How is this hard to understand?
How is this hard to understand?
It’s just an unfortunate mixture. I think my knees should be normal again soon.
Oh, yeah, did I mention I have a wrestling fetish???
I asked for this.
A week, he said. He said he’d give me a week. A good, solid week would be enough to test my mettle, let me know what I’m really capable of.
I’d asked to be a service mouth.
The rules are simple, he explained. I nodded my head because we’d negotiated every…
Why does this need to be fictional…? God dammit. Someone just gave me a whole new fantasy to attempt to turn into reality. I need someone who wants this, but doesn’t even see it as a game, just something we both love to do…
There are special ladies among us, the kind of special lady who enjoys being used hard, the kind that puts things in her mouth she “shouldn’t,” the kind of special lady who can appreciate the sublime joys of things in her butt and welts on her ass cheeks. The trick is finding said lady.
We special ladies exist, you know, sometimes hiding in plain sight, wearing full-coverage blouses and suit jackets and ordering the side salad instead of fries at lunch. Sometimes we special ladies like to watch Project Runway while painting our toe nails.
Point is, we special ladies are out there. I promise. Now go find one.
Fuck, I just ovulated a little*.
*Which isn’t to say I don’t understand how ovulation works, because I do. I realize it’s not voluntarily controlled nor is it controlled by sexual attraction as the sight of Idris Elba won’t make me ovulate though it will make me immensely sexually excited.
Man, I suck as an Internet creeper.
I recently heard about the new Foria cannabis lube. It’s manufactured exclusively for women. Women tired of the same boring old lube without any drugs in it.
The world has always told my lady boner that weed and sexual pleasure don’t happen at the exact same time, and yet here a miracle marijuana lube rose into my life from Aphrodite, a California medical marijuana collective marketing it for medical use only. Right.
hmmmm… I can see interesting applications to this!
Just so happens I recently moved to a state where pot is available in dispensaries but we don’t yet have Foria (as it’s only in California now).
My partner and I will be first in line when it finally shows up because my pussy hasn’t been stoned in AGES.
I’m glad I saw this this morning.
Last night, I did lunges and glute bridges and started looking at was looking at my form in the mirror, judging my thighs, trying to see my muscle development, judging my skin and fat and whatever else. Hey, I’m human. It’s a thing I do.
Then I realized my ass is looking great. I mean really, really good.
Fuck no, it’s not conceited to think these things. It’s pretty awesome to know you’re working hard for stronger body.
Also, my thighs touch and my ass is huge and I fucking LOVE that.
"Dear Strong Bad. How do you type with boxing gloves on?"
This comment won The Internet.
A One that is not cold is hardly a One at all.
Last night, I got fucked so beautifully hard but I was instructed that I was not allowed to cum. He even pulled out right before I was about to and gently stroked my hair and tenderly kissed my face while I laid there, grinding my hips and so infuriated with him. Also, soaking wet. Then he put it back in and fucked me until he came, but just him.
Today, he informs me I don’t have permission to cum unless he returns to a spotless house.
Housewife fantasies? Orgasm denial? Fuck, how am I supposed to get anything done when all I want to do is hump the furniture I’m supposed to be dusting???
…is SCREAMING at me today.
(Translation: I’ve been doing a lot of squats to get a big, round, juicy ass.)
I’m wondering if I should take a break and rest up or keep lifting.
Listen, fantastic asses don’t always just happen. Sometimes they’re MADE through sweat and hard work.
Also, this is renewing my interest in forced exercise as a way to make all this misery more sexy. Who doesn’t like sexy misery???
I thought about this last night as I was drifting to sleep.
I imagined sitting in a tall chair on a platform. A throne, if you will. I am naked and surrounded by ten naked women, all of them deep in orgasm denial, each of them antsy, on edge, and wanting to cum.
I spread my legs in front of them and begin touching myself.
"There are severe consequences for cumming. None of you will cum without my permission," I tell them, gesturing to the man in the corner with a whip. He nods back in my direction and all ten girls tremble a little in fear.
"Who would like to go first?" I ask and one of the girls raises her hand shyly.
"Very good. You will kneel right here," I say, pointing to the floor directly between my legs. She does and her face is mere inches away from my pussy. I begin touching again.
"Spread your legs wider," I tell her, "You’re allowed to touch and edge but not cum. That goes for all of you."
Then I begin touching myself, rubbing softly and steadily, turned on by her poor, sad expression until I cum, bucking my hips as close to her face as I can, teasing her, even exaggerating my own pleasure for her benefit and agony.
She is touching herself as well, though often stops and pulls her hand away like a good girl, breathing deeply before her hands go back between her legs.
I crouch down beside her and run my fingers between the lips of her pussy and lick the juice from my fingers.
"You’ve been a very good girl," I tell her, cupping her jaw in my hand, "But you are still not allowed to cum. Who’s next?"
Some of the girls raise their hands. Two of them stand. Some of them are dripping with sweat, furiously touching themselves.
One girl is obviously very deeply frustrated. She touches herself for a few seconds and then angrily jerks her hand away. She stamps her heel against the floor and groans in frustration, then looks around the room and touches herself again. I bring her forward.
"Sit with your legs spread wide and put your face as close to my pussy as possible," I tell her and she obeys. I touch myself.
"Do you want to cum, girl?" I ask. She is lost, staring deeply at my pussy as I rub and please myself.
"Answer me!" I yell. She snaps to attention.
"Yes, ma’am. I want to cum so bad."
"Do you find it frustrating to watch me touch myself so freely, to watch me cum when I want, however quickly I want, when you’re not allowed?"
"Yes, ma’am," she continues, rubbing and jerking her hand away, resting. It’s a constant cycle. I can tell she’s flushed bright red. Her nipples have become hardened points. This girl could cum at any minute if I let her.
"Watch me cum again. Watch me as I please myself and cum and enjoy that sweet, sweet pleasure. Does that make you jealous?"
"Good. I’m glad."
I keep rubbing, harder and harder,until I cum again, bucking my hips as close to her face as I can without touching her, teasing her with the ultimate cruelty of showing her what she can’t have.
"Girl, would you like to lick me clean after that orgasm so I can be ready to have another one?" I ask. She nods, staring at the floor, her hands still between her legs, softly teasing herself.
She whimpers which sends shockwaves of desire to my pussy. She begins licking me, softly teasing the lips of my pussy before dragging her tongue over my clit.
"Thank you, girl. You may go now but you are not allowed to cum."
She jerks her hand away from between her legs yet again and whimpers again, this time louder and more desperate.
I love that sound.