I did it. E book via library 'cause I'm cheap like that but also a minimalist; I won't purchase a book unless I absolutely must covet and one I will reread. 50 Shades of Grey. DV had sent me a link to a scene in the movie 50 Shades Freed-playroom. Fascinating. Titillating. Our conversation was already hot, however this definitely tipped me over. 125 million sold thought I'd give it a go.
Forty something pages in and my high hopes were crashing when I noticed my mind preferred to wander from Mr. Christian Grey and Miss Steele's first meeting to when I met DV; now that was hot. Granted I haven't finished reading, even getting to the good bits, but just seems like a typical story. Rich, powerful guy meets naive malleable young girl. I, before knowing this, had a fantasy of DV reading this to me. Nope. He deserves his own work to read. Fuck he could just read anything to me, that voice, his sound, and the confidence in his voice is what does it for me. 'Cause I'm all about that bass. I'm really trying to stick with the book, maybe I could take a mini vacation from the cold I've been dealing with and get worked up enough by the book to break one off. 52 pages and I can't hold my want to write, in any longer. I get up, it's dark in the house, grab my laptop and I turn the dining light on to dim, mood lighting if you will. Bra less, just a large yellow t shirt and undies, I plant my ass on a small blanket on the chair- chair is cold and in case I work up an excitement. I'm thinking what could he read. Is there work from a man's point of view, I feel like the 50 Shades is obviously written by a woman for women even without me knowing the author is female. It would have to be from a man's perspective to a woman, telling me what I like. Even though it's for a woman it's to come from a man if this makes any sense. In my head it makes sense so that's that. Now I know perfectly well I am putting WAY too much thought into this, into any of this but this is my fantasy. When the heat increased between us, I knew I was going to fucking run with this, here's me running. I haven't spoken to him in days and wish I had recorded audio because I feel like the memory and fantasy of this is the thing that is keeping DV's voice in the forefront of my mind. I'm so hoping that wasn't the last of the play. And quite frankly maybe I fucking scared him, I've been told I am too much. Ssshhh you're too loud. You're too wet. You're a handful. Too excited. A little too aggressive. Yet he was the one that scared me. Back to my too much thought. Just realized, impossible to have a man's perspective to a woman using her words. It's here somewhere I can feel it. The double talk was hot because I wasn't sure at first, I mentioned to him FO76 needed a blushing emoticon. Blushing and biting my lip. He somehow knew when I was biting my lip. Biting my lip from nervousness, and to keep my quick excited inhalations quiet. But he knew. He kept playing. He knew what to say, how to say it and when to say it. He knew I couldn't say too much and I had to find rated G ways of responding to him because of my small house. Making me squirm, he was getting something out of this also? He said my voice worked him up. Whelp that made my breathing harder and deeper to turn him on as much as he was turning me on; I'm not selfish. He said it was "cute" (so enjoy that) when I was trying to find ways of responding to him that wouldn't give any hint of what was being said on his end. It was the compilation of his voice, things he was telling me and my inability to respond; that was provocative. Sultry. His seduction. This reading, I would want to have him give or me to create for pleasurable fantasy would for one be of me not being able to respond like I'd like to or freely. A smirk just now crosses my face and I can feel an instant flush as I had an idea. My imagination is a beautiful thing. I just envisioned him talking to me, in game. Maybe in mid sentence of some arbitrary gaming conversation we are having, and without skipping a beat he just says, "Now this is how it's going to go. Little response from you, little noise coming from your mouth. What you say can't be blatantly sexually obvious in return. Even if you are alone and can tell me how much you'd like for me to fuck you. If this is broken, you will be punished." Okay wow. I have to say so myself, that is some hot shit right there. I can totally see him saying something like this. He has a commanding vocal presence. Even my laptop is heated, the whir from the fan is a bit loud and rude. Punishment. I have not a clue. I'm going to go marinate on this...and this statement I'm going to imagine him telling me in his delicious manner. I see my blanket was in fact needed. *eta I went back to proof read this time, and fucking fuck that shit I fantasized he would say just made my mouth drop and cheeks blush up just like he did when he first started double talking me up. Until on the flip, pull it to the side, keep it up and stay slow~
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d let's talk about dic pics- I applaud the confidence but tread lightly on this. Unless absolutely certain you've got yourself a pretty penis just don't take the chance and ruin the fantasy. Although, on the flip side, we should be able to see your cock prior to committing to anything.
DV has kindly bestowed upon my eyes a couple of fine phallic pics. Yes I could've been phallic-phished but it's part of this fantasy package; I, more excited than a kid on Christmas morning, have happily opened. Now that is a pretty penis. I have come across a few in my adult life and with those I take extra oral pleasure in caring for them. He could easily have whipped it out and my panties would have burned up on the spot. The image of his delectable cock seared into my mind is what would get me started if I wasn't able to hear his voice. I would love to taste my pussy on that. I want to take my tongue and caress his cock from tip to base. With tongue guided pressure I want to feel every ripple, every detail on his shaft. Back. Front. Licking like a much needed and deserved sweet lollipop not wanting to waste any tasty part. Making it wet with my saliva. Sloppy girl. Lick up. Lick down. Pop the tip in my mouth. Gentle suction as I pull back, out of my mouth. I want to look up and see his face, his eyes, a smile for me to continue. A smirk escapes me; I'm not waiting for his approval to continue, I'm taking this. I'm not passing this fine cock up. And balls. I love some handsome balls. Some hair or no hair I love cupping. Letting them fill my small soft hands. I want him on his back. On the bed. Pushing him back I stand there eyes locked, slide out of my jeans leaving my boho hippie shirt on. I slowly climb the bed taking a prowling position. Trying to slow my eager pounce, I gently take a firm hold of his cock. Feeling the girth, fighting the urge to climb up and slide down on him, I instead lean down and begin to lick. Long stroking licks. Wet. From the base, slowly up to the ridge. I love to run the tip of my tongue slowly along and around the ridge. Then cup my mouth over his tip. Smooth slightly wet. Slowly taking more of him in my mouth, I go down further past the ridge down more of his shaft. I slowly start to pull back with some slight suction, my mouth comes up off his cock. I straddle his legs at his thighs, he can feel the heat from my pussy on his skin. I want to play with him and tease myself. I crawl up to kiss his neck. Scoot down and kiss his chest, flicking his nipples with my wet tongue. My hands follow, on his shoulders pushing him firmly down. My hands on his chest, down to his stomach. Licking around his navel, the tip of my tongue making circles I can feel the heat of his cock under my neck brushing up against me. Eager for my wet, hot mouth to return. I want to just drink all of him in. Savor him. Every inch. I scoot down and place my self in a leaning over crouched position to the right of him, his right. With my left hand I firmly hold the base of his cock while my right hand in between his thighs gives a small tap to signal I need him to spread his legs a bit more. Complying, he slides his legs a bit more wide. I now have space to get in between. I cup his warm balls. Temperature is rising both of our flesh is warming up. Breaths deepening. My tongue starts to lick his inner thighs. Hot breath. My mouth moves back to his cock. I can't take much more. With my closed mouth, I have the tip of his hard cock part my lips open. Slowly inserting the tip I'm ready to take him in. As much of him. Lips past the ridge, my fingers slowly trace up and down his vein on the upper side of his cock. Throat relaxed, I slowly go down deeper. I remove my left hand and stick it down my panties to feel how wet I am. I place my pussy juice wet hand back on his cock, lubing the base and gripping slightly tighter. Moving my hand up and down more rhythmically, my hot mouth matched the up and down action. Taking him in, down deep then slowly pulling back creating a suction. My pussy is hurting now. All I can do is slide my hand down my panties and reach for my clit. Moans escape, not sure from whom but breathing is heavy. I want so badly to slide my wet pussy down on top of him. But this cock I just want my mouth all over it. I want my warm mouth to make him cum. I want my tongue to make him cum. I want the taste of salt from his cum to slide down my throat. Bent over him I spread my legs a bit wider, circling my slippery clit with my fingers, hearing his moans as my mouth and hand are moving rapidly in succession. He's close. His body is tightening. His delicious voice telling me he's going to cum. I moan back. I'm close too. My legs shaking, thighs tightening, my heart is pounding, my breath is momentarily held. Trying to keep pace and not lose focus on his hard so close to cumming cock, my wet pussy quivers-climaxing. While feeling my aftershocks I can feel as he shoots a hot load in my mouth, down my throat. Salt. Happy cock. Happy girl. I delicately remove my hand and pull back my mouth off from him. Easy. Don't move too much. Breathe a sigh of relief. Pretty dick pic-yes please and thank you. Until on the flip, pull it to the side, keep it up and stay slow~
AZ Yet "Last Night" a good 'oldie'...
The day after. Every nerve in my body was alive. I pulled tight my seat belt because the taut pressure around my hips felt good. The belt laying across my chest was purposefully placed across breast smashing it; my nipples were wanting to be caressed. (now some SoMo "We Can Make Love") The sun shining on my skin felt warmer, every spot on my body was warmer. Kept licking my lips, slowly, hypnotically, transfixed how I suddenly am aware how many sensations I was experiencing just in that very act. Fabric from my clothes touching my skin, I could feel every part of my body. It's as though my body was coming back from a numb state, when your foot falls asleep-the tingles everywhere. Awake. (SoMo "Ride") Wishing I was in my Jeep topless, doors off just flying down the highway pushing it, the wind in my hair and the sun warming up my body. The day after was something else. Swimming in the delicious thoughts about last night and the awakened sensations my body was experiencing the next day felt like a cosmic cuddle. The yummy cuddle after a love making session, two hot wet bodies intertwined while breaths are being caught. Captivated but not crazy caught up. (The Weekend "Earned It) Mindful moments. No jumping ahead, no looking into tomorrow, just feeling, this feeling now. Experiencing it. Allowing the sensations to ebb and flow. Come. Go. Fill me up and release. Master'd myself three times that day. Have to say it was more difficult to cum, my body was not wanting a quick release. I needed someone, him, move up slow on me. Needed to be touched every inch not just the usually spots but to find new spots as my skin this day was super sensitive and open to play. Here I'd break to break me off a piece I may later-but it's a slow mo day a cold virus has unfortunately entered me. Boo. Until on the flip, pull it to the side, keep it up and stay slow~
"My mind's telling me no, but my body is telling me yes." R. Kelly Bump and Grind
Had to finish this up with this song. Back. I couldn't help myself while he was talking, who knows what the fuck he was saying I was paying more attention to how he was making me feel and how badly I needed a release. His voice. Him saying panties, jeezuz him just saying, "You're too cute." was working me into a quivering state of desire beginning to hurt unless I came. I think after my escaped moan he realized what I was doing. I took a slow deep breath in and open mouthed a breath out softly saying I had to move to another room. I know myself well enough. I get worked up, the world gets tuned out, blinders on and I'm just focused on the pleasure, forget where I am and my soft whimpers become moans. Moans are starting to become louder. I took my hot ass to the kitchen. Fitting. Knees to the floor one hand on the oven door handle and the other feverishly reaching for my clit. I didn't want him to stop talking. He began telling me what he'd do to me. It was pushing me over. So wet. I was quickly close to cumming. I'm better at holding back and waiting-I'm not selfish and usually I'm the last. But what he was putting on me was making it too hard for me to hold back. At this point I was hoping he was working himself I wanted to hear him cum soon 'cause I was getting closer to climax. If just normal everyday vocabulary would stir something in me then I was in for it when he let go and started telling me what he would do, what I liked. My moans increasing with pace, rhythmically keeping up with my fingers that was circling and pressing my hard clit. I was so close to cumming for him. From him. I just imagined him coming up behind me, pressing himself up against me. Just tipping. His thighs pressed up against mine. Making me beg while grinding myself up against him. Rimming. Making me push up on it trying to get him to get inside me already. With his one hand on my hip, his other hand hits gently the inside of my shaking thigh to indicate for me to open. Spread my legs wider. He's coming in. I can then imagine just the tip of his hard massive cock going in slowly. Pulled out. Tease me. Then just plunged in, satisfying my throbbing pain a need for him to fill me. Fill me up. My thoughts, his voice. I'm so close. Legs shaking more. My hand is tightly around the oven handle. I can't hold this back any longer. Breaths now deep and fast. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. A last moan leaves me as my body tightens, knowing in a matter of seconds I'm cumming. I have to keep my mouth quiet. I'm going to cum so hard. Body shaking so hard the oven is shaking and I give zero fucks, I'm riding this all the way to the end. Wish I could have been riding his hard cock. With that thought, over the edge, down the blissful waterfall of a feeling that is indescribable, no words. No words to describe an intense orgasm. My body and it's after shocks still kept cumming, takes a rare instance for multiple orgasms from me and here I was. Making my oven shake. Literally. I thought I was going to rip it from the wall. Soon after I can hear his intensity building, that alone was getting me going again. But I came so hard I was getting raw, I wished I could have gone again. Sighs and aftershocks my body still in quivering recovery. Don't move. Don't touch. Just stillness. I think I giggled like a school girl as I wondered if there was a name for what had just taken place. We weren't on the phone so it wasn't phone sex. It was fucking intense. If you'll excuse me, well you already know ;)
Starting this session with some N2Deep "Back to The Hotel"
I carved some time to write, free from responsibilities and just flow. I can usually put headphones on and tune out my house but this session requires, no deserves it's own special time and place. Also to add, I'm waiting permission to post, if you are reading this then it was granted. Felt like if someone was writing about me, well good shit at least I would like to read and know what was being said. I have no other plan if not, guess I could have kept this to myself but would have been weird if somehow he found out. No matter, I dance like that someone special is watching and write to release the pressure. Our game session was alone; to turn it up and be silly my character removed her clothing wearing just bra and panties- huh ohh the way he says, "panties". As mentioned before it's really yummy and spell binding. Magically my own wants to remove its self. I kept saying, "Come again?" Pretending to not have heard just to get him to repeat, "panties". He's smart he quickly caught on to what I was doing. He complied repeating, "panties" but in heavy breath. Stereo headset, it feels as though he was behind me. Time again magically flew by- so maybe after two to three hours later- the conversation not only was sexual in nature but something changed. Breathing louder maybe, but at the same time a thick heavy silence in between breaths started to take place. That quiet silence right before a first kiss. The talk was getting sexier like personal preferences. I popped off my right headphone and realized I was getting louder; my inhalations slower. Deeper. Exhalations open mouthed, quicker and the quiet noise released sounded shaky. My house is small and I do not want to wake the house and ruin this alluring moment. I tried to keep it quiet. I'm not a quiet one. If I feel a certain way I will use my voice, the fuck especially if I'm left speechless. I figured at some point what was about to transpire would eventually take place. Just surprised at my readiness to dive right in. I had master'd myself five times earlier in the day taken aback how I was ready for more, needed more. The day before I broke my vibrator in the shower thinking about his voice. Later I had to succumb to my beast plug in back massager dying to get off -my fingers weren't strong or thick enough. As I started to get lost in his voice, he could actually just read to me, 50 Shades was suggested. My hand left the controller and moved back to a much needed area. As if being controlled, my hand found the top of my waist band. Not saying anything to him about what was transpiring. About to transpire. Needed to transpire I pulled a blanket over my lap in the event the house woke up. I slid out of my pants, kept panties on (love it to be teased through them, even pulled to the side and fucked in). The soft yellow blanket now caressing my bare thighs giving me protected permission to continue. I needed to feel how wet I was becoming. My panties were soaked, I couldn't take this, my hand drifted down pressing on top the mound of Venus, which is the pubic mound that sadly doesn't get as a much needed attention. The gate keeper has to be flirted with before opening up and letting you through. Pressure applied my fingers descended down spreading my lips reaching my erect clit. Eager to feel breath, a lick, his finger anything of him. My thighs shaking now my inner muscles throbbing and vibrating, I ventured further down sliding my fingers inside me. I felt the suction as my muscles pulled and tightened around my fingers. Fuuuuuccckkkk felt soooo good to hear his voice while doing this. I'd prefer a live performance but I will work with this. When my fingers popped in I felt a moan escape my throat and told him to not stop talking; I think at this point he realized what I was doing. (50 Centy Candy Shop now playing. Took a pause to cum hard) permission granted I'll finish this off later... |
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