I can't keep my hands off of my cock tonight...
It's nearly the full moon, and my brain is fizzing gently in all sorts of carnal thoughts. I've been thinking about a... scenario, that I'm going to try to write in the near future, and since it's something that gets me incredibly hot... but once a day is enough, especially with Mrs. Darkerside coming home later... well, I don't want to be completely useless.
Last night was fun. She came home from school, stressed out and needing some TLC. I undressed her slowly, taking off her shirt, pants and bra without touching her skin at all. Asking her to sit on the edge of the bed, I knelt in front of her, touching first her feet, then her calves, then her thighs. My touch was light, tender, only occasionally overtly sexy.
Then the phone rings, and we have to go. I'm really starting to hate that phone. Except, just like last time, she gets a twinkle in her eye and asks me if I want to fuck fast now or slow later.
I say "Both, of course." and she laughs, pulling me up onto the bed. Since we're in a hurry, she grabs the Astroglide, makes use of it and climbs on top of me, sliding down onto me with a sigh and a growl. Within minutes, she's cumming, and a few seconds later so am I.
Then we're off and away on our errand.
But, of course, none of that helps with the right here, right now. She's off at school, and I'm here. I'm feeling randy. No, I'm feeling... possessed. I want to shove her down on the bed, pin her arms above her head and take her, just the way she loves me to. I want her to treat me rough, call me names, hold me down and fuck me, just the way I love her to.
This isn't helping...
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sugasm #97
Didn't make it into the top three, but it's fun to finally have something in. Welcome Sugasm readers...
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #98? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
The Manifesto of the Cuntcentric Hedonist
“I’m not being selfish, I’m being altruistic when I open my legs and offer my body up.”
No reservations, part 4
“By this time, said balls felt twice their normal size and very full.”
Sex Work And Religion: The Violent Priest
“We were to seduce one of the young ladies in the church’s choir.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
JBS Underwear
Editor’s Choice
The Top 10 Reasons to avoid “Pregnancy & Sex” bulletin boards
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
BDSM & Fetish
Bending Over……Another Erotic Tale of “Him”
Dinner with Amy
Fetish Film - Master Sessions - Mia (Master, Bondage, BDSM, Forced Orgasm)
Friday Night
I don’t know if i am strong enough for this….
My Checkered Past: Motorcycle Black Madonna Two-Wheeled Gypsy Queen
The story behind a spanking drawing
Sugarbutch Star: Jennifer
Sunday Caning
Fantasy: The Terminal
Watching hardcore collection Richard
Sex Work
Dumb emails I have received
OK, So Here’s The Thing…
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Come here
The desert
Half-Nekkid and Jilling Off
Jackhammer of love
My Office
Oil, Water and Skin
Oiled and running smoothly
The Open Door
Tingling
Tit for Tat and a Taste of That
Sex News & Reviews
Polyamory Conferences and Events
Watch the Video Trailer for Hegre Art’s First DVD Release
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Brothel story I
Inquiring Minds Want to Know
Most MFM Threesomes Don’t Turn Out Like This
Perhaps one day this will happen to you…
Sex & Politics
Accepting the fact that kids are gonna get it on
Let’s laugh at these fagots
NSFW Pics & Videos
Catalina loves Half-Nekkid-Tuesday (the Other HNT)
Half-Nekkid One-Night Stand
Pirate Hooker Baby - You Asked For It, You Got it
Rope Rookie
Thursday, September 13, 2007
bad / good girl
Mrs. Darkerside calls me at work, and has that "I've been being naughty" quality to her voice; she seems almost out of breath.
I ask her what she's been doing, and she responds that she's been reading my blog. I ask her which one and she tells me. It's the one with the dirty pictures and videos.
"Are you alone?", she asks.
"Not really, no." There's a candidate taking a test in the other room, but he's easily 20 feet away and I can be quiet. It's interesting that she's called: I was thinking about calling her when the phone rang. "Where are you?" I ask.
"Laying in bed." I already knew this, I can tell from the tone of her voice and the sound of her breath in my ear.
"Are you naked?"
"No." This won't do. I make my voice sterner and say "Why would you call me if you're not completely undressed?" Her breath catches, and her voice shakes when she asks me if she should call back.
"No." I say, "Just get undressed."
She puts the phone down long enough to get undressed and under the covers, and then tells me when she's done.
"Good girl." I say. Just like always, when I use those words, it causes her to whimper and moan. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Yes."
"Is your pussy wet?"
"Yes."
"Are you rubbing your clit?"
"Yes." she hisses at me. I can hear her getting more and more turned on.
"Are you fingering yourself." She says she is. "How many fingers?" I ask.
"Just two..." there's a hesitation there that I'm curious about, but I don't want to break the flow.
I tell her that's she's so bad to be acting this way, such a dirty little slut to be lying in bed, fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit. I can hear her now, she's wet enough that the sounds of her fingers are coming across the phone. It's one of the sexiest things I've ever heard. Smiling, I check out into the other room to check on my test-taker. He's counting on his fingers, so I know I have time.
She's moaning my name, telling me how much she loves the sound of my voice. I ask if her nipples are hard, and when she moans yes I tell her to pinch them. She does and moans again.
She's getting close, almost at the point of no return.
"Don't you dare cum without my permission, you little whore!" I hiss into the phone.
She moans / cries "No!", but her breathing changes and I know she's stopped even before she starts saying "Sorry... sorry...".
"Have you stopped fingering yourself?" Again, my voice is stern.
"Yes..." she says in a tiny voice.
"Nobody told you to fucking stop." Another gasp, and her breathing changes again, and I can again just hear the sounds of her fingers in her pussy. "Don't stop, but don't you cum without me saying you can."
I let her continue for a few more minutes, listening to the rise and fall of her arrousal as she brings herself to the edge... then back down, over and over. Finally, she's begging me, pleading me to let her cum.
"Are you my good girl?"
"Yes... yes... I'm your good girl. So good for you..."
"Do you want to cum? Does my good little slut need to cum?"
"Oh god yes. Please. Please, yes."
"Ask me."
"Please, may I cum? Can your good little girl, your good little slut cum? I need it so bad! Please..."
"Is my slut going to cum hard for me?"
"Yes!"
"Is she going to cum loud for me?"
"YES!", she shouts. "Please... please let me cum!"
I can't hide the smile in my voice when she begs like this, and after a few more seconds I tell her to cum for me, and she does, instantly. She's screaming through the phone and I press the receiver to my ear to make sure she can't be heard.
After she's come down, I tell her how dirty she is to cum so hard like that when there's somone not even ten feet away. She gasps, asks me if I'm serious. Laughing, I tell her that I am.
Then, a few more minutes of small talk and she's gone, leaving me hard as a rock and needing to do something about it.
So I send her this email:
I ask her what she's been doing, and she responds that she's been reading my blog. I ask her which one and she tells me. It's the one with the dirty pictures and videos.
"Are you alone?", she asks.
"Not really, no." There's a candidate taking a test in the other room, but he's easily 20 feet away and I can be quiet. It's interesting that she's called: I was thinking about calling her when the phone rang. "Where are you?" I ask.
"Laying in bed." I already knew this, I can tell from the tone of her voice and the sound of her breath in my ear.
"Are you naked?"
"No." This won't do. I make my voice sterner and say "Why would you call me if you're not completely undressed?" Her breath catches, and her voice shakes when she asks me if she should call back.
"No." I say, "Just get undressed."
She puts the phone down long enough to get undressed and under the covers, and then tells me when she's done.
"Good girl." I say. Just like always, when I use those words, it causes her to whimper and moan. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Yes."
"Is your pussy wet?"
"Yes."
"Are you rubbing your clit?"
"Yes." she hisses at me. I can hear her getting more and more turned on.
"Are you fingering yourself." She says she is. "How many fingers?" I ask.
"Just two..." there's a hesitation there that I'm curious about, but I don't want to break the flow.
I tell her that's she's so bad to be acting this way, such a dirty little slut to be lying in bed, fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit. I can hear her now, she's wet enough that the sounds of her fingers are coming across the phone. It's one of the sexiest things I've ever heard. Smiling, I check out into the other room to check on my test-taker. He's counting on his fingers, so I know I have time.
She's moaning my name, telling me how much she loves the sound of my voice. I ask if her nipples are hard, and when she moans yes I tell her to pinch them. She does and moans again.
She's getting close, almost at the point of no return.
"Don't you dare cum without my permission, you little whore!" I hiss into the phone.
She moans / cries "No!", but her breathing changes and I know she's stopped even before she starts saying "Sorry... sorry...".
"Have you stopped fingering yourself?" Again, my voice is stern.
"Yes..." she says in a tiny voice.
"Nobody told you to fucking stop." Another gasp, and her breathing changes again, and I can again just hear the sounds of her fingers in her pussy. "Don't stop, but don't you cum without me saying you can."
I let her continue for a few more minutes, listening to the rise and fall of her arrousal as she brings herself to the edge... then back down, over and over. Finally, she's begging me, pleading me to let her cum.
"Are you my good girl?"
"Yes... yes... I'm your good girl. So good for you..."
"Do you want to cum? Does my good little slut need to cum?"
"Oh god yes. Please. Please, yes."
"Ask me."
"Please, may I cum? Can your good little girl, your good little slut cum? I need it so bad! Please..."
"Is my slut going to cum hard for me?"
"Yes!"
"Is she going to cum loud for me?"
"YES!", she shouts. "Please... please let me cum!"
I can't hide the smile in my voice when she begs like this, and after a few more seconds I tell her to cum for me, and she does, instantly. She's screaming through the phone and I press the receiver to my ear to make sure she can't be heard.
After she's come down, I tell her how dirty she is to cum so hard like that when there's somone not even ten feet away. She gasps, asks me if I'm serious. Laughing, I tell her that I am.
Then, a few more minutes of small talk and she's gone, leaving me hard as a rock and needing to do something about it.
So I send her this email:
Subject:you are a bad, bad girl
And I love you for it.
You got me all worked up, and there's nothing I can do about it now.
Maybe later I'll go down the hall to the bathroom and take care of
things, thinking of you chained up on your hands and knees, waiting
for the next blow or the next thrust.
Dirty...
Saturday, September 8, 2007
the desert
If you could track arousal and sensuality from space, then the Black Rock Desert would spike all of the charts in the last week of August, I'm sure. The harsh environment causes your body to slide back into survival mode, where sex and sensuality are never far from the surface. Survival is all about fucking, when you get right down to it. The food and water and shelter are only there to support the propagation of the species.
So the atmosphere is super-charged already. It's in the air, along with the dust, and when the sun finally goes down and you've survived another day of blistering heat, gale force winds and dust storms that turn the skies overhead from steel blue to dirty brown; when you can finally brush off, dress up, and step into the surreal world that is Black Rock City... well, it's only a matter of time really, before something happens.
We rode our bikes out to the trash fence, about a mile and a half from the main part of the city. From this distance, the lights of the Esplanade look like the Las Vegas strip. It's all neon and fire. And the sounds from the clubs at either end of the city carry all the way out to where we are.
The moon is full and unobstructed by any clouds. It's warm, and although there are people around, maybe a quarter of a mile away, we are completely alone.
Standing in the desert, completely exposed and visible to anyone who wanders up to us, we begin. Kissing passionately, almost violently, I'm instantly hard and pressing against her; she's instantly wet and grinding against me. I'm barely aware that she's undoing my pants, that is, until her fingers wrap around my cock and she starts stroking it. I'm looking over her shoulder, nervous, but completely unable to stop what's happening, not that I want to.
She hitches up her skirt, spreads her legs, and somehow manages to push herself onto me. I can feel her wetness and her heat against me, rubbing back and forth and then without knowing how, I'm inside her. We stand there, fucking with a passion that's indescribable, me needing to be inside her, but the angle isn't quite right... she's moaning and growling, animalistic in her need. If only we had a coat or a blanket...
Without a word, she crouches down in front of me, grasping my cock and taking it completely into her mouth. I feel the back of her throat against my head and her lips and teeth around the base. My hands find her head, fingers twining in her hair and she starts fucking me with her mouth, crouching in the silver near dark.
I'm certain that the sounds of her moaning around me and the obscenely wet sucking noises as she slides her mouth up and down my length are going to carry back to camp, and I'm trying to keep an eye out for anyone wandering up, but as the minutes pass and I get closer and closer to cumming, I can't say that I actually care anymore. Hell, if anyone else wanders up at this point, they can join in for all I care, as long as the feeling of her mouth on me never stops.
The arousal of the city, the thick sensuality in the air, and the danger of being out in the open like we are is soon enough too much for me. It feels like my heart and soul, my entire essence leaves my body through my cock and empties into her mouth as I cum; it's harder and more intense than I can remember it being in a very long time. She holds me in her mouth, taking it all into herself as I try to remain standing. She licks and sucks me clean, tucks me back into my pants and stands up, wrapping her arms around me. I can feel the smile, hear it in her voice as she tells me that she loves me.
Eventually, we'll wander back to our camp and fall asleep wrapped around each other, just like always. But for now, in this place of overwhelming sensation, we enjoy the quiet and the dark, as if we had the entire desert to ourselves.
So the atmosphere is super-charged already. It's in the air, along with the dust, and when the sun finally goes down and you've survived another day of blistering heat, gale force winds and dust storms that turn the skies overhead from steel blue to dirty brown; when you can finally brush off, dress up, and step into the surreal world that is Black Rock City... well, it's only a matter of time really, before something happens.
We rode our bikes out to the trash fence, about a mile and a half from the main part of the city. From this distance, the lights of the Esplanade look like the Las Vegas strip. It's all neon and fire. And the sounds from the clubs at either end of the city carry all the way out to where we are.
The moon is full and unobstructed by any clouds. It's warm, and although there are people around, maybe a quarter of a mile away, we are completely alone.
Standing in the desert, completely exposed and visible to anyone who wanders up to us, we begin. Kissing passionately, almost violently, I'm instantly hard and pressing against her; she's instantly wet and grinding against me. I'm barely aware that she's undoing my pants, that is, until her fingers wrap around my cock and she starts stroking it. I'm looking over her shoulder, nervous, but completely unable to stop what's happening, not that I want to.
She hitches up her skirt, spreads her legs, and somehow manages to push herself onto me. I can feel her wetness and her heat against me, rubbing back and forth and then without knowing how, I'm inside her. We stand there, fucking with a passion that's indescribable, me needing to be inside her, but the angle isn't quite right... she's moaning and growling, animalistic in her need. If only we had a coat or a blanket...
Without a word, she crouches down in front of me, grasping my cock and taking it completely into her mouth. I feel the back of her throat against my head and her lips and teeth around the base. My hands find her head, fingers twining in her hair and she starts fucking me with her mouth, crouching in the silver near dark.
I'm certain that the sounds of her moaning around me and the obscenely wet sucking noises as she slides her mouth up and down my length are going to carry back to camp, and I'm trying to keep an eye out for anyone wandering up, but as the minutes pass and I get closer and closer to cumming, I can't say that I actually care anymore. Hell, if anyone else wanders up at this point, they can join in for all I care, as long as the feeling of her mouth on me never stops.
The arousal of the city, the thick sensuality in the air, and the danger of being out in the open like we are is soon enough too much for me. It feels like my heart and soul, my entire essence leaves my body through my cock and empties into her mouth as I cum; it's harder and more intense than I can remember it being in a very long time. She holds me in her mouth, taking it all into herself as I try to remain standing. She licks and sucks me clean, tucks me back into my pants and stands up, wrapping her arms around me. I can feel the smile, hear it in her voice as she tells me that she loves me.
Eventually, we'll wander back to our camp and fall asleep wrapped around each other, just like always. But for now, in this place of overwhelming sensation, we enjoy the quiet and the dark, as if we had the entire desert to ourselves.
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