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Have you ever had an experience you were too naïve to understand or appreciate? So erotic, but you were too insecure to just let it be and embrace it? I relive the following experience in my head over and over again. It’s been 25 years, yet when I close my eyes I am transported back to that little bedroom with that amazing young man I was completely mad about yet unable to love the way he wanted and deserved. I’ve had this written for a while but couldn’t quite get the style of it the way I wanted. I didn’t want a poem or a long story so I was left with breaking the rules.

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Standing in the middle of a dark room,

nearly pitch black

and I can’t see a thing.

But I can feel him,

his breath against my neck,

his hands gently caressing me.

I tingle all over.

My breath grows shallow.

No words.

He stands in front of me.

Close enough for me to reach out and touch,

but I don’t dare.

The buttons on my blouse

slowly, ever so slowly,

come undone.

His hand glides across my shoulder

pushing my blouse off.

Next, the other shoulder

then he pulls the sleeves

one at a time

and lets it fall to the floor.

Gentle kisses on my neck,

my collarbone,

as his hands now move lower.

The pop of another button

precedes the sound of a zipper,

my zipper,

slowly going down.

Achingly slow.

I hear every catch of the zipper as he goes.

Two hands now move across my hips

down the back of my jeans

pushing them down,

past my behind,

down to my knees.

Lift, he says.

One foot,

then the next,

as my jeans join my blouse

on the floor.

His arms are around me now

tugging at the clasp

of my bra.

Easily unhooked

it is swept from my shoulders

and drops to the floor.

The pile of shed clothing grows.

He cups each breast,

squeezes

and kisses them tenderly.

My nipples ache for more

but I dare not ask.

I am a good girl,

I don’t do such things.

He kneels in front of me

and slips his hands

under the waistband of my panties.

His hands slide down my thighs

bringing the soft fabric with them.

Lift, he says again.

One foot,

then the other,

and I am naked.

He leans in now,

buries his head

between my legs.

I tremble

nervously,

yet completely turned on.

Soft moans escape

as his tongue makes contact.

Oh my!

Off his knees now,

he kisses me

before taking my hand

and walking me over to the bed.

He pulls the sheets back

and sits me down.

I hear the sounds of his clothes

now being removed

and left in their own

crumpled pile on the floor.

Gently,

tenderly,

he takes me.

 

 

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Anything can happen in the final quarter of The Game.  My very talented friend Lord Raven is to thank for bringing life to Victor on this side story from the Life With Victor (LWV) series. This piece is a tad longer than I would normally post but I couldn’t bear to break it up. Trust me, you’ll want to read it all and see how this game ends.

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Tasha watched as a thrill of excitement ran through her. Seeing Victor, her husband and master, being manhandled like that shook her to the core and yet stirred something deep inside. Ron showed none of the compassion or gentle nature that Victor had with her. In fact it was as if Ron wanted to hear Victor yelp in pain, to see those tears roll down his face. She knew it had been years since the two of them had been together but even now she wondered how he could have been with a man who was so rough and sadistic.

Her eyes were fixed on Victor as Ron tightly bound his arms behind him. His face twisted in pain for a moment before his muscles stretched enough to relax and accept their new positions. A few minutes passed before he turned to face her, his eyes alive and the faintest of smiles on his face. In that moment she knew he was ok, though that sudden realization was short lived. She gasped as a hard hand struck down on her husbands face.

“What are you looking at? Where should your eyes be RIGHT NOW?” Ron’s growl gave no indication of him being a gentle or forgiving man. “You little whore, I will make you remember your place”

Another heavy blow knocked Victor over onto his side, a small trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Ron stood over him now, smiling as he reached down. He lifted Victor like a rag doll, never letting him quite get to his feet, as he dragged him out to the next room. In a flash the blade appeared at his throat again. Tasha gasped and Ron stopped momentarily to look at her. She felt her cunt gush in an instant as the blade pressed against Victor’s vulnerable flesh.

Ron leaned close, “Do you remember the word?”

Victor nodded his head.

“Do you remember the word?!” Ron barked the question again.

“Yes Sir, I remember the word.”

“Tonight I think you may need it.” The evil tone in Ron’s voice sent another twinge through Tasha’s cunt. She could feel her juices starting to seep out and run down the inside of her thigh. What the hell was wrong with her she wondered, completely excited by Victor’s circumstance.

The blade ran over Victor’s flesh, digging in slightly on the shoulder but even more so into his back. The crimson welling along the lines reminded Tasha of the times Victor would do the same to her and lick along the precious gift, savoring every drop. Her eyes pleaded with Ron when he turned to see her reaction. Not a word said, just the nod of his head to allow her access to her husbands back. Her head was spinning, intoxicated by the whole scene.

As she licked the blood from his back her hand instinctively went to his cock and began stroking. She knew how to bring him pleasure but in the heat of the moment she instead became an extension of Ron’s savagery and sadistic nature. Rather than the gentle strokes that made him moan in pleasure she made hard gripping tugs, as if she were trying to rip his cock clear from his body. Ron leaned closer and whispered in her ear, her whole body froze as she turned and looked into his eyes.

“Excuse me Sir, what did you ask me?”

“Would you like to fuck him?” Ron’s smile grew even bigger as he reached around with his hand joining hers.

“How do you mean?” If Victor had taught her nothing else it was to be totally clear on what was being asked.

“Do you have a vibrator and a strap on?”

A ravenous desire ran through her like a shock. Like somehow Ron had taken control of her as well and was using her as an implement for his own pleasure. She glanced at Victor, who looked so helpless but never turning his head. He knew what would happen if he did.

“It’s ok, tonight anything goes unless he calls it off. Oh, and his safe word is popcorn. It is important that you know that and respect it.”

Ron’s voice was smooth like oil, greasing Tasha’s will to slide down into his sadistic tunnel. She shook her head yes slowly and began to walk to where the toys were kept. Tasha’s mind raced almost as quick as her pulse. When she picked up the harness and bag of instruments that fit into it she felt a smile creep across her face. It was a complete shock as a feeling from some deep, previously undisturbed, place emerged. Tonight she wanted to not only watch but participate with these two men. She wanted to be a part of Ron’s using and abusing Victor. She shivered with excitement, her hands trembled as she brought the bag to Ron for his inspection.

Walking back into the room she saw that Ron had already placed a condom on his cock. He was standing behind Victor, closing the gap between them until the head of his cock rested precariously at Victor’s puckered opening. There was a moment there where they were as lovers, where Ron was gentle and tender with him as he slowly pushed into Victor. Once he had relaxed and Ron was able to move more freely the moment vanished and it was back to business as before. The blade now crossed flesh once more. This time it was the back of the knife so as to not make confetti of Victor’s skin. Each pass was pressing and rough as his cock hammered into Victor.

Tasha just stood there watching, her hand absent mindedly reaching down to her clit. Rubbing slowly at first then with increasing intensity as her juices ran freely down her legs. The point of the blade pressed into Victor’s side and he yelped, that was all it took. Tasha’s body stiffened as she came. Her body shaking as the wave overtook her, then as it passed dropping her to the floor.

The sound of her falling made Ron freeze. Looking up sheepishly Tasha limped over to where they were, her leg only lightly injured from the collision with the desk before the floor caught her. Now Ron forced her to slide under them, she was to suck Victor’s cock while Ron continued. Each thrust pushed his cock deep into her throat, her mind still fresh with the image of how they looked from the doorway. It was just a few minutes before Ron groaned and exploded, filling the balloon that held his cock captive. A few more hard thrusts was all it took. Victor was next in line as his cock unleashed a flood into Tasha’s mouth, some of it dribbling out onto her lips and chin. She was shocked as he had never before flooded her mouth like this.

No time for savoring. Ron grabbed Tasha by the hair and pulled her to her feet. In a few moments she was all strapped up and Ron was pushing her against her husband. Her hesitation was punished by the feel of the blade now at her throat. She could feel his cock growing behind her, she gasped as it was the right height to invade her own ass now. This was an area that Victor rarely took, it was just not their thing, but she had just witnessed Ron take…

Her thoughts fluttered as the pressure grew and his cock invaded her. She was not fully prepared for this and leaned forward against Victor. She felt pressure against the harness as Ron guided the dildo she was wearing into her husband’s already stretched ass. A few sharp breaths from both of them as she slid deeper in. Ron kept the pressure up behind her, the tip of his cock pressing, forcing her forward into Victor.

“Just remember, the safe word applies to you as well. Do you know it?”

“Yes Sir, I know it.”

Ron pushed further in until she felt the hair from his balls on the back of her thighs. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she was expanded to fit his girth. Tears welled for a few moments before the pain receded and she fell into a rhythm between the two of them. Ron fucked her and in return she fucked Victor. It felt like his cock was in her ass forever before he released and came with a loud groan. His hands pressed down on her shoulders as he drove in as deep as he could.

Ron pulled out without much gentleness, in much the same fashion as he had entered her. Tasha felt like a huge void had been left in her where his cock had been. Ron then reached down and stroked Victor off as Tasha continued her assault on him. It did not take much more before he came as well. After he did Ron made him lick it off his hands and the floor. Tasha was jealous as that was normally her job, one she thoroughly enjoyed.

With a winning smile Ron announced it was time for him to take his leave, but not before taking a minute to the blade across Tasha’s back. The sting made her gasp as he had carved deeper into her flesh than Victor ever did. The warm feeling of the blood running down her back sent a chill along her spine as the front door closed.

Victor crawled to the couch and Tasha followed him, kneeling at his feet with her face on his lap. His hands felt so warm and comforting running through her hair. Moments later she was asleep.

Some time later the ping notification of a text message woke her. Victor and Ron were already making plans for another get together. Tasha smiled to herself as she snuggled closer.

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body
~ Pablo Neruda

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I’ve talked more than enough here recently regarding my relationship with pain and pleasure, so I thought I would share the third part of the Larry series. Click HERE to catch up.

PLEASE NOTE: Yes, this piece is about younger characters. They may have just celebrated prom but they are not minors. Though still technically youths, and under the age of 21, they are well into the legal age of consent. 

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That soft leather strapping Sharon had draped around her waist. It was an invitation, he knew it. If he hadn’t, her telling him that she was not wearing panties under her dress certainly was. But panties were easy, it was that leather strapping that had intrigued him more. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.

Prom red leather strapwas less than spectacular, as he expected. After dinner, photos, and a few dances Sharon asked if he was ready to get out of there. Hell ya, he thought. He knew what prom night was really all about and he was ready to get the party started. Helping her into the car, Larry brushed his hand across her breasts. Sharon giggled and blushed, but didn’t look away. She is going to be fun, he thought as he put the car in gear.

The old mill was deserted, save the little critters of the night, and the moon cast it’s full glowing light. Larry was glad because he wanted to see Sharon, to watch her reactions. He would have rather been in the comfort of his room, or even a hotel room, but the old car would suffice for now.

As he reached down to untie the leather ribbon from around Sharon’s waist his cock stirred. Feeling the softness of it in his hands his cock hardened instantly. It was exquisite. He lifted the strap and slid it across his upper lip, feeling the softness against his more sensitive skin and letting the smell of it fill him. As he took his time letting the leather slide, winding it around his hands, Sharon sat there watching him. She couldn’t miss the large bulge that had appeared in the front of his pants. It excited her the way the leather excited him.

They sat there a while, Larry consumed by the ribbon of leather, Sharon consumed by thoughts of Larry doing dirty things to her. She had been with boys before and she knew the quiet ones were the more fun ones when it came to all things sexual. The jocks thought all they had to do was show up and the preppy’s were the real virgins of high school. They were consumed with student council, prom, the fall mixer and the like. The quiet ones were the creative types, the brooding ones, who were eager to try all the things they had read and fantasized about and didn’t care whether you were the prom queen or a complete social misfit. They were just happy to have a live, breathing partner. She was that.

Sharon was startled by Larry’s sudden move toward her. He lunged forward, grabbing her arms, and kissed her. Even with the forcefulness of the action, he was still hesitant with the kiss, unsure of himself. He was greeted with an open mouth and welcoming response which told him to continue. His kiss became stronger and more demanding. He released her arms to grab hold of her hair at the base of her neck. She moaned and complied.

He ended the kiss and sat back. “Can I tie your hands?” he asked.red leather

” You may.” She thought this would be quite kinky.

Larry leaned forward and wrapped the leather that had once been around Sharon’s waist around her hands, securing them behind her back. Yes, she is going to be fun, he thought to himself again.

With her hands secured Larry moved in for another kiss. This time there was no hesitation. He pushed her back against the seat and held her by one hand at the base of her neck. His other hand moved down to her perky little tits and released them from their confines under her prom dress. He had teased them with a light graze earlier, now he wanted to worship them. He squeezed her tits, not too hard, then he kissed them, sucked them, and pinched her nipples. She let out a little yelp but didn’t ask him to stop. Another sign to keep going, and so he did.

He continued to suck and nibble her tits, moving his hand down to her legs. He hiked up her dress and slid his hand between her thighs. She was hot, and wet. My was she wet. He had never known a woman could get so wet on her own. It was a very pleasant surprise as he prodded her with his finger. It slipped in and quickly became drenched in her wetness. In it went again, accompanied by another finger. She moaned and moved her hips to meet him.

As he was fucking her with his fingers he noticed she was no longer looking at him. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back to the side. This would not do. “Look at me,” he told her. “I want you to see what I am doing to you. I want you to see the pleasure I take from using your body.”

“Oh, but it feels so good, Larry. I just want to let the feelings overtake me.”

“No! No. You will watch.” Larry wanted more, he needed more. He untied her hands, but briefly, then re-tied them in a new position behind her head leaving longer ends. He then took the ends and wrapped them around her head, in her mouth, as a gag. The two ends of leather wrapped around and securing at the back to her hands. She would watch him now.

Once he had her all secured he returned to her tits and cunt. Now he didn’t just suck and lightly pinch, he was harder. He nibbled then bit her tits. He pinched her nipples, nearly tearing them off in the process. Sharon moaned and tried to scream but the gag stopped it from fully escaping. His fingers that were once on her cunt penetrated her fully. One finger, then two, then three…

He had something more to fuck her with he thought. His cock yes, but he wasn’t going to degrade himself to shoving his cock in her. She was for his pleasure in other ways. He looked around the car. Had he remembered to bring it? Ah, yes, there it was in his side door. How would Sharon enjoy this, he wondered. His shop teacher thought he was just practicing his skills on the lathe with some useless piece of wood he’d give to his mother. Not so.

wooden dildo

She was watching him now and the look in her eyes was better than he had anticipated. Her accompanying muffled screams were like music to his ears…

Wicked Wednesday

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After Hours ~ Katie

Please welcome my beautiful friend Katie with her first guest post. I’ve been trying to get her to agree to let me post something of hers for a while and she finally agreed! Her exact words were, “Stella, by all means you may post anything of mine on your blog. You may also link it back to my profile. It may help me with some feed back as to how I can improve.” I would like to post more of her writing, so let’s all show her some love and constructive criticism. Thank you Katie, so very much, for this privilege.

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Her cell phone buzzed, it was only 08:25, and a new message appeared. It simply read, “You are going to be spanked this evening”. Immediately she felt her internal muscles clench. Another message followed, “Prepare for it”. This order caught her totally off guard. Prepare for it??? No one had ever asked her or told her to prepare for a spanking before. This was truly a first. She racked her brains. How the hell does someone prepare themselves for a spanking that’s going to happen 11 hours from now? She was lost in her thoughts of all the possibilities.

The sudden ping of another message brought her back to reality. The texting became fast and furious… “I’m enjoying the prospect of reddening your derriere. The sight and sound of leather on your ass”. “The colour progressing from pink to crimson and feeling your increasing wetness”.  “Bending you over the oak meeting table at the office.”

She sat back in her chair, licked her lips and grinned. Oh my God, she said out loud. She was getting so excited staring at the message. She didn’t hesitate. Her tea-cup didn’t stand a chance now in her trembling hands. After placing it safely on the dining room table, she continued to follow the messages. The last order rang out. “Be properly ready at 7:00.”

She sat dumbfounded shaking her head. Not only was she going to be spanked, she was going to be spanked at his office. Holy shit! Her thoughts took off like a freshly disturbed bees nest. Questions flooded her left right and center. Where was his office?  Would there be anyone around there at that time of night? What about surveillance cameras? What if they got caught? She took a deep breath in and out and tried to control her rapid breathing. Slow down, she told herself. She knew it was going to be a difficult task keeping focused at work for the rest of the day. Her mind kept drifting back to the simple order, “Be prepared”.

Thankfully the day went quickly for her at work and when she was done she hurried home. Her stomach was already fluttering like a butterfly conservatory so she by skipped dinner. She headed straight to the shower after flinging her uniform into the nearby hamper. Two points, she said giggling to herself. The warm water cascading down her body felt so nice. Lathering up her loofah she cleansed herself from head to toe. She took one last squeeze of the scented shower gel into her wet hands and began to pay special attention to her mound and nether lips. Oh the thought of getting off right then and there in the shower suddenly crossed her mind, but she resisted. She had to remain a “Good Girl” for him.

The weather outside had changed drastically and forced her choice of attire to as well. She had planned on wearing a skirt and top, black bra and matching black lacy thong, along with her black thigh high silk stockings and heels. Since it was cold and pouring rain she settled for a simple but tasteful black studded blouse and pants. Her cell phone pinged at 6:45.  A simple question appeared, “Are you suitably prepared”?  She responded to the text message then waited nervously in her chair.

He arrived promptly at 7:00 and proceeded to drive her to his office. Good thing she had worn her trench coat, otherwise he would have been able to see her knees shaking with anticipation underneath. Once inside the office he gave her a grand tour that ended at the large meeting room. She immediately shivered when she saw the oak table. He didn’t miss a thing as he questioned her if she was cold. He ordered her to get undressed, to remove everything except her thong. He had no idea how truly self-conscious she was. He sensed her hesitation and proceeded to undress her himself, teasing her by saying that he hadn’t planned on doing all the work himself. Once undressed she stood in front of him with her arms crossed against her chest. All the office lights were off except for a small lamp by the main entrance. This provided just enough light into the board room.

Once positioned, bent over the oak table with legs spread apart, the session began. Each implement he had packed was introduced to her delicate bottom. The sensations rang out. The heat and fire spread throughout her as he worked her bottom over for a good hour. She was embarrassed as her excitement “tell tales” dripped onto the carpet below. He had brought her to the edge then finally sent her over it. She cried out in the throes of passion. She was beyond the point of no return as she climaxed, soaking his hand.

Before redressing and heading home she honored him by allowing him one photograph of her freshly spanked bottom.

Once home safe and sound and ready for bed her cell phone pinged. He was just checking on her, making sure that she was ok with everything they had shared tonight in his office. Once satisfied he left her a final text, “Maybe some nice parallel welts could be in store in the future…….”

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Please welcome Kayla Lords with her first guest post. She says she started her blog because she wanted to learn how to cum and to do that, she needed to masturbate, which she also had to learn how to do. Her blog focuses on many things now, from Dominance and submission to erotica, from masturbation to trying to make it as a single mom. When she thought about her blog and how she’d want to represent it to a new audience, she felt she had to go with the topic that started it all – masturbation. Thank you, Kayla, for sharing this story with us.

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The first time I cum is simply a warm-up. Heat emanates from deep inside, a sticky wet heat.

One finger, then two, hooked, pressing into my g-spot. I feel the pressure building, the desire rising. My hips raise off the bed to meet my hand. It’s right there, the orgasm. A stroke, two, more of my clit, and my body convulses. The orgasm takes my breath away.

My hand never leaves my lips. A moment passes; I dip my finger in. Soaked in my own sweet, creamy cum, I smile. Time for number two.

I touch my clit, basking in the slick feel of my own fluids. My finger glides over it effortlessly. That soft touch sends sparks shooting through my body. Circling, over and over again, I pant and whimper into the dark room. The next orgasm begins to build. The pressure overwhelms me as I frantically rub my clit. I thrust my pelvis forward as I gush and squirt into my hand, splashing my thighs.

Never satisfied, I need more.

Lightly, I circle my clit, barely touching it. I moan at the burning desire filling my body. My finger skims across the peak at the top of my clit. Barely, barely touching it. I whisper, “Oh, oh, oh” with each circle I make. The desire simmers beneath the surface, rising slowly, inch by inch.

Lacking in patience, I swirl my fingers across the slick hood, pressing down fiercely. I feel the release deep within me as my body shakes and quivers from the force of my orgasm.

I pull my fingers out of my cunt, smiling at the milky oozings I’ve created. If not for the need of sleep, I would keep going.

I am insatiable.

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