confession

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religious erotica

***WARNING! The following piece will most likely offend you if you are the “religious type”. I strongly suggest not reading this if you are. You have been warned.***

Jonathan lay nestled against Priscilla’s nude body, both of them still covered in dampness from their previous union. His head pillowed by her ample breast, Jonathan watches the rise and fall of her nipple with each breath. His fingers absent-mindedly twirl in the soft nestle of curls between her thighs. His eyes begin to feel heavy and he begins to drift off.

“Have you confessed?” Priscilla breaks the silence and Jonathan’s eyes pop back open. A long, silent pause forms between them. “Well?” Her impatience growing in her voice. “Have you confessed?”

Jonathan’s fingers stop their movements. He clears his throat and moves his head away from her breast so that he can look Priscilla in the eyes. His erection begins to harden against her leg. “Yes, yes I did confess.”

Priscilla’s face breaks out in a deviant smile. “Tell me, Jonathan. Tell me about your religious sins. Confess to me of your confession.” She chuckles under her breath like a seductive temptress.

Jonathan begins to speak but is interrupted by Priscilla. “No, no my dear young man.” She strokes his stubbled face. “This is not how you properly confess at my temple. I can feel your growing lust against my leg. Confess to me properly! Let us be joined while you tell me your confession!”

Jonathan moves between her legs. Before him, the sweet valley of his pleasure, moist from their last intercourse. His erection throbs as he watches the rise and fall of her body. He runs the head of his cock along her moistened slit and Priscilla moans softly. Steadying his cock with one hand, the other squeezing her inner thigh, Jonathan slowly pushes himself past her folds and into her body. He groans as his erection sinks deep inside her, to the very base of his shaft. He shutters as he grips both her thighs with his hands.

“Good boy,” she coos. “Now, tell me Jonathan. Tell me what you have confessed just hours ago, before your seed found purchase in my womb the first time.”

Jonathan grabs Priscilla’s ankles and places them on his shoulders, his hands move to her thighs and secures them against his body. He begins thrusting into her, hard, forcing the air out of her lungs. “I went to confession this morning.” His words are broken by each thrust into Priscilla.

“Because today is the Lord’s day?” She asks.

“Yes,” he thrusts. “Today is the Lord’s day.”

“Do you think the Lord would approve of our union?”

“No,” he pants. “No he would not approve of our union.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a whore.”

Priscilla laughs at him. A wicked, devious laugh. She feels his erection, hot within her. His confession penetrating her insides. “Tell me more,” she moans.

Jonathan fucks her even harder, his pace slightly faster. “Bless me father for I have sinned.”

“Tell me, Jonathan.”

“I fornicate with a woman I am not wed to. I do unspeakable things with her. I lust for her every waking moment. I crave the feel of her lips wrapped around my erection, both the ones on her face and the ones between her thighs. I like to fuck her, while she is on all fours like an animal. Like the animals we are.”

Sweat breaks out all over Jonathan’s body as he fucks Priscilla, confessing everything to her. She smiles and moans with each thrust of his confession. Her body is electrified by his words. “More Jonathan, more!”

“I do not wish to marry her. I only wish to fuck her. I only wish to use her for pleasure. I lie at night when I am alone and I pleasure myself. I pleasure myself and let the seed spill out of me, wasted. All the while dreaming of her. All the while thinking inappropriate thoughts of my whore.”

Priscilla laughs at him. “Did God forgive you?”

“Yes,” Jonathan is on the edge as he continues to fuck her. “I have been washed of my previous sins.”

“And yet, here you are again,” Priscilla purrs. “Creating all new sins.”

Jonathan, in an explosion of desire, thrusts deeper and harder, clenching her flesh within his hands. “God will always forgive me.” He’s on the very edge now. Priscilla can sense his impending release.

“I have heard,” she teases. “That it is better to spill your seed within the womb of a whore, than to spill it wasted onto the floor.”

“Yes,” Jonathan can barely get the word out.

“Give it to me!” She commands him. “Release yourself of your religious sin and let me have all of your confession.”

Jonathan growls as he thrusts one final time into Priscilla. Her eyes flutter as she feels the throb of his cock and the clenching of his balls. His seed spills within her, bathing her insides with his confession. Jonathan releases his grip on her legs and she slowly lowers them back to the bed. His erection, growing soft, slowly slips out of her body and she feels his confession spilling from her folds.

“Now,” she smiles. “Be a good boy Jonathan, and clean up the mess you’ve made. We don’t want to waste your confession. Bury your face between my thighs so that you may bring me to my ultimate pleasure and I shall bathe you with your own sinful confession.”

Jonathan moves without hesitation and as he tastes his sex mixed with hers, he knows exactly where he’ll be next Sunday.

© Secret Desire

Master’s cock whore

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dominance, erotica, face fuck, oral, submission

I had been salivating for weeks now. Suddenly, there he is, right in front of me and there it is, staring me right in the face. I breathe deeply as I watch the pulse beating in his cock. Like the second hand on a watch, I observe the “tick tick tick” of his pulse bobbing his cock in front of my face. I gulp loudly, preventing a stream of saliva from escaping the corner of my mouth.

“Are you my cock whore today, Mina?” Master asks. I nod in agreement. I dare not speak, for I know my words will be slurred by my saliva. “OPEN!”

My mouth flies open and Master plunges two fingers into it, hitting the back of my throat. I sputter and cough and toss my head aside, expelling his fingers. I gasp for air as he grasps my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. Master feigns disappointment. “Tsk Tsk. How can you possibly take my cock into your whore mouth if you can’t even take my fingers?”

I stare blankly at Master.

“OPEN!” Again my mouth flies open. “Stick your tongue out as far as you can,” he continues to command. I stick my tongue out and feel his two fingers slide back into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I relax and breathe and take his fingers in. There is a slight tightening of my throat as I avoid the gag.

“Good girl,” Master smiles. “You are ready to be my cock whore now.”

I watch as his hand moves to his throbbing erection. Instantly, my mouth floods with saliva once more and a tiny stream runs down my tongue and a drop hits the floor beneath me. I watch hungrily as Master fists the base of his shaft and pushes his cock head past my waiting lips and into the wet hole of my mouth. He places one hand behind my head, holding me steady as he begins fucking my whore mouth. My ears ring with the sounds of Master’s voice moaning and groaning as his cock moves effortlessly in and out of my orifice. Confident with his movement and my stillness, he removes his hand from the base of his erection and places it behind my head alongside with his other. Master fucks my mouth swift and hard, my saliva washing over his cock and collecting into a small puddle on the floor below us. Profanities spill from his mouth and bounce off the walls. Though my body is still with open mouth, my mind races hungrily and my cunt floods in wetness. I long to take control and suck on Master’s cock, my way.

Master pulls away, releasing my head and grabbing hold of his erection once more. He smears his cock along my open mouth and lips, taunting me by pressing it against my nose and finally slapping my cheeks a few times.

“Would you like to suck this cock, whore?”

“Yes, Master!” I nearly scream the words.

“Then suck it, whore.” Master lets go of his cock. “Suck it and make your Master cum.”

It takes but a second for me to respond. Immediately, my right hand is wrapped around his base while my lips wrap around the head. My tongue plays with the foreskin, before my hand pulls back and exposes the swollen head beneath. My tongue circles around it several times, before I plunge him into my mouth, moaning as he slides deep inside me. With my mouth and hand working in unison, I suck Master’s cock. I pull him completely out of my mouth before plunging him back inside deep. His cock hits the back of my throat, making myself gag, thickening my saliva and lubricating my hand as it slides up and down his shaft, avoiding chaffing his sensitive skin.

Still stroking his cock with my hand, my mouth moves to his smooth balls and I lick and suck on them. One by one, I pull them into my mouth. Master holds his breath before gasping his pleasure. I can feel he is close. His balls tighten beneath my tongue. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair. Master gets a temporary case of tourettes, as all I can hear is, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Until finally I feel that first pulse contract his cock within my hand.

I jerk his cock one last time, before plunging my hand down the shaft and holding it strong against the base. My mouth pops open and my tongue sticks out ready to receive the first rain of his seed. Master groans deeply and the first jet hits my hairline. The second barely missing my eye, until finally small jets hit my mouth and begin falling down to my breasts. I smile and giggle, pleased with my own efforts. Master moans in his pleasure as his knees grow weak and his hands grip my shoulders to steady himself. I move in closer, my face nuzzling against his cock as it begins to turn limp and wrap my arms around his legs in an embrace. I do not need to look up to see that there is a smile on his face.

“My cock whore. My good little girl.”

© Secret Desire

at peace

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dominance, submission

Peace.

Serenity.

Tranquility.

Companionship.

It’s just he and I. Two connected souls sharing the same space. There’s no sense of urgency. The minutes will pass into hours. The world melts away for me. All I know is him.

At his feet, I sit. My body rests against his leg. No words pass between us. The only sounds in my ears are his random keyboard and mouse clicks. Occasionally his throat clears and I listen to the sound of him breathing. I can hear it, gently passing through his nostrils or between tight lips. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly through his nose and I feel his hand at my hair. His fingers run though my hair and massage my scalp and I sigh quietly. My head rubs against his knee.

We need not speak. My happiness is in my loyalty. My place is at his feet. His fingers trail along the soft leather around my neck and my tag jingles as his fingertips pass over the buckle. I sigh again as I feel the slightest tug at my collar.

He is my owner. He is my Master. Tonight we sit in silence, enjoying the comfort of each others company.

Tonight we find true peace.

© Secret Desires

preparing myself for him

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submission

The task seemed simple enough… “present my gift of my submission and prepare myself for his return to our room”

It starts easy enough. I bathe myself, making sure my skin is soft and smooth and smells fresh with the lightest hint of floral. I shave my legs, making sure they are free of stubble. I work on my bikini line, making sure it is perfect, leaving a neatly trimmed nest of curls between my thighs. I know he loves pubic hair.

I dry my hair, styling it neatly and carefully apply my make up. Not too much, as I prefer a more natural look.

Now comes the tricky part. How do I present my gift of my submission for his return?

I place the collar around my neck, applying the nipple clamps to my breasts and running the chain through the collar’s D-ring. I lube my plug and slide it into my ass. I grab my wrist and ankle cuffs and put those on. The final touch is my ball gag, tightly buckled into place. I lay on the bed, head into the mattress and ass in the air and begin to clip my ankles to my wrists, but then stop. This is not right. It just doesn’t feel right.

I unclasp my ankles and wrists from each other. My gift of submission is not presented by the availability of my cunt for his usage. I’m better than that. He views me as better than that and I know he wants more than that. He treasures my mind more than my body.

I keep everything in it’s place, however, I move off of the bed and kneel before the door. This is my correct place. Adorned with the proper submissive accoutrements, I await his return. On my knees I am ready to receive him in whatever manner he sees fit. This is my gift of submission, kneeling and prepared for his return. He needs only to speak and I obey. He needs only to lead and I will follow.

I pray only he accepts my gift and offer.

something sweet

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erotica, sex

It’s one of those many spring days that Stacy regrets living in the south. A lazy Sunday morning finds her out in the front yard watering her roses. The humidity already clinging to her skin. Next door, she spots Todd diligently pruning the bushes. He’s been a delightful neighbor, helping her out when she’s needed it. He stays relatively quiet. Except for that one night last summer. Her air conditioning unit clicked off just in time for her to suddenly hear the moans of passion coming from next door. She was embarrassed to hear the screams of ecstasy from the woman next door, but became extremely aroused when she heard Todd’s groans of pleasure.  It was the only time she had heard him and she never did see the woman, as far as she knew, Todd was single and very much available and very much capable… Stacy quickly shakes off her thoughts and focuses her line of vision across the street.

Immediately her eyes squint in disgust as she watches the neighbor from 3 doors down, pulling and yanking at his dog to walk down the street. Every day it’s the same thing. He yells and threatens his dog and yanks it left and right. One of these days she’ll find the strength to tell him just how much of an idiot he is.

“God I can’t stand watching him with that dog,” Stacy startles at the masculine voice and accidentally wets her feet with the running water.

“Oh! Sorry Stacy,” Todd apologizes. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Just can’t stand that guy.”

Stacy grins and turns off the hose, “I know what you mean Todd. Makes me so mad.”

Todd and Stacy begin to chat. They talk about owning dogs, the goings on in the neighborhood and finally the weather. “It sure is a hot one today,” Todd comments. His eyes are focused on Stacy. Her skin moistened by the humidity is also tightly wrapped by the thin cotton of her dress. He follows a bead of sweat trailing down her neck, over her chest and disappearing into her cleavage. His eyes follow each button of her dress all the way down to her….

“What do you think Todd?”

“Huh?” Todd brings himself back to reality. “I’m sorry, what do I think about what?”

“About this heat silly!” Stacy jokes. “Do you think it’s been warmer than last spring?”

“Oh, most definitely!” Todd recovers. “Hey, Stacy? How would you like to come over for a glass of cold sweet tea? Just brewed it yesterday.”

“That sounds lovely,” she smiles. “Shall I bring anything over?”

“Just something sweet to nibble on.”

Stacy walks to her front door with a big smile on her face. She neatly rolls the hose up as she watches Todd put his tools away and disappears into his home. Stacy freshens herself up in the bathroom before going to into the kitchen. She had just bought a nice tin of specialty cookies and as she goes to pull them out of the cupboard, a thought crosses her mind. It had been ages since she felt the feel of a man on her body. Todd was certainly a most wonderful example of masculine flesh. Many nights since that summer night, he was the subject of a lot of her masturbatory fantasies. Today might very well be a good day to “seize the day”.

Stacy grabs a coffee cup and fills it with powdered sugar. “There, something sweet,” she whispers.

Stacy’s heart pounds in her chest as she rings the doorbell to Todd’s house. Already the sweat has moistened her skin. Her mouth goes dry as Todd answers the door, visibly fresh out of the shower, shirtless and running a towel over the back of his neck. She nearly drops the cup.

“Perfect timing,” he grins. Stacy walks into the house and he shuts the door behind her. She grips the cup hard between her two hands as if it were the very cup of life. “Stacy? What’s that? Did you forget to bring something sweet to nibble on?”

“On the contrary,” her voice is weak and she clears her throat, regaining her confidence. “I bring you powdered sugar…. and… me.” She smiles a coy smile.

Todd stands there, his mind digesting what she has said. Powdered sugar? How on Earth does one nibble on powdered sug…. and then it hits him. He drops the towel to the floor staring into Stacy’s eyes. She nods very subtly, it gives him all the consent he needs. He dips his fingers into the cup, gathering a healthy sample and dusts the sugar onto her neck. It sticks instantly and begins to dissolve. He pulls her into his body and his tongue slides along her throat. She gasps and moans deeply, his tongue feeling the vibrations. He takes another sampling from the cup and dusts her chest. The salt from her sweat mixing with the sweetness of the sugar. He licks and kisses her chest, making her moan loudly. His tongue trails down to her cleavage and he stops and stands back, looking at her dress.

Two hands clasp either side and he aggressively yanks. The buttons fly off and her dress opens revealing her breasts and hardened nipples. He takes the cup from Stacy’s hand and begins sprinkling the sugar all over her breasts before placing the cup aside. He pushes her against the front door, devouring her breasts, groaning at the feel of her nipples on his tongue. Stacy grabs a fistful of his hair, pressing his face into her body and screaming in pleasure.

Todd runs his tongue up Stacy’s sternum to her neck and finally her lips. He kisses her passionately, letting his tongue dance circles with her own. She wraps her arms around his neck and he lifts her off the ground and to the couch. He lays her down, leaving briefly to retrieve the cup of sweet delights.

“Oh Todd,” she moans. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“You can tell me later,” he slips her panties off of her and tosses them aside. She parts her legs willingly, exposing her soft, bare flesh. Todd takes the powdered sugar and begins sprinkling it along her inner thigh and just above her mound, careful not to get the sugar within her folds. He suckles and nibbles at her inner thighs and she giggles in delight. Farther up her thigh he moves and her breathing begins to quicken. He skips her soft, inviting lips and laps at her mound. Stacy rolls her hips beneath him and he moves to those delicate lips he so aches to taste. He laps at them generously. His teeth nibble gently and she moans in pleasure. Her hands move to his head, gripping him once more. She pulls him into her, drowning him with her aching cunt. His lips find her hardened bud and he begins sucking and teasing it. She gasps and jolts of electricity run through her body. His tongue circles around her clit, working it’s magic. She feels the pleasure building so quickly, it’s almost unbelievable. His tongue lapping at her cunt feels like pure heaven. He’s devouring her. Groaning and moaning at the pleasure of his meal. She rides his face, rolling her hips until she feels she is about to burst.

“Todd,” she exclaims. “Please Todd, fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

Her fingers slide down and roll over her clit as he stands back and lets his shorts drop to the floor. His cock is erect and moistened by his arousal. He strokes it, watching her as she fingers her clit. Stacy spreads her legs and braces herself on the couch, ready for him to take her. The pleasure swelling in her clit.

“Take me!,” she begs.

Todd moves quickly, guiding his cock to her slit and slowly sinks into her. She gasps at the feel of his thickness invading her tight cunt. “Fuck yes!” The words leave both their mouths together. Todd moves in and out of Stacy slowly at first, enjoying the feel of a woman around his erection once more.

“Fuck me Todd. Really fuck me!”

Todd grabs Stacy’s ankles and raises them to his shoulders. He then places both his hands on her thighs and begins ramming into her. She screams at the feel of him hitting her cervix. Her hands grip the fabric of the couch. “Yes!” she exclaims. “Oh fuck yes!”

Todd’s thighs slap against her back side with greater force. The sounds echo off the walls. The breath is being forced out of Stacy’s body with each thrust. Todd groans with each slap of his balls against her. He fucks her relentlessly until finally she wails like he has never heard a woman wail before. Muscles spasm hard, gripping his cock and the pleasure overwhelms him. He groans through gritted teeth as he feels his own orgasm take him. Spurt after spurt of his cum fills her. When the waves of pleasure subside, Todd’s legs tremble and he pulls out of Stacy, collapsing on the floor beside her. She slowly, achingly bends her knees and places her feet back comfortably on the couch. Panting, she feels his seed dripping from her cunt.

Exhausted, they smile at each other. Not sure exactly what just happened, not sure what it all means, but happy to just enjoy the moment for the time being.

“Now, about that sweet tea,” Stacy whispers. Todd leans over and kisses her gently, before getting up for the kitchen.

teaching noelle

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dominance, erotica, noelle, submission

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The bell chimes promptly at 20:00, followed by a faint, delicate knock at the door. James contains his excitement as best he can. He doesn’t need to look through the doors peephole to know who’s on the other side, but he does so any way. His eye gazes on his little lamb and he can not help but smile. Noelle bites her lower lip, fidgeting with her skirt, as she looks over her shoulder several times. She raises her hand for another try at the door and James takes in a deep breath before opening it.

“Oh James!,” Noelle exclaims while throwing herself into his body. He embraces her tightly, welcoming the surge of adoration. Tonight will be the first night he and Noelle will truly be united as Dominant and submissive. He smiles as he holds her tight against his body, his heart beating faster, and he takes a deep breath taking in the scent of her. Noelle sighs deeply, tears forming in her eyes as she realizes what she has always dreamed of is going to be made real tonight.

James pushes Noelle away from him, “Let me have a look at you.”

Noelle, beaming in happiness, turns a slow circle in front of James. He’s pleased with her already. She chose to wear an appropriately, form fitting, button up blouse, with equally  complimenting skirt and of course her mary jane shoes. Nestled below her neckline, is the little golden lamb he placed there not so long ago. Her hair is neatly pulled back from her face by a ribbon. James smiles to himself as he realizes her hair will be a mess by the time they are done.

James leads Noelle quietly down the hall to a very special room. One he had furnished recently to meet the needs of a Dominant and submissive. So many treasures lie inside, it will take them a considerable amount of time to use everything the room has to offer. He opens the door and his cock twitches. Noelle gasps quietly and her eyes widen.

“You like?” he asks her.

“Very much, Sir.”

“Undress.” His cock begins to swell.

Noelle rushes inside the room. The excitement uncontrollable now, she hurriedly fiddles with the buttons on the blouse until finally she throws it onto the floor. She unzips her skirt, while kicking her mary janes off, and lets it fall at her feet. Noelle stands in her bra and panties and hesitates for a second. This is not the first time James has seen her naked, but it is the first time she will be naked in the same room with him physically. She removes her bra, tossing it to the floor and slides her panties down to her feet, letting her toes toss them aside. She looks at James, but he does not seem pleased. Immediately, she begins to panic.

“Look at this mess you have made Noelle.” His voice is stern. “Has no one taught you how to properly pick up after yourself, lamb? Clean it up.”

Noelle looks at the disheveled piles around her and scattered shoes. She leans over, picking each article of clothing and gathering them into her arms before picking up her shoes. Looking around, she spots a small dresser. She walks over to it as James nods in approval. She folds her skirt first, placing it neatly on top, she dares not open the dresser. It is not her business to unless instructed to do so. Then her blouse gets neatly buttoned and folded and placed upon the skirt. Lastly, she places her bra and panties on top of the small pile. Her shoes go beside the dresser on the floor. Noelle stands back, waiting James’ approval.

James walks over and inspects her work. Though he is satisfied by the work she has done, he is not satisfied that she has learned her lesson. He gathers the clothes and tosses them back on the floor.

“Again.”

“Was it not to your liking, Sir?”

“You folded them well, Noelle, but you must learn your lessons. Good girls do not leave their clothes scattered all over the room. Dirty rooms are for dirty girls. Now pick it up.”

Noelle pouts, “But Sir, I learned my lesson. Why do I need to do it a…..”

James briskly walks over to Noelle and swiftly smacks her on the backside. She yelps in surprise and her hand quickly goes to her rear, feeling the warmth erupting over her flesh. James grabs her by the back of the neck, guiding her to the bed and bending her over at the waist. Noelle’s face meets the mattress as James’ hand meets her backside again and again, until he stops to cup her bare cunt. He can smell her as he stands over her. His hand wet by her arousal. Noelle holds her breath, she dare not make a sound. James’ cock swells painfully and it takes a great deal of strength not to plunge it into her wet slit right then and there.

“Clean it up, Noelle,” he releases her. “NOW.”

Noelle scurries to the floor. On hands and knees she picks up her clothes and stands and rushes to the dresser. Very carefully, she folds and places each item back  onto the dresser. She folds and unfolds the blouse, until it is perfect. Nervous, she turns to look at James for his approval and he beckons her to him.

“My little lamb,” he coos. “Kneel before me.”

Noelle kneels in front of him, his erection apparent through the fabric of his trousers. Carefully, he unzips and pulls his erection out, holding it in his hand, protecting it from the teeth of the menacing zipper. He breathes deeply, closing his eyes and preparing himself for what he is about to say. His cock head moist with his desire.

“Take it, my little lamb. Suckle.”

Noelle’s heart bursts in joy. The sight of her owner’s cock right there in front of her face is a true gift. She can barely control herself. She slides his erection into her mouth and groans. James’ hand moves to the back of her head, holding her there. The feel of him, inside her mouth, makes her melt. She wants more. A sudden hunger explodes within her and her cunt floods with wetness. Her tongue begins circling inside her mouth, feeling his cock within. She moves her head back and James allows himself to slide out of her mouth before she takes him back in.

Unable to contain himself, James moans loudly. “Oh god, Noelle. I have been waiting for this very moment for ages.” Noelle moans around his cock and begins pumping back and forth with hunger. It’s too much, it’s just too much and he grabs Noelle’s head with both hands and holds her still, gagged by his cock. He breathes deeply. It takes every amount of control not to explode right there into her mouth. His desire for her rushing through his veins. No not yet. Not like this.

Slowly, he pulls his cock away from her mouth and holds her chin up to look into his eyes. “There is always a reason behind my lessons, little lamb. Always accept them and do them obediently.”

She nods in agreement, saliva forming in the corners of her mouth.

“Now, my little lamb, undress me.”

dear diary

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diary, dominance, submission

Dear Diary,

Give me the strength of patience, for there are days I have none. The ache in my mind, body and soul, is at times, too strong. Send me relief where there is none. May my desires not turn to needs, for a need unmet brings great sadness. Teach me that great things come to those that wait. My day will come and when it does, it will be glorious.

Tonight my room is my sanctuary. I close myself off from reality and live in my fantasy. Tonight, the Dominant I so desire, will be with me in mind and spirit. My hands will act as his own. My body will spill forth in pleasure and servitude for him. On the bed I lay out our precious tools. Kneeling beside it, I must first put the leather collar in place.

My eyes gaze over the multitude of possibilities. Nipple clamps strung together by chain, yes, those will go on first. Shiny and steel butt plugs… small, medium or large? The night is endless. Dildos and vibrators, those will get used. Not until my breasts are sore and my holes are used, will I end the night, for this is how he would want it.

In my mind, my clamps grasp my nipples tightly, the chain swaying back and forth as I am on all fours. My ass filled with plug and my hand fucking my cunt with a faux cock. The passion takes over and I don’t hold back. I speak to him as if he is there. Begging him to fuck me harder. Begging him to smack my ass. I beg him to fill me with his seed. I am his bitch in heat. I am his whore for the night to use and abuse. My orgasms will bounce off the walls unashamedly.

When the night is over, I will remove my accoutrements, cleaning them gently and with great care and tuck them neatly away. I will come back to reality and make myself presentable once more. On my face, I wear the prettiest of smiles and on the exterior, I look as though all things are great. Look deeper within my eyes and you will see the desire turning to need. Let me find the strength to be patient just one more day and perhaps tomorrow my collar will be in his hands.

xo mina

fours

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dominance, finger fuck, submission

***Listen to this story being read here***

A piano bench, elaborately upholstered in the softest velour, in the center of the empty room. Lit by spot light from above, I am the show. Light captures the curves and dips of my back with each breath I take. On all fours, I catch your movements out of the corner of my eyes. I dare not look up. My vision focused on the burgundy fabric, occasionally looking at your finely shined boots as they pass by. Your step is as heavy as your hand on my hip.

Your fingertips trail up my spine causing an eruption of goosebumps along my skin. Your hand presses into my hip and I arch my back even more. I feel your palm slide down to my ass and I inhale softly. A loud smack bounces off the walls and I feel the heat welt up. Instantly, moisture begins to gather between my thighs.

“Spread.” Your voice deep and confident.

My knees spread apart to the edges of the bench.

“Down.”

I clasp my hands below me, folding my elbows into the fabric and laying my face over my hands. My back arches, pushing my face into the bench and my ass into the air. The air breaks into a whipping sound. The stings come sharp. I groan softly. Your persistence with the cane works my flesh. I hate the cane. You know this. It’s sharp and painful and I can barely take what you give me, but you know how much I love it. As much as I hate your cane, I can’t stand but love it. For every sting you give me, a collection of arousal gathers within my folds. The sting I crave as much as I hate.

The last blow comes hard and I nearly fall over, vocalizing my distaste, tears collecting in my eyes. You walk to the front of the bench, my eyes on your boots. I startle as the cane taps me on the chin, commanding my eyes to rise and meet yours. You simply smile, allowing the cane to fall to the floor, my eyes doing the same.

Your boots resonate as you walk behind me. Your hand trailing from my shoulder blades, down the curve of my back, over the roundness of my buttocks, until your fingers lay to rest on my heated welts. I whimper softly. Each touch ignites the fire beneath my flesh.

“I can smell you.”

Abruptly, your hand slaps my cunt, cupping it. You hold yourself there, letting me feel your palm against my cunt lips and your fingers laying over my clit as you gently rock. I purr. I can hear the wetness as you slowly move my lips back and forth inside your palm. I feel your middle finger slide along my slit, lingering, teasing the entrance of my sex. I inhale sharply, awaiting my desire to explode. Your finger slides within me, slick with my sex and I groan into you.

Slowly, your finger fucks me, gentle, soothing thrusts, before sliding your finger out and running it down my slit, circling my clit ever so briefly. I feel two fingers now, sliding back up, slick with my sex, slowly pushed into me and my muscles hesitate slightly, before allowing the new thickness to enter. My back arches and my buttocks presses into you. Your fingers work faster now, fucking me with purpose. The room echoes with the sounds of my lust and my moans of desire. Over and over I feel your fingers molest me in the most precious way. Your other hand gently resting on my hip, gripping me in place while you fuck my beautiful body. My body that is your instrument.

Leaning over my body, your fingers fucking me, your hand prying my buttocks apart, I am lost in you. I want more of you. I want all of you. I want your cock buried deep inside me. I want to feel my cunt open to your thickness as you enter me for the first time. Hunger. Desire. Pain. My thoughts go to one place and one place only.

I want you to sear my insides with your seed. I want to feel you explode inside me. Paint my walls with your DNA.

… and I come.

–

xo pour Laurent

My desire

Tags

desire, dominance, submission

I spend my time weaving webs of smut to ensnare the unsuspecting or the deviant. I religiously click photos to entice the perverse. I even fan my feathers out from time to time, attracting wandering eyes.

Sometimes, in quiet moments.. someone will ask me, “Mina, what is it that YOU desire?”

I don’t desire a lover unmatched by any other. I have found my prince. He makes me feel loved, cherished, beautiful and secure. He is my best friend and my confidant. The companion I choose to have by my side as I walk this short path that we call life. He is my protector. He is my dream come true. He is the lover women dream of and men admirer.

No. What I desire runs down a different path. One dark and twisted. One not poisoned by love. One toxic in it’s own methods. An addiction like one I’ve never known.

I desire a Dominant.

I am his slut, his whore, his submissive, his pet, his servant, his masochist… but I am not his lover. I am all the things to feed into his dark side. No love notes. No flowers. No chocolates. No jewels.

My notes are written in ink, across my tummy in bold letters “whore“.

I get thorns, sharp as needles, to leave marks and stings I will never forget.

My treats come from him, from his fountain. May it be his piss, his semen, maybe at times, even his blood.

My treasures are his collar, my cuffs and his chains.

My body his treasure, my mind his prize. He takes over every free thought I have. The addiction. The itch that begs to be scratched, getting under my skin. Able to command me by written word. His voice wets my cunt. His eyes control my body. I want the mind fuck he possesses. Driving me to the brink of lustful craze. Bordering just on the edge of insanity. Leaving me a breath away from functioning.

Being in his presence, succumbs me to a puddle. I want nothing but to obey. I will take the strike of his hand, flogger, cane, etc. I will thank him for the blades he runs across my skin, the pins that clasp my nipples and crop that stings my backside. Intoxicated. I want nothing but to please him. He will fuck my mouth violently, cutting my air, choking me, gagging me to the brink and then give me back my life. And I will fucking adore him for it.

In return, I get to have him. I get to feel his hands on my skin, they may be violent at times, but in return I get to feel their softness. I get to look into his powerful eyes. I get to suckle his cock. I get to feel it fuck my body, the greatest treasure of them all.

He is my Sir, my Owner, my Dominant, my Daddy, my Sadist… he is my … fantasy.

He…is my desire.

lope

Tags

elust, erotica, fuck

Desire.

That’s all it really is. An unexplainable pull. An addictive need. A nagging itch. An unsatisfied hunger.

A giant, luxurious, four poster bed as our arena.

Naked, in all my natural beauty, a thin layer of sweat covers my body. My conformation brilliant as I stand on all fours. Breasts heaving and stomach stretching with each strained breath. I am tired, but not finished.

You, behind me. Masculine. Muscles rigid, in perfect alignment to my body. Masculine hands gripping my hips. Fingers digging into my flesh. Your own nude body covered in glistening sweat. My cunt dripping from the previous ride, allows for our perfect union.

Your cock slides within me with ease. My body surrenders, feeling the gentle pull and tug. I am at your control. Hands steady me, as I feel your cock slide back and forth. We sway gently together, my movements in time with your own. Slow and deliberate are your thrusts. Pulling back before thrusting deep, lurching my body forward, pushing the breath out of my body.

Your thrusts quicken slightly, becoming harder. Your hands on my hips, the reins. You drive your cock deeper. Changing the pace into a trot. *slap slap slap* A steady gate. Your thighs slapping my backside, urging me forward.

Driving our steady trot into a canter. Faster you push. The room echos with our ride. *slap slap slap* the pace even faster. Hands gripping me tighter, pushing me forward, pulling me back. My nostrils begin to flare with forced breath.

Working my body out of a canter you stretch it into a full gallop. Slamming your body into me. *slap slap slap* louder and faster than before. My breath turns into audible grunts as my body is exerted to it’s limit. The sweat breaks out all over my body. My head thrown back, your hands maintaining full control. Galloping harder together. My hands gripping the sheets. You ride me, like the beautiful beast I am. Taming me for that moment, dancing the delicate balance together. Slamming harder, getting lost in the ride, until finally an explosion of energy crosses between us. Your body shudders and we stop instantly. A pulsing and rush of warmth between my thighs, your body pressed against my own, until finally your body pushes me forward once more and we move in the gentle sway.

You pull away, a rush of fluid dripping from my body, my muscles relax and breathing steadies as you pat my backside. Removing yourself from the arena, admiring the beast. You smile, still exhilarated from the ride. A twitch and a stir. You’ll be back for another. You want to ride the beast out of me. Use me. Bring me to the point of exhaustion and push it farther.

You want to own me.