Thanks so much for the positive feedback...I'll "get right on" Part II
Here's a taste from a piece that I wrote a while ago. It's not my best, but yummy all the same-
…I get on top. I’m wet, almost dripping with both with my juices and the copious saliva from his hungry mouth. I can feel him poking my lower stomach, hard as steel, a thick silky shaft with a crimson head. I bow down and lick the tip, savoring the teasing little drop of precum, giggling at how when I move my tongue away there is a clear little thread, crystalline in the moonlight coming in from the windows. He moans plaintively and I feel my pussy contract with arousal, he sounds so fucking sexy… I lick my lips wet and take him full in my mouth. He’s smooth flesh and salt, pulsing so slowly it makes my mouth water- I understand now why he had salivated so much on my pussy, why it was so good. He moved his hips toward my eager mouth, he was nudging the back of my throat and I didn’t care, and his hands were restless in my sweaty hair. I raised my head and I felt him grow slack underneath me, his mouth a moist O. I moved up, my pussy was pulsing just like he was and I wanted to feel him on me, but not in me yet. I straddle him and lower myself onto him, feel him shiver underneath me as his cock slides on the wet, quivering flesh of my cunt then tense up again and put his hands on my hips, trying to guide me inside. I smile and shake my head no, let him slide all the way up until his head is nudging my swollen clit and we moan in unison. I lean forward and begin to ride him slow, teasing him. His face is a perfectly angelic picture of pleasure, his eyes are closed and his forehead furrowed, his mouth open and he is breathing his sweet breath in my face. I bow my head and bite his full lower lip, suck it hungrily and then stick my tongue in his mouth. His saliva is intoxicating and slightly woodsy after the scotch we’d drunk. He exhales softly into my mouth, his moans are muffled by my own and as I pull back slightly to lick the sweat ftom the deliciously pronounced groove above his upper lip he moans only one word: “Please…”
It's french vanilla, for those who aren't into the hard play lol. Enjoy biz-natches!
Your voice is the delicate string, the sound of my name on your lips the gentle tug that keeps me grounded...
chickenona wrote:Okay so we are going to revise the name of this thread and me and RBO are the official hosts now. Itjogs and I agree it's the right thing to do.
Hooray! <3
Apparently, I'm going to be filmed by a pro Mistress Sunday in a dungeon in Portland. It's going to be one bitchin of a read.
Lady you are a goddam dirty tease. Every time I look at this thread and see you've posted again, I keep hopin' to see the second half of that hot, hot story you wrote.
Of course, I'm still getting mileage out of the first half.
deathcurse wrote:The secret board you had with Itjogs. You talked about me obsessively on there. There were witnesses.
Yeah, I thought I was getting part 2 when I clicked on it earlier today.
(I have a bunch more I can write - it'll never, EVER be as good as that one - or the ladies' contributions in general - but we gotta keep this thang going)
I dip my forefinger in the watery blood
of your impotent redeemer
and write over his thorn torn brow
the true Prince of Evil
You've been doing an excellent job keeping this thing going too, Hammy. I've dug all your contributions with the possible exception of that cut and paste abomination from Page 1. And even that one is at least an attention-grabber.
deathcurse wrote:The secret board you had with Itjogs. You talked about me obsessively on there. There were witnesses.
Lots of subs on this board. That really doesn't surprise me all that much, it's a really common fantasy role for women/fems. And we're luckier than male subs in that there are a hell of a lot more male doms who are in it for the head than there are dommes. Most dommes are in it for the money.
I've been thinking of ordering this book from Amazon:
Women like this, who like this role and actually do it for a living, are very, very rare. I'd like to see what making this her job did for this woman in terms of how much sexual gratification she derives from being a paid sub as opposed to just doing it in the head.
deathcurse wrote:The secret board you had with Itjogs. You talked about me obsessively on there. There were witnesses.
Hahaha, that reminds me of something Itjogs posted about why he never went to a domme. He said something like, "I was always curious, but I didn't want to end up like one of those guys you read about in the paper who they find dead suspended from the ceiling wearing nothing but socks."
To me, a submissive man is simply too silly to get turned on by. Tim rocked me inside and out when he was dominant, but when he would put on that garter belt and stockings and want me to ride him around the room like a horse, I would be doing long division in my head to combat the boredom.
deathcurse wrote:The secret board you had with Itjogs. You talked about me obsessively on there. There were witnesses.
Here's the thing...I really think I could turn the disgust I feel into anger, and give him exactly what he's looking for, especially if it's being treated like an animal or beating on him like a red headed step child- he'd think I was the best thing going
Your voice is the delicate string, the sound of my name on your lips the gentle tug that keeps me grounded...
I can't even get mad about it. I mean, having a mile-wide submissive streak myself, I can wholly sympathize. But it's diminishing to see a man like that.
RBO can rock the lingerie because she means it, and even in her male role she's a slender, femmy guy. A hairy-chested dude with a handlebar mustache can't look anything but silly in womens' underwear, and looking silly is part of the turn-on for him. He craves the diminishment. It takes a special kind of woman to nurture that head and not want to laugh or feel pity and scorn.
But it's really one of those gender things that are rooted in biology. A woman can look hot in a humiliated position. A man, not so much.
deathcurse wrote:The secret board you had with Itjogs. You talked about me obsessively on there. There were witnesses.
I guess there's good money in it, and a lot of the time men are NOT finicky about the physical appearance of a dominatrix. Remember that chick lowendmonster roomed with for a while whose pics he posted? The bitch had bright red stretch marks all over her torso and a fucking party eye but could make three hunnys in fifteen minutes.
deathcurse wrote:The secret board you had with Itjogs. You talked about me obsessively on there. There were witnesses.
Burgundy - I've never had a problem meeting dominant guys, but a lot of them are possessive, so they prefer to do their thing outside the "scene". In that club I went to in Montreal the whole culture was very weird. The dominants tended to ignore other peoples' subs when they would try to talk to them. Me, I like being able to do my thing then converse normally when not in the middle of the "act". This place, it was like once the people walked through the door they wanted everyone in their role as long as they were in the place. I find the whole gathering aspect of the BDSM community to be too limiting.
deathcurse wrote:The secret board you had with Itjogs. You talked about me obsessively on there. There were witnesses.
Burgundytrash wrote:usually in a "normal" d/s relationship they kinda make everything a sexual situation...but the control aspect isn't like someone just ordering the girl around either...most of the dominants I know tend to be mannerly and get the door for the woman and such...and sometimes the girls are turned on just sitting at their master's feet...
Isn't that the way it should be? There's nothing better than to worship and adore someone who's doing something for you that no one else can do better-and ultimately not make you feel like a freak for it...for me it's all about the head >sigh< to find someone who can make me tremble with just a look or a subtle hand gesture-there's just about nothing I wouldn't do for that, but to to find it is just as difficult and frustrating as finding "love".
Your voice is the delicate string, the sound of my name on your lips the gentle tug that keeps me grounded...
Thanks...
