I propped my laptop on the edge of my bed, straddling it with my legs. You watched as I slowly undressed, reveling in your gaze. I certainly admired my view of you, naked and erect, grinning like a fool who just won the lottery.

I traced your tattoos with my eyes, taking in the sight of skin, wishing I could rake your bare chest and arms with my nails as we make rough love. I couldn’t resist peaking quickly and powerfully as I fucked myself senseless. I’m an exhibitionist on my stage: watch me as I buck and purr for you, daddy.

I came for you in my most vulnerable state. Grief-stricken and lost, I knew I had you and your desire to pull me through my troubles. I needed your appreciation and adoration. Being able to play for you brought such sweet joy.

I could have cried upon seeing the love in your eyes. The way you blew me kisses and thanked me for sharing myself with you emphasized the chasm that preceded that moment. I was selling myself short rather than demanding for more. We both came intensely and tirelessly such that we rode the waves of pleasure as it swam through our bodies, never wanting it to end, but grinning even when it did.

It opened a new chapter of healing for me, with you at my side throughout. Sometimes it is enough to fulfill a role for each other, for the time being. But I look forward to the possibility of it becoming more someday. xoxo

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What is Erotic?
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Fall From Grace

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Poetry

The Dark Place

Green fingernails trace the soft pink flesh surrounding pert nipples. The tips stand at attention, which is also what they crave. These nipples desire pain. Sloppy, wet, tooth-inducing pain.

Show me your teeth.

Sharp canines sink deep into my neck, pressing on a jugular such that the pulse presses hard and fast against those hot, full lips entrapping it.

Let me live.

Deliberately slow fingers admire pale flesh, inviting goosebumps to pop up along their journey across the terrain. It’s as though the body responds instantaneously to touch; it quivers and quakes, begging to be touched twice over.

Give in.

The taste of a salty tongue intrigues. A voice unleashes itself into another’s entrance; pleasure is spoken and shared.

 Words.

Thank you, Mr. Payne for another sexy work of art based on an image of me.

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As I pushed the shaft deeper into my mouth, my arousal grew and my panties dampened. I sucked on the tip and barely suppressed my own moans of longing. I craved it. My performance was all for me.

As I lifted my lips off, my tongue lingered. I traced circles and curly q’s on and around the rim. Over and over I engulfed what I could, filling my mouth in a hopeless attempt to sate myself. But satisfied I could not be.

With a long, breathy sigh, I closed my eyes, and tilted my head back. My hand grasped the cool, hard shaft and I gulped down all the liquid that poured down my throat. I swallowed what I could and licked my lips to gather up the droplets that I missed.

I exhaled deeply once I realized I was holding my breath. I’ve enjoyed what I could of this, but alas, both of us are now drained.

A tale of me, drinking a beer. xoxo

Loosely inspired by this week’s prompt: ? + ? = ?; My interpretation is 1 + 0 = 1

Often I imagine sexual fantasies when I am on my own, especially when I become inspired by others. The other night I was drinking a bottle of beer, when a sudden need came over me–I wanted to suck a cock. I didn’t necessarily want to be fucked or loved; I wanted a cock in my mouth for me to taste and enjoy.

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A change of plan

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When He Comes In My Mouth

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Winter

Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part One

Simple

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Pleasure

The Peace of Wild Things

Camping Conquests

Collar & Lead

Eat Me

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The End of The World – Almost

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A Story For Sir

“I can’t,” she insisted, knowing her body better than he. It was either honesty or she’d fake it. Sometimes she wondered if he preferred the latter.

He looked slightly surprised but did not push her further.

“Any way I can help you along?” His eyes shiny and expression sincere.

She suggested cuddling and kissing. She wanted to feel the length of his figure against hers, warming her skin from the crisp air. His hands trailed her curves in adoration.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” she murmured in agreement, a smile grew, enveloping her dimples. “So are you darling.”

He wrapped his arms around her, to be kind and cradle her breasts. They were rather heavy so the support was appreciated–not to mention that the task pleased him almost as much as coming did.

They enjoyed the simple closeness of their intertwined bodies as they talked about less interesting things. xoxo

Partially confused, I wondered what the next move of his lips and tongue will be. Trying to anticipate his actions didn’t work and I am left feeling disappointed he doesn’t try to taste my throat or swallow my tongue. As we part, his attention remains transfixed on me. I am his if I let him have me.

My curves are graced by his adoring hands, he rubbed my crotch as if reading my mind, making me wet, drenched with the guarantee of being satisfied. If I allow it.

Then he sits back down, insistent I sit on his lap even though his legs are slightly parted. I feel his bulge welcoming me; its presence arouses me further until I nearly want what he wants. I resist. I only want teased, this time.

His attempts at worshiping my bare ass prove fruitless; I control this game. He pouts but still pets me through my layer of clothing. Perhaps he is trying to entice me through his handiwork, I think; nevertheless I relish in it and glean all the enjoyment I can get from his rubbing. I’ve missed foreign hands.

Once we get up for the last time he stands behind me, pressing my ass against him. I imagine we are grinding to an imaginary song we both hear. He whispers into the nape of my neck as he cups my breasts. I ignore his plea and reel in arousal.

He glorifies my body, heralding it for the beauty that it is. But I won’t let him see me exposed just yet. While he may perceive this delay as suffering, I much prefer this slow, agonizing path to heightened pain and reward.

Nothing like bringing in the new year with a kiss. And a tease. xoxo

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First read Kitten in the Tub Part 1.

Daddy strokes her hot pussy, petting her clit as he pushes two fingers into her. Kitten purrs; she is his now. He notices her legs quivering slightly from the pleasure he gleans from her cunt. She half-squats for Daddy, holding onto his free arm as he slowly teases her into submission.

“Piss for Daddy,” he murmurs, rocking his fingers inside her. Kitten fiercely wants him to press her spot, to bring her to orgasm but she first must empty her bladder onto Daddy’s hand. She whines softly as her breathing becomes more labored. In her bent position facing Daddy, she watches his face as she begins to allow a little bit of pee dribble into his hand.

His eyes shine with arousal. His fingers become more urgent; he guides Kitten closer to the edge as her hot piss rushes down his forearm. Daddy begins stroking himself with new-found vigor. The hot scent fills his mind with dirty thoughts, plans of what adventures he wants them to embark upon.

Kitten takes control, slowing the flow and prolonging the sensation. The wave of pleasure surges through her; his meaty fingers urging her to pant, her release pushing her to finish. She leans forward and presses her open mouth on his, her tongue vigorous with need. Sharing their fluids makes her feel closer to him now, she feels more vulnerable. Kitten needs him to care for her, and she needs to come for him.

Daddy feels suddenly more loved by his kitten. He takes his hand from his cock and begins stroking her body, tracing the soft curves of her breasts as he teases her erect nipples. She cooed softly in his ear as she emptied her bladder on him. His fingers gave a final press before he removed his hand from her cunt, half covered in arousal, half in release. Daddy’s eyes watched his little girl’s reaction as he slowly licked every finger clean.  She was both repulsed and aroused by their urine covering each other, but as they caressed, stroked and loved each other, her arousal won out. The kiss they shared was a salty-sweet one, and their desire as fiery as when they first met.

Fucking in the bathtub was imminent but he knows she wants to be clean first, as aroused as she may be, so first he turns on the water and lathers up the sponge. Time to take care of his brave little Kitten. xoxo

~~~~~~

Knowing Daddy was about to phone me, I hurriedly crawled into bed, pulled down my tights and panties, exposing my mound to the cool autumnal air that was seeping through my window. I had some dildos at my side; I was wet with the excitement of my plan. Daddy didn’t know it yet, but this was the first time I’d play and come for him on the phone. I couldn’t wait.

With growing excitement and impatience, I teased my pussy with the smaller dildo by sticking in just the tip. As it rested barely inside of me, I began rubbing my clit slowly just when the phone rang.

“Hello, Kitten. How are you?” The slight hint of his accent always gets me hot.

“I’m fine, how are you Daddy?” I purred, wiggling around on my bed to get comfortable.

“What’s up, Kitten? Your voice sounds… different.”

“It’s nothing bad,” I smiled,  “I’m just in bed, about to play for you.”

“Ahhh…I see. This is your sexy voice.” Daddy said, laughing. Surely there was a twinkle in his eye, a semi in his pants.

I quickened the rhythm of my rubbing, enough for my heart to race. Little sexy moans escaped my lips as I knew Daddy enjoyed them too. I imagined him wiggling as he drove, desperate for a release from the trap I caught him in. We flirted while we talked of possible tomorrows and what I needed to do to myself at the present. I happily pleased myself to tease him; he simply adored it.

“Kitten, I’m almost at work. Daddy needs you to come for him. Think you can do that?” His voice strained but sexy. The arousal was heard in the slight huskiness of his words. I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in his lap, riding him to completion like the good little slut I can be, only for him.

“Yes Daddy.” I breathed, panting. I was too aroused, too worked up for Daddy. The slow build up during the call was just what I needed to push myself to the brink of a big orgasm. I needed this. My pussy was dripping wet, the bigger dildo slid easier in and out of me. I was really working up a sweat from needing to please him, to come for him.

“I’m coming Daddy.” I mouthed at the phone, forgetting he’d only hear my breath exhale in a sharp hiss. I found release with my dildo stuck tight in my pussy, refusing to concede completion. I arched my back with the finish, I clamped my eyes shut as I imagined him ejaculating on me, in me, for me. Daddy was mine.

“Time for chores,” Daddy said. xoxo