Desperation

[Ok, so this isn't the MOST relevant picture, but it's hot and something that would be nice. Plus, there's a dildo in it...]

I don't have a dildo. You may have noticed a lack of masturbation entries, this might be why. That, and I get thoroughly fucked so much that I don't really need it.

Well, I needed it this week. Badly. So very very badly that I broke his rule and touched myself.

Probably because of the reverse psychology, but, whatever. We ended up dirty texting and I desperately searched the house for SOMETHING to impale myself on.

I found a bottle of acidic facewash. No.

I contemplated the bottles in my room, but they wouldn't fit; comfortably or otherwise.

A lot of things too small, a lot were too big. Wrong shape, awkward corners....

The best I could come up with were the wooden dowels my brother had laying around for a project. The shortest was about 3 feet long, and they were an inch or so in diameter.

Like I said, I was desperate.

I stripped my bottoms and laid on the bed, carefully maneuvering the dowel to my dripping pussy. I worked it in, keeping it mostly inside the entire time, my fingers on my clit.

I jerked my body more than my fingers, between the pressure on my clit and the weight in my cunt I was immediately on edge.

For some reason my mind flew to the last time I was half naked in this bed, when he was between my legs. Tongue flicking my clit. Reliving all the sensations, in addition to the ones I was giving myself, I careened over the edge. Just enjoyed the orgasm, the afterwaves, and the glow I get from cumming when I need it so badly.

Something About This Bar....

It makes me hot. I'm at my house, stuck for a week, and I need sex, badly.

What do I think of first?

The shower, hehe. And his dick in my mouth. But then I remember....he's at work. At the bar. And I want him in that bar, so bad.

Primping before we leave. Showering, lotioning, and slowly slipping on my underwear with him watching. Picking out the most easy access, skin showing clothes. Driving with him, giving him my sex eyes...rubbing his cock through his jeans, making him want me before he walks in the door.

As I sip on my soco & diets, I lean across the bar-emphasizing my generous cleavage. When he walks around the bar cleaning up, I swivel around flashing him some panty as he looks right up my mini skirt.

He walks toward me without thinking, pressing himself into me as he leans down for a kiss. I envelope his hardening cock with my smooth firm thighs, and pull his neck toward me to kiss him deeper.

As we talk I encourage his erection absentmindedly, stroking it hard and unzipping his pants. My eyes dart around, checking that nobody can see, then pull his cock out and stroke it more. Licking my forefinger and thumb, I rub the head with the silky lube my mouth created.

My saliva on his hard cock now, I crave to have my mouth on it. I can barely keep myself from bending down and taking it between my soft, wet lips. Caressing it with my tongue, probing the tip and lapping the underside. The thick shaft entering my throat.

I can't. It drives me wild to have to behave, to limit my libido to lusty looks.

Just once I want to be alone, to have him kiss me deeply and then lift me onto the bar. He'll kiss his way down my body and eat my cunt, drive me to a screaming orgasm. Shake my legs around his face.

I love his tongue on me. He drives me wild. Knows all the right spots and takes me there.

I want to go out with him, to the bar. Have some drinks and get woozy. Climb down and hide under the table, sucking him off quickly.

Run down to the basement, the liquor room, and have him pull my skirt off and fuck me hard and fast while I'm bent over a shelf. Pull me back onto him while I bit on my arm to keep from screaming. He'll cum inside me...it'll drip down my leg as we head back upstairs.

Right now...

Right now I want to be alone in the house.

Right now I want to be in my bed, naked.

Right now I want to have a vibe on my clit. A really powerful one.

Right now I want to cum so hard I can't move.

Right now I need something in my pussy. Don't care what.

Right now I want a cock in my mouth, in my face, in my throat.

Right now I want to sleep.

Prince Charming Does Exist

Ladies, stop thinking Prince Charming is a perfect knight in shining armor with impeccable taste, wonderful manners and exists purely for you. We don't want brainless homosexual slaves. We also aren't perfect ourselves, and definitely aren't the stereotypical princesses.

"Price Charming" is a man who fits. Who listens to you, cares what you think, and respects you. Everyone will fight...disagree...and make mistakes. This is what makes us human, unique, interesting.

It takes a little compromise to discover the royalty in each of us. By acting like a "princess" to a man, you can discover the prospective "prince" inside of him. If, in response to your "princess" you get a frog, dump him. You deserve better.

Now, I don't mean to get all "Sex and the City" with this, but I have a point. Through the blogging/twitter community I've found a few people who fit into this description. I'm with my Prince Charming, but that doesn't mean the other men I meet are any less of one!

One in particular was the reason I began my blog. He is...passionate. Concerned. Caring, dedicated, focused, and one of the best friends I've had. When you need him, this guy is there. He is incredibly intelligent and creative at the same time, an unbearably sexy combination that's dangerously attractive when combined with cute, clever comments, flattering well-thought compliments and a great sense of humor. From thousands of miles away he'll make you want him, and then treat you with such respect you'll beg him not to.

This Prince Charming is my mentor, friend, advisor, and supporter. You'd all be lucky to know him :D

Wanting You Wanting Me

Ok, so at this point I realize there are a few people reading my blog (thanks!) and I've heard from a few of them. I LOVE hearing from you guys! Knowing I'm turning you on turns me on, and that helps me write more :)

This is my proposal. Readers write me (either comment or e-mail) with stories/fantasies that result due to my blogs and others. I love meeting new people, drop me a line and we can get to know each other ;)

Have a good weekend all!

*star*

Not My Dream, This Time

He had a dream about me.

We go every other week not seeing each other, and the weeks we're apart I fantasize more/blog a lot, and he has naughty naughty dreams. Usually wakes up, reads my blog, and imagines fucking me and cumming inside me.

He told me he had a dream last week, but wouldn't give me details. Said he had to show me.

Last night, he read my blog and remembered his dream. Asked if he could show me. I love new experiences, especially sexual ones, and I love sharing dreams and fantasies with him. Of course I said yes.

He put a pillow over my face, blocking my view of his actions. The bonds on the bed were moved around, and he fastened my ankles with cuffs from behind my head. My legs were spread, raised, and my pussy fell apart, starting to water.


My wrists were tied under my legs; I couldn't move. He probed my ass with his dick, pushing in and then pulling out.

He wanted my pussy today. Wanted to take it, it wasn't to be given. It was something he had to take. Rubbing my inner wall, he barely dipped into me but hit all the right places. Putting his fingers on my clit, I didn't stand a chance.

I went from zero to cumming faster than I ever have before. He'd stop rubbing, start, stop, and start. This drives me wild. Gets me closer, feeling so good, better and better, and then I explode. Contractions got closer, harder, and then release...that lasted forever as he continued playing my clit and fucking my cunt.

Tears were streaming from my eyes as I lost control of my words; my voice. It was amazing, and lasted forever. I could have died perfect at that moment-of sheer pleasure.



Only then did he fuck my ass. Pulled my legs up higher, suspended by the bonds. Pushed my legs together and pulled himself into me. Made me cum so hard I thought for sure I was gushing. My body contracts so hard with those orgasms I was bent in a negative angle.

He gives me every orgasm possible.

And makes me want more...gonna go fantasize about him fucking me more.

[Site for orgasm pictures here. Should visit if girls getting off turns you on.]

Pain, Blood, Rope, and Fucking

He left the outfit on the bed. Just an old pair of tight sweats, a faded t-shirt, and a pair of panties that I haven't worn in years. Underneath it all, I found a blindfold after I had the clothes on.

I was supposed to follow his directions, so I slipped it on. Perched on the end of the bed, waiting for him to come in.

He didn't speak. I heard him come in, but he didn't speak. It made me nervous, hearing him but not knowing where he was; what he was doing. He pulled me to my feet, moving me around the room at his will.

He was getting things ready. What things, I don't know. Suddenly he pulled me to him, lifted me up and roughly threw me onto the bed, violently flinging me. I curled into myself, instinctively pulling my arms to my body. He grabbed my arm and pulled it swiftly to the scratchy rope he had tied to the bed, fastening my wrist securely to it.


Struggling to keep my freedom, I pulled and fought, trying to attack the assailant I couldn't see. He pulled harder, yanking my arm and pinching my skin. He tied me down by all four limbs, and when he was done my skin was raw and burning; my clit was throbbing.

"Gonna try and fight me some more?" he said, slapping me across the face. I whimpered and twisted a little, testing my bonds. He took a handful of my left tit and squeezed, harder and harder until I said "No, no, no more fighting. I promise." He released me, moving away from the bed once more.

I felt his hands on my body, running over softly and then a tug on my pants. Then a ripping sound, as he knifed my clothes off of me.

"Don't wriggle unless you want me to make you bleed," he said in a low voice, concentrating on the fabric he was destroying. I thought about moving, so he'd nick me, but didn't want to force his hand.

He slipped the blade under the crotch of my panties, below my clit and above my pussy. A swift yank and the blade nicked my thigh. The warm blood running down my leg made me crazy, and my pussy gushed with the slick lube I was making in excess. It throbbed...my clit tingled with a ghost of an orgasm at intense thoughts. He slapped his hand into my bare stomach, and I broke.

"Hurt me, slap me, cut me, scratch me...put your hands on me and mark me up."

A sharp blow landed on my body, from my pristine tits to my throbbing pussy. A line was raising up from the leather belt that he struck against me. A half scream half moan escaped me, and my cunt gushed. He leaned down and bit my torso, distracting me before he pushed a thick vibrator into my ass.



I arched, allowing him better access and sighing deeply as it sunk into my ass entirely. He pulled it out and pushed it back in, continuing to torture my body with his mouth and available hand. The bite on my nipple sharpened my desire, an orgasm building already. Suddenly his mouth was on my pussy, his tongue teasing my clit.

Feeling his tongue on me and the vibrations in my ass pushed me over. I was cumming so hard I screamed, begging him to scratch me, hard. His fingernails drew rivers over my skin, breaking it in some places. Blood seeped out, decorating my porcelain skin.

With the vibrator in my ass still, he climbed on me and fucked me. Brought me to the edge and stopped, moving to my ass with his dick.

Fucking my ass with my legs at my face. I grab the vibrator and shove it into my pussy, vibrating on high and fingering my clit. Breathing heavy, moaning, and screaming into the most intense orgasm I've ever had.