curtain that I somehow know about and I walk through there.
I sit her down in a big bathtub full of warm water and silky bath oils that smell of springtime flowers. Only candles light the room and I feel someone sitting in a dark corner watching us. I slowly wash Teena’s face and arms, back and chest in the candlelight, watching the water slide down her body and shoulders, hearing her breathing quietly as if she is very content. I lean in and softly kiss her neck. She stands and I sponge bubbly warm water all over her. She balances with her hand on my shoulder. “My turn,” she says and I climb into the tub with all of my clothes on and she cracks up. So does Shannon whose laugh I recognize from her seat in the dark corner watching us. Teena begins to unbutton my now soaked shirt and over her shoulder I see Shannon stand and slowly walk towards us and then I wake up!!!”
Thursday, June 19, 2008
POST-DIVORCE DEBAUCHERY
I was inspired by a member on AdultFriendFinder with her post called "what a year!" to note my new, sexy and fun accomplishments of the past four years since my divorce. Hopefully, this we be a constantly evolving list.
* Became a fully confident, sexually satisfied human being and most importantly learned to not define myself by who I was with and whether or not I was in a relationship. Finally, figured out that it was ME who made ME happy not someone else’s responsibility.
* Found that being polyamorous is not just an excuse to fool around, but also a chance to love and share and respect your partner(s) deeply. That polyamory has nothing to do with being promiscuous or with lack of commitment, love or devotion. In fact, it's all about deep commitment to honesty, sharing, openness and the happiness of your partner.
* Learned how to lose a great deal of my inhibitions
* Realized that yes, I am kinkier than most but still blown away by some of you all out there i.e. there’s always room for new insights ☺
* Became multi-orgasmic. Learned how to injaculate and men, it is worth the effort…way worth the effort.
* Became fully comfortable with my bi-tendencies and fantasies and anxious to find the right man to make them a reality. (I'm way picky, boys so be patient)
* Learned that my previous idea of what was sexually attractive was not only limiting but completely off-base…you are ALL gorgeous.
* Learned to have a lot more self-confidence in bed and in life.
* Started a sex blog that has become incredibly fun after years of secret journaling.
* Discovered that I love ass play and light bondage and discipline and role-playing even more than I ever thought.
* Re-entered a feverish and loving sexual relationship with an ex-lover from 27 years ago (who has been in a long, sexless marriage she is currently freeing herself from) and it’s SO much more passionate and sensual and intense than ever before. She is extremely responsive and open to many of my new sexual explorations and is as romantic and loving as anyone I have ever met. I adore every minute with her.
* Had phone sex for the first time and with my various lovers that shook the rooftops and allowed my verbal tendencies a new outlet.
* Had transcendent sex that totally changed my life spiritually and sexually after working through the initial confusion and misplaced emotional roller coaster that it began.
* Began a sexual tryst, a sort of more well-defined and heady “fuck buddy” regular scene with an “exploratory partner” that opened so many doors and realized so many fantasies and in spite of our early “rules” found us both just falling wonderfully for each other in an incredibly open, giving, sharing and non-clinging way that still reveals a wonderful depth of emotion and trust between us whether or not we are currently trysting.
* Had an orgy with two male old friends and two beautiful working girls that was just a blast.
* Had sexual relations with women 2, 13, 15, 25 and 28 years my junior.
* Admitted my bi-curiousness to a large handful of good friends and got nothing but positive reactions.
What
* Had sex with 2 different women in a 48 hour period.
* Had a woman lick my asshole. Amazing.
* Got fucked in the ass with fingers and toys by two different women. Wow.
* Fucked two different women in the ass a few times. Incredible.
* Stared into the eyes of a woman while she licked pussy for the first time of a woman who had never been with another woman.
* Got experience dominating and being submissive to a woman (with two different women together and three separately on a few occasions) using, whips, restraints, flogging, cuffs, tied one to a saddle, nipple clamps, dirty language, blindfolds, satin, food, candle wax, oils, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, feathers, silk dust and more…needless to say I am a full switch...
* Had my first threesome with two women: one who had minimal experience in group situations and the other who had zero experience with groups and zero experiences with women. I am officially and completely hooked.
* Had my cock sucked on at the same time by two women.
* Being tied and spanked and dominated by two women who took turns showing each other new tricks. Yum.
Where
(Most not actual firsts but fun none-the-less)
* Had sex in my shower in my new apartment (first time there)
* Had sex in my bed there also (first time there)
* Had sex in the hallway in my West Coast home (first time there)
* Have now had sex in every room of my West Coast home except for the basement
* Had sex in a hot tub for the first time
* Got a hand job in the car on Pacific Coast Highway
* Got a blow job in a strip joint (first time ever)
* Got a hand job on a train between NY and Philly (first time ever)
* Had sex in numerous hotel rooms
* Got a hand job in the open on a couch in a dark restaurant (first time)
* Pulled out my cock and rubbed up against my girlfriend in a phone booth in a restaurant (first time ever)
* Got passionate in numerous elevators (no sex yet but give us time)
* Accidentally ripped the headboard off the wall in a swanky Santa Monica hotel during my first new sex with my former/and newly rediscovered lover.
How Many
* my first and second threesomes (two different groups of girls – both FMF)
* my first bi-phone sex three-way. Me and a M friend on one end hovering over the speaker phone with my EXP on the other end of the line.
* More sexual partners in one year than in any previous year
* More different dating partners than I have ever had in a two-year period (actual sexual and non-sexual dates not including strip clubs…)
And this all before signing on to AdultFriendFinder...hmmm
* Became a fully confident, sexually satisfied human being and most importantly learned to not define myself by who I was with and whether or not I was in a relationship. Finally, figured out that it was ME who made ME happy not someone else’s responsibility.
* Found that being polyamorous is not just an excuse to fool around, but also a chance to love and share and respect your partner(s) deeply. That polyamory has nothing to do with being promiscuous or with lack of commitment, love or devotion. In fact, it's all about deep commitment to honesty, sharing, openness and the happiness of your partner.
* Learned how to lose a great deal of my inhibitions
* Realized that yes, I am kinkier than most but still blown away by some of you all out there i.e. there’s always room for new insights ☺
* Became multi-orgasmic. Learned how to injaculate and men, it is worth the effort…way worth the effort.
* Became fully comfortable with my bi-tendencies and fantasies and anxious to find the right man to make them a reality. (I'm way picky, boys so be patient)
* Learned that my previous idea of what was sexually attractive was not only limiting but completely off-base…you are ALL gorgeous.
* Learned to have a lot more self-confidence in bed and in life.
* Started a sex blog that has become incredibly fun after years of secret journaling.
* Discovered that I love ass play and light bondage and discipline and role-playing even more than I ever thought.
* Re-entered a feverish and loving sexual relationship with an ex-lover from 27 years ago (who has been in a long, sexless marriage she is currently freeing herself from) and it’s SO much more passionate and sensual and intense than ever before. She is extremely responsive and open to many of my new sexual explorations and is as romantic and loving as anyone I have ever met. I adore every minute with her.
* Had phone sex for the first time and with my various lovers that shook the rooftops and allowed my verbal tendencies a new outlet.
* Had transcendent sex that totally changed my life spiritually and sexually after working through the initial confusion and misplaced emotional roller coaster that it began.
* Began a sexual tryst, a sort of more well-defined and heady “fuck buddy” regular scene with an “exploratory partner” that opened so many doors and realized so many fantasies and in spite of our early “rules” found us both just falling wonderfully for each other in an incredibly open, giving, sharing and non-clinging way that still reveals a wonderful depth of emotion and trust between us whether or not we are currently trysting.
* Had an orgy with two male old friends and two beautiful working girls that was just a blast.
* Had sexual relations with women 2, 13, 15, 25 and 28 years my junior.
* Admitted my bi-curiousness to a large handful of good friends and got nothing but positive reactions.
What
* Had sex with 2 different women in a 48 hour period.
* Had a woman lick my asshole. Amazing.
* Got fucked in the ass with fingers and toys by two different women. Wow.
* Fucked two different women in the ass a few times. Incredible.
* Stared into the eyes of a woman while she licked pussy for the first time of a woman who had never been with another woman.
* Got experience dominating and being submissive to a woman (with two different women together and three separately on a few occasions) using, whips, restraints, flogging, cuffs, tied one to a saddle, nipple clamps, dirty language, blindfolds, satin, food, candle wax, oils, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, feathers, silk dust and more…needless to say I am a full switch...
* Had my first threesome with two women: one who had minimal experience in group situations and the other who had zero experience with groups and zero experiences with women. I am officially and completely hooked.
* Had my cock sucked on at the same time by two women.
* Being tied and spanked and dominated by two women who took turns showing each other new tricks. Yum.
Where
(Most not actual firsts but fun none-the-less)
* Had sex in my shower in my new apartment (first time there)
* Had sex in my bed there also (first time there)
* Had sex in the hallway in my West Coast home (first time there)
* Have now had sex in every room of my West Coast home except for the basement
* Had sex in a hot tub for the first time
* Got a hand job in the car on Pacific Coast Highway
* Got a blow job in a strip joint (first time ever)
* Got a hand job on a train between NY and Philly (first time ever)
* Had sex in numerous hotel rooms
* Got a hand job in the open on a couch in a dark restaurant (first time)
* Pulled out my cock and rubbed up against my girlfriend in a phone booth in a restaurant (first time ever)
* Got passionate in numerous elevators (no sex yet but give us time)
* Accidentally ripped the headboard off the wall in a swanky Santa Monica hotel during my first new sex with my former/and newly rediscovered lover.
How Many
* my first and second threesomes (two different groups of girls – both FMF)
* my first bi-phone sex three-way. Me and a M friend on one end hovering over the speaker phone with my EXP on the other end of the line.
* More sexual partners in one year than in any previous year
* More different dating partners than I have ever had in a two-year period (actual sexual and non-sexual dates not including strip clubs…)
And this all before signing on to AdultFriendFinder...hmmm
Thursday, May 1, 2008
BISEXUAL DREAMING
My dream is that the first time I see you, you give me a hug, hold me tight against you and whisper in my ear, “Tonight, you’re my bitch,” and then slap me across the face followed by a big old kiss on the lips...just wishful thinking Miss Mary.
I want you to use me anyway you want. Piss on me, slap me around a bit, fuck my yearning ass and take me to the edge and not let me come.
Then the next night, I want to take you forcefully, literally tearing off your clothes and fucking you hard until I cum all over your beautiful face. I’ll lick your face clean and then guide you by the hair into the tub, and force you to your knees and piss all over your stunning breasts.
Then if you’re quiet and behaved, I will stand you up and we will soap each other up and gently clean each other off and perhaps get dressed and go into town and sit at the bowling alley and talk of which hillbillies we’d like to seduce together or even better see if KC is working and when he least expects it we describe in detail what we just did and tell him he is next and when he looks all scared boyish and starts stammering, “Uh-okay...I get off of 6am” we tell him there will be a red power truck outside waiting for him to bring him to us and he is to not speak to the driver and to do as she says.
When he comes out of work, Felicia is standing outside her truck, “You’re late. They’re waiting...” and throws him to the ground. She hogties him with Velcro ankle and wrist straps behind his back and gags him with a pair of your damp panties she found under her bed, tossing him into the bed of the pick-up.
They drive down to your house, and she throws open the door with him over her shoulder. You are completely naked but for a black bra with your tits pulled out, a dog collar and knee high boots and you are on my lap facing the door impaled by my hardness sliding slowly up and all the way down on me. She tosses him to the floor, loosens his legs straps and jerks his pants and boxers down exposing his firm white ass.
You jump off of me and fall to your knees in front of her but she grabs your hair and pushes your face to his asshole, “Get him ready, baby...And you, bitch” pointing at me with my mouth hanging open, eyes bulging, and hard, wet dick in the air, “come here, now.”
I stand up and walk quickly to her. “I want to taste her sweet cunt on your cock,” as she bends over sucking me down her throat until she has sucked all of you off of me and then instantly has had enough, pushing me away. As she drops her camouflage jeans, Felicia takes you by the back of the head and pulls your face into her soaked quim and with the other hand shoves me in the direction of KC’s wet ass.
I push his legs together and fall down to straddle either side of his slim hips, finding my rigid wet cock slides easily up his tight ass. I lean over all of my weight on him. One hand slides up under his t-shirt, across his smooth stomach and chest pulling hard on his left nipple, my right hand slips my fingers, first into his mouth and then I grab the back of his head and push his face down into your white fur carpet. I slow and speed up my pace every third stroke and as I’m ready to come, Felicia says, “Pierce, you little slut, cum on my tits so Mary can watch.”
I leap up and just in time shoot my load all over her tits while you watch from below. She pulls you up by the hair and makes you lick all of my mess off of her and then the three of us kiss each other deeply tasting my sweet cum on your tongue.
After awhile she says, “Someone free the boy and let’s see if we can’t get him off.”
I untie his hands, pick him up by the dog collar she’d put on him and flip him over. You pull his jeans off and we see his mammoth cock. You and I both purr a bit and Felicia cracks up.
It's incredibly thick, deliciously long and extremely hard and the three of us crawl down and take turns licking up and down his beautiful shaft, pulling his balls into our mouths and flicking at his perineum and asshole teasingly, our mouths and tongues finding each other playfully as well.
In short order he shoots a monstrous load across his chest. You and Felicia fall back into each other’s arms, enfolded and rapturous. I roll a leg over his and run my fingers through his cum, lightly running a wet fingertip over his still throbbing hugeness.
He and I kiss for the longest time, slow, passionate until he starts moving against me. I roll over and turn my back to him and we spoon facing you as the two of you watch him slowly ease his thick meat deep inside me from behind his arm underneath me, the other hand wrapped around me, alternating between slow tugs on my cock and light flickering flutters on my taut nipples.
Not three feet away from you, I watch Felicia’s long fingers reach around and get you off as KC slowly pumps my ass. I feel him shudder and fill me with torrents of hit cum as you shiver at Felicia’s touch, staring into my eyes.
We all fall asleep there on the floor, entwined and when we wake, they are gone and you and I are face to face, naked, tied together and we can smell coffee brewing and know that one of them will be back shortly.
I want you to use me anyway you want. Piss on me, slap me around a bit, fuck my yearning ass and take me to the edge and not let me come.
Then the next night, I want to take you forcefully, literally tearing off your clothes and fucking you hard until I cum all over your beautiful face. I’ll lick your face clean and then guide you by the hair into the tub, and force you to your knees and piss all over your stunning breasts.
Then if you’re quiet and behaved, I will stand you up and we will soap each other up and gently clean each other off and perhaps get dressed and go into town and sit at the bowling alley and talk of which hillbillies we’d like to seduce together or even better see if KC is working and when he least expects it we describe in detail what we just did and tell him he is next and when he looks all scared boyish and starts stammering, “Uh-okay...I get off of 6am” we tell him there will be a red power truck outside waiting for him to bring him to us and he is to not speak to the driver and to do as she says.
When he comes out of work, Felicia is standing outside her truck, “You’re late. They’re waiting...” and throws him to the ground. She hogties him with Velcro ankle and wrist straps behind his back and gags him with a pair of your damp panties she found under her bed, tossing him into the bed of the pick-up.
They drive down to your house, and she throws open the door with him over her shoulder. You are completely naked but for a black bra with your tits pulled out, a dog collar and knee high boots and you are on my lap facing the door impaled by my hardness sliding slowly up and all the way down on me. She tosses him to the floor, loosens his legs straps and jerks his pants and boxers down exposing his firm white ass.
You jump off of me and fall to your knees in front of her but she grabs your hair and pushes your face to his asshole, “Get him ready, baby...And you, bitch” pointing at me with my mouth hanging open, eyes bulging, and hard, wet dick in the air, “come here, now.”
I stand up and walk quickly to her. “I want to taste her sweet cunt on your cock,” as she bends over sucking me down her throat until she has sucked all of you off of me and then instantly has had enough, pushing me away. As she drops her camouflage jeans, Felicia takes you by the back of the head and pulls your face into her soaked quim and with the other hand shoves me in the direction of KC’s wet ass.
I push his legs together and fall down to straddle either side of his slim hips, finding my rigid wet cock slides easily up his tight ass. I lean over all of my weight on him. One hand slides up under his t-shirt, across his smooth stomach and chest pulling hard on his left nipple, my right hand slips my fingers, first into his mouth and then I grab the back of his head and push his face down into your white fur carpet. I slow and speed up my pace every third stroke and as I’m ready to come, Felicia says, “Pierce, you little slut, cum on my tits so Mary can watch.”
I leap up and just in time shoot my load all over her tits while you watch from below. She pulls you up by the hair and makes you lick all of my mess off of her and then the three of us kiss each other deeply tasting my sweet cum on your tongue.
After awhile she says, “Someone free the boy and let’s see if we can’t get him off.”
I untie his hands, pick him up by the dog collar she’d put on him and flip him over. You pull his jeans off and we see his mammoth cock. You and I both purr a bit and Felicia cracks up.
It's incredibly thick, deliciously long and extremely hard and the three of us crawl down and take turns licking up and down his beautiful shaft, pulling his balls into our mouths and flicking at his perineum and asshole teasingly, our mouths and tongues finding each other playfully as well.
In short order he shoots a monstrous load across his chest. You and Felicia fall back into each other’s arms, enfolded and rapturous. I roll a leg over his and run my fingers through his cum, lightly running a wet fingertip over his still throbbing hugeness.
He and I kiss for the longest time, slow, passionate until he starts moving against me. I roll over and turn my back to him and we spoon facing you as the two of you watch him slowly ease his thick meat deep inside me from behind his arm underneath me, the other hand wrapped around me, alternating between slow tugs on my cock and light flickering flutters on my taut nipples.
Not three feet away from you, I watch Felicia’s long fingers reach around and get you off as KC slowly pumps my ass. I feel him shudder and fill me with torrents of hit cum as you shiver at Felicia’s touch, staring into my eyes.
We all fall asleep there on the floor, entwined and when we wake, they are gone and you and I are face to face, naked, tied together and we can smell coffee brewing and know that one of them will be back shortly.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
XXXPLORATORY SESSION #3A: RODEO GIRL (pt.1)
So in our cavalcade of sexual edification, i.e. sharing moments in our co-mingled search for new sexual self-definition and revelation, we come together for pointedly semi-specific "though" decidedly fun sexual encounters (consciously avoiding the "lab rat" syndrome where we'd feel poked and prodded for no reason other than "SCIENCE!" as Thomas Dolby would scream).
The very nature of the beast seems to be sitting refreshingly and comfortably thus far...or as comfortable as you can be when having our nether regions explored by some sexy Ponce de Leon/Amelia Earhart adventurer...
Session #3 found MY wishes, or as Mary likes to call them "demands", on tap for the evening. Things went swingingly...well, not literally, since there were no other couples or ceiling hung devices involved...
The plan was to fool a bit with the master/slave role-play (new to me, and fairly new to Mary). Being so used to sexual relations where all is based more on spontaneity of the moment and not excessive planning other than, "You around?" so much semi-choreographed scenario planning was interesting as hell…
Mary, as I am, is always one to slobber on about motives, rationale and such explanatory bemusements, so for her I add the following to the stew before continuing the ribald tale: Miss Mary, I want to travel with your thorough the burn, embrace our suffering and push you through our pain, look you in the eye as the tears fall. I want to lather my cock and your wet crotch with our mingled tears, sweat and cry for each other's ecstasy, cry for the pain, the life and the twisted calm that this sharing brings...closer to who we are as individuals, what we share as sentient beings, what we find as microcosms of all in orgasmic blissfulness. Through the pain to better understand the joy.
Saddle up, my beautiful friend...and so we did:
Instead of concentrating on cut-and-dried S-and-M wordplay, we skirted around its edges to lessen the severity for us naughty novices but tried not to be complete pantywaists.
She asked me three days before for a script. She wanted to be dominated and suggested I throw in anything I was intereste din trying. If she was hesitant about anything she'd let me know and we'd amend the script. I'm a writer and a chronic fantasizer so I figured I could rise th the occasion. For three days, I (to coin a phrase) slaved over my task at hand. Sending it off to her not knowing if I'd overstepped my boundaries or if I hadn't gone far enough. It came back to me with the reply, "All good." A few minutes before the proposed time for her to step onto my porch, Mary pulled into my driveway and as instructed, knocked three times on my door ("9:30pm, not a minute before, not a minute after") and undressed to panties and bra only there in the chilly night. I had placed a blindfold in a wooden box on the bench next to the door and she opened it and put it on as she'd been instructed. She had also found and wore her black leather and chain dog collar, at my insistence.
She was instructed to again knock on the door ("and I will answer it when I'm ready") and I took a few moments thinking of her on the porch feeling the night air on her porcelain skin. Of course, I was jumping out of my own skin dying to throw that door open but I made her wait. I was getting the hang of this.
When I finally opened the door there she stood, one leg raised slightly, a bit of a nervous posture and her shy, sweet smile peeking out from under the blindfold. Taking her hand, I led her a couple of feet into the foyer and closed the door with a bang behind her.
Mary's skin was glowing in the low light of the room, her ample bosom round and held firmly by her black lace brassiere. I have been enamored of the handful of dark moles on her chest since I first noticed them on our second date as I tried to peek glances at her cleavage, which she had hidden well on our initial G rated dinner date. I welcomed her, circling, taking her in. Her straw-colored hair poked out from underneath the blindfold and hid her face. She continued to try to keep from smiling and answered quietly or with the small shake of her head when I asked her question. "Do you find this funny?" she shook her head side to side but the corners of her mouth told me she was enjoying every moment.
Sticking my finger under the front of her collar, I slowly raised her head and lightly kissed her lips. Perhaps a wimpy move in such a scenario but I wanted to instill at least a modicum of trust as well as confusion in the first few minutes. She let out a long breath when I was through and jumped when I slapped hard on her robust and waiting ass. I walked behind her and pulled first left and then right wrists behind her back quickly slipping on my uncle's old police handcuffs, the key hanging from a cord around my neck. Her hands glanced my hard cock as it pushed anxiously against my silk short pants. I'd opted for comfortable wear since she wouldn't be seeing much of me until later in the evening.
In my written instructions I'd stated the evening's basic premise and possible activities, saving specific details for her imagination to fill in. Part of it read, "At the top of the steps, I will ask you one question, 'Right,' or 'Left'. If you choose 'left', some of the possibilities may include: you being tied to the headboard, pain play (possible leather flogging, nipple work, temperature variation, etc.), mutual simultaneous penetration with a new toy (mmmm), etc.
Choosing “Right” may find you experience being bent over a special piece of “leather furniture” that I think you may enjoy; possible spanking, flogging, anal play etc.
Neither left or right has exclusivity nor dedication to any of these activities so be ready for anything within limits. Either choice will involve some pain play, toys of some sort, some role-playing and perhaps safe sex fucking. She'd approved the menu.
After walking around her and squeezing her breasts hard for a moment I slipped my finger under her collar, or was it around the cuffs on her wrist...it's a bit blurry now as of this writing...and guided her carefully up the carpeted steps to the landing. I turned her around a couple of times and asked, "So you must decide...left or right?" She replied quickly and coyly, "Maybe right, or...perhaps, left."
"Don't play games with me. Since you seem unable to decide you will wait here until you make up your mind," and I turned her around and bent her over the thick, log rail her head hanging out over the living room below. I stepped up behind her and pressed my cock into her cuffed hands and slipped my hands around to first cup her breasts and the slide up to her neck. She squeezed my hard rod briefly and tightly. I whispered into her ear, "Do not move, I don't want you falling down the stairs."
I backed away and left her to consider the expanse below her for a moment...from under her blindfold...
...to be continued
The very nature of the beast seems to be sitting refreshingly and comfortably thus far...or as comfortable as you can be when having our nether regions explored by some sexy Ponce de Leon/Amelia Earhart adventurer...
Session #3 found MY wishes, or as Mary likes to call them "demands", on tap for the evening. Things went swingingly...well, not literally, since there were no other couples or ceiling hung devices involved...
The plan was to fool a bit with the master/slave role-play (new to me, and fairly new to Mary). Being so used to sexual relations where all is based more on spontaneity of the moment and not excessive planning other than, "You around?" so much semi-choreographed scenario planning was interesting as hell…
Mary, as I am, is always one to slobber on about motives, rationale and such explanatory bemusements, so for her I add the following to the stew before continuing the ribald tale: Miss Mary, I want to travel with your thorough the burn, embrace our suffering and push you through our pain, look you in the eye as the tears fall. I want to lather my cock and your wet crotch with our mingled tears, sweat and cry for each other's ecstasy, cry for the pain, the life and the twisted calm that this sharing brings...closer to who we are as individuals, what we share as sentient beings, what we find as microcosms of all in orgasmic blissfulness. Through the pain to better understand the joy.
Saddle up, my beautiful friend...and so we did:
Instead of concentrating on cut-and-dried S-and-M wordplay, we skirted around its edges to lessen the severity for us naughty novices but tried not to be complete pantywaists.
She asked me three days before for a script. She wanted to be dominated and suggested I throw in anything I was intereste din trying. If she was hesitant about anything she'd let me know and we'd amend the script. I'm a writer and a chronic fantasizer so I figured I could rise th the occasion. For three days, I (to coin a phrase) slaved over my task at hand. Sending it off to her not knowing if I'd overstepped my boundaries or if I hadn't gone far enough. It came back to me with the reply, "All good." A few minutes before the proposed time for her to step onto my porch, Mary pulled into my driveway and as instructed, knocked three times on my door ("9:30pm, not a minute before, not a minute after") and undressed to panties and bra only there in the chilly night. I had placed a blindfold in a wooden box on the bench next to the door and she opened it and put it on as she'd been instructed. She had also found and wore her black leather and chain dog collar, at my insistence.
She was instructed to again knock on the door ("and I will answer it when I'm ready") and I took a few moments thinking of her on the porch feeling the night air on her porcelain skin. Of course, I was jumping out of my own skin dying to throw that door open but I made her wait. I was getting the hang of this.
When I finally opened the door there she stood, one leg raised slightly, a bit of a nervous posture and her shy, sweet smile peeking out from under the blindfold. Taking her hand, I led her a couple of feet into the foyer and closed the door with a bang behind her.
Mary's skin was glowing in the low light of the room, her ample bosom round and held firmly by her black lace brassiere. I have been enamored of the handful of dark moles on her chest since I first noticed them on our second date as I tried to peek glances at her cleavage, which she had hidden well on our initial G rated dinner date. I welcomed her, circling, taking her in. Her straw-colored hair poked out from underneath the blindfold and hid her face. She continued to try to keep from smiling and answered quietly or with the small shake of her head when I asked her question. "Do you find this funny?" she shook her head side to side but the corners of her mouth told me she was enjoying every moment.
Sticking my finger under the front of her collar, I slowly raised her head and lightly kissed her lips. Perhaps a wimpy move in such a scenario but I wanted to instill at least a modicum of trust as well as confusion in the first few minutes. She let out a long breath when I was through and jumped when I slapped hard on her robust and waiting ass. I walked behind her and pulled first left and then right wrists behind her back quickly slipping on my uncle's old police handcuffs, the key hanging from a cord around my neck. Her hands glanced my hard cock as it pushed anxiously against my silk short pants. I'd opted for comfortable wear since she wouldn't be seeing much of me until later in the evening.
In my written instructions I'd stated the evening's basic premise and possible activities, saving specific details for her imagination to fill in. Part of it read, "At the top of the steps, I will ask you one question, 'Right,' or 'Left'. If you choose 'left', some of the possibilities may include: you being tied to the headboard, pain play (possible leather flogging, nipple work, temperature variation, etc.), mutual simultaneous penetration with a new toy (mmmm), etc.
Choosing “Right” may find you experience being bent over a special piece of “leather furniture” that I think you may enjoy; possible spanking, flogging, anal play etc.
Neither left or right has exclusivity nor dedication to any of these activities so be ready for anything within limits. Either choice will involve some pain play, toys of some sort, some role-playing and perhaps safe sex fucking. She'd approved the menu.
After walking around her and squeezing her breasts hard for a moment I slipped my finger under her collar, or was it around the cuffs on her wrist...it's a bit blurry now as of this writing...and guided her carefully up the carpeted steps to the landing. I turned her around a couple of times and asked, "So you must decide...left or right?" She replied quickly and coyly, "Maybe right, or...perhaps, left."
"Don't play games with me. Since you seem unable to decide you will wait here until you make up your mind," and I turned her around and bent her over the thick, log rail her head hanging out over the living room below. I stepped up behind her and pressed my cock into her cuffed hands and slipped my hands around to first cup her breasts and the slide up to her neck. She squeezed my hard rod briefly and tightly. I whispered into her ear, "Do not move, I don't want you falling down the stairs."
I backed away and left her to consider the expanse below her for a moment...from under her blindfold...
...to be continued
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