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Month: August 2011
New podcast up! “Happy Birthday”
“Wanna?” I ask Will.
He shrugs, eyes still focused on the computer screen. If I want to get laid, I’m going to have to work for it.
I leave Will gazing at his laptop and head for the bedroom. Opening the dresser, I dig out a pair of black fishnets. I pull them on, ripping the crotch wide open. I rifle through the closet, looking for the tiny black skirt I know he likes.
“Are you looking for something sexy to put on?” he calls out hopefully from the next room.
“Maybe,” I answer.
I search the closet for the black skirt another moment, then give up. Instead I find a silky black slip from the dresser that I’d forgotten about. I squeeze into a black lace bra that threatens to heave my tits overboard. My hair, released from its bun, falls in soft black waves against my shoulders. I feel like a pin-up model, maybe one of the Vargas girls. This will certainly do. Continue reading
New podcast up! “Haven’t you ever wanted two girls at once?”
New podcast up! “I’m done with talk…”
Mister smacks me across the mouth.
“Behave,” he says. “You’re really being a fucking brat.”
Tonight we aren’t playing. I’m really resisting him, but I don’t know why. I’m spoiling for a fight and I want to push back. Something deep in me feels poisoned, twisted. Storm clouds are brewing and I don’t want to stop it.
“What’s your safeword? Do you remember it?” Mister asks. He’s not sure what’s going on with me, this is his way of checking in.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Well, what is it?” he squeezes my face, hard. I can already picture the bruises forming under his fingertips.
“Orange. Fucking. Crush.” I spit every word out as if I’m offended. I am. I know what I want.
“Do you want to use it now?” he tries to ask me as evenly as possible. A hair’s edge of tension creeps in around the edges.
“No.” I turn away from him.
“Knees, now,” he orders.
I take my time. Exasperated, he wrenches my arms behind my back, binds my hands, then shoves his entire cock in my mouth. I bite down against his flesh. Not hard, but with enough pressure to make him flinch. I wince as he firmly smacks my face. Stars bloom before my eyes, my ears ring. Continue reading
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