Category: Sex
Task 15 – Public O – At Work
My fingers smell like pussy. Ripe, hot, pungent. The smell makes me smile, warms me with a feeling of satisfaction, of having done well. He had written: Task 15 – Due to popular demand. Have an orgasm in the following places: car, restaurant, public restroom, public sidewalk, store of your…
Task 1 – Sex and Blood
I’ve talked about lots of things here, but one of the things I haven’t talked about (much) is blood. No, not the kind that happens when you cut yourself (or someone cuts you), or vampire play, or even bloodletting and the like. Neither W or I has a thing for…
Wanton Wednesday – Sex as a Weapon
The other day I talked about when he uses sex as a tool. Just another implement in his arsenal of toys, something to drive me into the space he wants me to go, to subjugate me, to make me that small, mindless, used girl at his feet. It’s an effective…
Sex as a Tool
Sometimes, you don’t need rope. Or handcuffs or whips or any other paraphernalia. Just hands, and a cock, and a voice. Oh, and piss helps too. Yeah, yeah, I said it. Such a disgusting thing, and yet, when I’m down there on my knees, looking up at him, and he…
Tease
And just because I am a tease, I have to say that every time I look at the subject line of the last email convo between W and I about the weekend, I get wet all over again. The subject line is “Swollen Pussy.” I do have some stuff to…
Wanton Wednesday – Results
It seems like all I have time for lately is to post Wanton Wednesday’s. And those I can’t even get to on time. Well, if this is all I am posting, I guess I can make them good. This is from this past weekend. Actually the “grand finale,” so to…
Blow-Job January
I’m a failure. A big, fat, non-blow-jobbing failure. He gave me a challenge this past January. As you all know, my physical issues have limited my abilities to perform in all the ways that he expects and likes me to, but he reminded me, quite succinctly, that not having use…
Wanton Wednesday – A Mouthful
More from my weekend in Chicago. If you recall this post, you will remember that I started the afternoon tied on top of a desk, with a ballgag in my mouth and a cage on my head, waiting for W’s friend to arrive. W released me from the cage soon…
For the "It's So Wrong" File
As I hinted about in my post on APL, it doesn’t matter how down and out I am (or carved on and stitched up) I can’t stand to be around W for more than…well, hell, a couple of hours before my brain has turned to mush and all I want…
Wanton Wednesday – Grip
I have been working all week on a new post for W. This is a “command performance”: W assigned me the task of writing about an event that happened while we were in Chicago. He had invited an acquaintance of his to our hotel room and allowed him to use…
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