Hands

I love roaming hands. Hands with ADD. Hands that can't sit still. Groping, rubbing, grabing, petting, pinching, pulling, tickling, massaging, restless hands. Let your hands wear themselves out on my body.

Lose them in the soft folds of my clothes. Hear me whimper while your hands caress my skin. See I don't just like restless hands, I like eager hands, rough hands, nervous hands, patient hands. Those are the ones that will remember every bit of your body. Every freckle, every crease, and yes your every flaw. Despite that they'll love you anyway.

Experience tells me hands are best enjoyed with a glass of wine and John Mayer playing in the background. Preferably with lots of time on- I mean for our hands. There was a time in my life when I didn't trust hands. But now to the right pair I will expose myself.

Willing to be at their mercy; for good or for bad. I will not deny that hands fascinate me. I'll let you in on a secret; I'm guilty of having roaming hands.

No part of your body is safe from me. Given permission I can likely spend hours memorizing which paths are best to take. What gives you goosebumps; goosebumps that I read like brail. Let your body speak to me through my hands. A language all hands understand.

Taunted, Teased, and Tortured.

"Huh, what was that? What'd you say ragazza?"

"I...I...Mmm...I said you're an asshole."

You had on that smirk. You know the one that just drives me insane. Instinct drives me to kiss it off you face. Not light kisses, but hard ones that leave swollen lips. I was putty in your arms as soon as the alcohol put that evil glint in your eyes. Admittedly it wasn't very long until I found myself with a knee in between my legs and scratch marks down my back.

If you were to have me recall exactly how I got there, I don't know if I could. I might tell you it started with one too many drinks and a fake lip piercing. Which in turn lead to a kiss. From there is was a cocktail of halfhearted refusals and sharp nails.

Somewhere on my bedroom floor is my stubbornness. I'm pretty sure its lying next to my sweats, tanktop, and bra.

"Is something wrong ragazza?" Your Italian accent thick on your tongue.

"W-why would you ask that?" I stutter, confusion displaying on my features.

"Well, your whimpering, that must mean something is wrong, right?"

Confusion is sucked away by embarrassment. Some form of a denial slipped through my lips. All the while clever fingers rub at my clit and a smartass mouth tantalizes my nipples. I was being taunted, teased, tortured, and goddamn if I wasn't loving every bit of it.

No doubt he was getting justice for earlier. I should've bit my tongue instead of telling him theres no way he could be a dom. That he couldn't be good in bed if he tried. Now I'm "suffering" the consequences.
 I was oh so mmm... wrong.

"Oh please please stop." I whine. He's given me so many orgasms I've lost count. The pleasure is borderline painful.

"Stop what princess?" He chuckles.

"I can't take anymore. I'm too s-sensitive."

"Take what?" You ask sadistically.

"You know exactly what I', talking about!" I exclaim.

"Do I?" You taunt me yet again.

My huffs and squirms do nothing to remove your hand from in between my legs. Overloading my system, and forcing me to orgasm against my will. Even when I've finally had a break and actually craving an orgasm, I found that he thought it was hilarious to snatch his hand away at the worst possible moment.

Needless to say, by the end of the night I was a mess.

The bed was soaked, and he and I were both exhausted.

I've found that he has a way of surprising me.

I'm back!

Yes that right. I'm back guys! The piles of shit I've been going through these past couple months have made me step back. Basically I've been trying to get back into life and just live as healthy as possible. To catch all you lovelies up a little I've moved on from a lot of people in my life. In return the Goddess has blessed me with new amazing people.

First of which is my best friend Mon Cher. He's quite the firecracker, gay as all hell, and there's no one I would rather be around every day. Second is Handsome. Well he's my boyfriend, yet he's one of my best friends. He has a way of making me smile that no one else does.

I've also been writing... A lot. About a lot. Hopefully I can share some of that. I also hope to once again entertain the beautiful people who read my tidbits. Not to say life isn't hard, or scary. But life is always hard and scary. I just want to write about it. :) I may never be back to "normal" but I've got some great people who've got my back on my side.

So, yes I'm back.

Always
Blythe

What being a writer means to me

It means never leaving well enough alone.
It means adventures without all the treasure.
It means sometimes I'm just not good enough.
It means never giving up.

It means being alone with voices (known as characters) in my head.
It means seeing the things that are hard to see.
It means saying the things that are hard to say.
It means never, ever, giving up.

It means making someone think
It means making someone cry,
It means typewriters, and keyboards, pens, and paper.
It means never even thinking about giving up.

It means that scrap of receipt you found in the bottom of your purse that you hastily write on at the checkout counter, because you'd never forgive yourself if you forget the way you described her eyes.
It means empty tea cups and half read books.
It means knowing inspiration comes in all forms.
It means never losing hope, and not daring to give up.

It means traveling everywhere in your dreams.
It means having dreams.
It means the smile you get when you've found just the right way to word something.
It means never knowing how to word some things.
It means never in a million years giving up.

It means learning to say "I'm a writer" and not sound like you're still trying to convince yourself.
It means late nights, and lots of coffee.
It means people watching
It means theres always a good reason to never give up.

It means fan mail.
It means being someone guilty pleasure.
It means making a difference.
It means you can not give up.

It means being alone.
It means struggle.
It means knowing that you are just one piece to the world.
It means your lovers will live on.
And sometimes, just sometimes, it means knowing when to put down the pen. When to close your eyes, and just give some things up.

I'm Trying

I swear I am. Its hard to write lately. I know I'll get over it. Heck I wrote on Once Upon an Orgasm just for Daddy. Just need to get back into it little by little. doing it for Daddy no doubt made it easier though. Things have been weird for sure. But I'm trying not to turn this into a blog about a whiny little girl and her problems. I will say this: I have a goal to write something at least erotic related by the end of the week. Well thats all for now, off to bed. I have classes tomorrow.

PTSD

Okay its going to get all emotional up in here just a fair warning. A good friend that I had cared for and trusted greatly betrayed my trust in ways I haven't even started to process. Two Thursday's ago I was raped in my own backyard. There I said it. Well as close as I've been able to come to saying it. I've been falling apart, slipping through my own fingers. I can't sleep, I barely eat, I've been trying so hard to act like nothings wrong and just keep with my normal life. I can't stand being alone because my thoughts inevitably drift back there.

I've lost interest in erotic writing even. It feels like a chore more than a passion at the moment. Little things I do make me think of him, and again I'm back to that place in time. Taking my birth control trips me out, words people say, even making a P, B, & J left me almost in tears. I'm always on alert and freak out when I'm touched and I wasn't aware I was about to be. Hell I punched a friend yesterday cause they jumped out at me. (opps...)

So today I went to the Docs for a follow up on this whole thing. And guess what guys? I have PTSD. So yet another thing I have to find a way to process and deal with. All I want to do is cry and cuddle with Mr. Spiffy and suck on my paci.

I had an amazing five days with Mommy and Daddy ( I'll talk about more in detail when I can) that made me think I had this shit under control, but it just sneaks up on you. Other than all that I have a few complaints (imagine that...)  One: The cop asked my what I was wearing. Yes I'm being serious, he even asked my if I was wearing panties and what kind I was wearing. Two:  He asked me how many times I've had sex in my life. He made me feel terrible for having more sex then socially acceptable. In fact he even said he thinks I shouldn't be having so much sex.

Three: I have one or two friends who know about my being kinky and this incident and the biggest question I've been getting goes something like this "But I thought you like that sort of thing?" OMG OMG OMG OMG. I like kinky stuff I don't like someone forcing himself on me when I obviously said no. Many times.

Think of it like this: you like ice cream don't you? Sure you do! Ice cream is delicious. Now imagine someone prying your mouth open shoving spoon fulls of ice cream down your throat for an hour. Ice cream doesn't sound to good then huh? But wait I thought you liked ice cream? Exactly.

Yeah I really needed to vent I guess. Thanks for listening. Or reading :) Hopefully I'm be back to normal soon.

PAX and Thank yous

I'm excited for PAX! Its come at the perfect time in my life. I need to get away from all this hurt. I leave today, in fact I'm waiting for my ride now XD. Hopefully I'll have lots of pictures, and lots of inspiration for smut. No matter what happens in my life I need to keep moving forward and my smut should never stop flowing through my pen.

I don't know what my internet connection will be like while I'm there, so posts and updates might be pretty scarce for the next five days. But I do have something to say real quick if you'd bare with me. Thank you. What is a writer without his readers? Lonely thats what. Its more than my pleasure to write for you. So thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing up here every once in awhile to read.

Mother knows best

Mother always told me never to trust a man with dirty hands.
His were spotless.
I checked his palms, his long bony fingers, I even checked under his fingernails.
At least I thought so, until his hands kept grabbing me even when I said no.
Gripping, tugging, pulling, forcing.
No. No. No. Please...
Shirt gone.
Bra gone.
Pants gone.
Underwear gone.
Please don't. I don't want this. Please don't.
Tears fall, words fail.
Not strong enough, never strong enough.
I thought his hands were clean! I thought I could trust him.
I look closely.
His hands were never clean. His eyes never more piercing.
I check under his fingernails.
I see the dried tears of many women.
I see begging and pleading.
There shoved tightly in between the cuticles I see a losing battle.
Mother always told me never to trust a man with dirty hands.
I won't make the same mistake again.
After all Mother knows best.

Grrr... Microsoft word can suck it.

You guys can blame Microsoft Word for not having new juicy erotica. It decided to shut down in the middle of a two hour project! Grrr... I'm so frustrated right now. Nothing saved at all. Sigh it was going so well too! *Cuddles with Mr. Spiffy and cries* I need a hug. If I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't have any... Tomorrow I'll try again. Until then I'm going to mourn the loss.

Dear Princess Boo

( In response to my letter. It was just too cute not to post here as well.)

Dear BlytheBaby,

Yes!

I am honored to be your Protector, Teacher and Friend.

Being silly, exhibiting playfulness and caring comes naturally to a Daddy.

Being a big fat meanie is an aspect of my situational sadism!

The (not so innocent) flirtations are just part of who I have always been!

I also will do what I can to be the sort of knight you desire for I have been around the block more times than I care to imagine! And your recent post paints an everlasting smile to my countenance.

I will protect your good name by promoting your prose, uplifting your esteem, building your confidence and hopefully eventually help to participate in, coddle and help fulfill your small secret fantasies by leading you past the bad people and steering you towards the nice ones!.

It is interesting you admitted that we often "see what we want to see." I do this about myself and my persona frequently...and....I get myself hurt doing so sometimes.

But seeing yourself as you wish to be is the first step in making your dreams come true.

I want to teach you everything I know! I want to expose you to new experiences I have practice in. I want to introduce you to all sorts of new and exciting things!

I want to not only teach you how to be the best you can, I will lead by example by showing you ways to think like you never have before. There is not a soul who knows me who doesn't say I think differently- I don't think outside the box, I think inside my very own box!

I fear training you to be a good well mannered girl may be a little more difficult, as I cannot lead by example there. But training you to be a good person is paramount. Manners are not as important as intent, and I already sense you have the right heart. I hope to steer that heart and its heartfelt spirit in glorious ways!

A king? Is there such a thing as a "kink King?" The only ruler you're gonna get from me is the wooden one I place upon your behind when disciplining you! I'll stick to "Daddy" as for my aspirations. But I must admit, sometimes I already feel like a King with the beautiful people already in my life.

You already are PrincessBoo! And the crown is there, it just hasn't been polished. That's what I intend to do!

In anxious anticipation,

DaddyO

A Musicians Words.

She is the finest instrument. 
I always find her well oiled and clean. 
She always sings the most perfect tone. 
I play her religiously, delicately  and with passion. 
The kind of passion that vibrates your soul. 
No, the kind of passion that sets your soul on fire. 
Her song is always one of enthusiasm; she expresses everything fully, without holding back. 
Whether it be anger, sadness or love, and joy.
 I love to pluck her chords in the moonlight.
 It's a precious thing to see the light bounce off her skin and her back bowed.
 Eager fingers coaxing notes from deep within her. 
Sounds of ecstasy escape her throat. 
Her heavy breathing is my rhythm. 
 Her heart holds my beat.
I admit to her being my greatest muse. 
My finest instrument.

Together we make music.

Write Me Something Dirty.

Yes you read that right. I want dirty stories in my inbox. I want your biggest fantasies, your darkest fantasies, everything; at my fingertips. Give me poetry, give me short stories, give me a book (or three). As long as it makes my heart skip and my thighs wet.

I feel like I've read everything there is to read today, and I want more gosh dang it! More then that I want to see what goes through your dirty little minds ;) Come on if you read my stuff theres got to be something good in there! I don't care if your the worlds best author or just like me (A silly sex blogger).

If nothing else send me something to write about! blythe.miller14@gmail.com Come on you know you want me masturbating to your thoughts tonight instead of the other way around!

Pretty Panties.

I clutch at the rack in the ladies dressing room. Knees shaking I try not fall to the floor in a mess. What was going on? All I did was try out a bra and pantie set from the window. But suddenly I felt like there was more to these panties. It’s like something turned on a switch inside me, my clit was swollen and sensitive.

Every movement made the fabric rub against me, causing shivers to go up my spine and gasps to escape my mouth. I could hear moans from the stall next to me. Tori? Unlocking mine I knock on hers not caring that I’m practically naked. The door swings open and I’m being pulled in.

***

It was bright and sunny out. People smiling at us as we walk down a busy street. Looking over I see my bestie Victoria checking out a rather hot guy playing his guitar. For a minute we drool over his tattoos and muscled arms, before falling into a fit of giggles because he had noticed at us. "Oh my god, no way he was single." I gush.

"Of course not, and neither are we." She nudges me. "Remember our goal Katy. We need to wow our boyfriends tonight." We had been planning this for weeks. We wanted to blow our boyfriends minds tonight. We had everything set out. The music was in the player, the wine being chilled, and the condoms were in our bedside tables. Well everything but our outfits...

Which is why we were strolling the streets arm in arm on an early Saturday afternoon. Without saying a word Tori stops walking, staring into what looks like a lingerie shop. "Lets go check that out." She says pointing to an admittedly cute pair of lacy dark green panties and matching bra.

"Sounds good to me. As long as I get dibs!" I shout behind me as I rush into the store. She giggles and runs in after me, very nearly running into the back of me. I quickly look around. Grabbing a set just like the one I saw in the window. Tori grabs a navy blue version.

We both rush into a changing room. I strip my clothes off admiring myself in the mirror. The way my dark brown hair frames my face and falls low enough to just barely cover my breasts. My eyes, dark brown and inviting. I turn loving the way my body is curvy in all the right places.

Finally slipping on the bra I notice a bit of a tingling feeling, but dismiss it as the temperature of the store. Bending down I step into the panties, tugging them up over my bum. Surprisingly they fit perfectly; not to mention how soft and comfortable they are.

Then the tingling feeling was back, but lower. I could feel my core heating up. I don't understand why I was so needy all the sudden. Yet the feeling continued, growing.

I clutch at the rack in the ladies dressing room. Knees shaking I try not fall to the floor in a mess. What was going on? All I did was try out a bra and pantie set from the window. But suddenly I felt like there was more to these panties. It’s like something turned on a switch inside me, my clit was swollen and sensitive.

Every movement made the fabric rub against me, causing shivers to go up my spine and gasps to escape my mouth. I could hear moans from the stall next to me. Tori? Unlocking mine I knock on hers not caring that I’m practically naked. The door swings open and I’m being pulled in.

Before I knew what was going on her lips were pressed against mine. Not even knowing exactly what I was doing, I was kissing her back. Wrapping my arms around her soft waist, while her finger weaved themselves into my hair.

It was like my brain left the building and my clit took its place. We begin grinding on each other. Under the spell of the lingerie we moaned and gasped together. Still it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed to be filled. As if reading my thoughts Tori slipped a hand inside the panties.

 Releasing her breasts from the bra I bent to suck and twirl my tongue around her extremely erect nipple; just as she slid two fingers deep inside me. A moan clawed its way out my throat. I began gasping in time with her thrusting as she finger fucked me. 

It wasn't long before I was on the brink. She sent me over the edge with one last thrust, this time curling her fingers up roughly rubbing my g-spot. Crying out I orgasm around her hand. Clenching and unclenching. Quietly we heard a knock on the door. We opened it to find a saleswoman with a knowing look on her face. 

"I see you found our latest line, wonderful isn't it? I'll check you out when you're ready." She said with a wink. Turning I look at Tori breathless and obviously aroused.

" Call and tell your boyfriend plans are cancelled. Your coming over to my place tonight. I need to return the favor. Many. Times. Over." With that I turned and walked out of the stall. Oh yes this will be the night we planned for and so much more.

How to tell if your shorts are too short in six easy steps!

How to tell if your shorts are too short.

Step one: Find about 20' of rope.

Step two: Tie a hip harness on. Tightly.

Step three: Admire your handy work in mirror.

Step four: Slip on a pair of shorts.

Step five: Check if harness shows in mirror.

Step Six: If it shows repeat step four through six with longer shorts. If it doesn't show congrats your shorts are not to short!

Tie me up.

I have a friend here in Texas, and when talking to him last night we had got onto the topic of tying girls up. Him being a rope lover and me obviously missing out on something I needed to know more. I was able to spend some unexpected time with him today. So here we are driving down the road talking about rope and whatknots (Tehe what knots). When suddenly BOOM homedepot appears. Okay so maybe we were driving by it... Either way in a split second decision we decide to go in and by some rope.

I swear my face was red the whole way in. I had convinced myself they knew exactly what we were buying rope for and to make matters worse we had to ask where it was. Twice. *shudder* Thankfully we were out of there quickly after finding and buying exactly what we wanted. Due to people both at his house and mine we took this little paryt to a park nearby.  First it was just my hands behind my back. Which was very thrilling.

My heart was fluttering. Every touch was intensified. I could feel him brush my skirt as he wrapped the rope around itself. I could feel the nylon rubbing lightly. Admittedly I fell in love with it the moment he made me turn around. Sadly it wasn't meant to last for some kids had saw us. Oops... Quickly we pack up and left to a much more discreet place. Where -drum roll please- I was tied up in my first harness.

It was too much fun! I didn't ever want to take it off. In fact I didn't for a while. We would be driving and abruptly he would reach over and tug either the front or the back of it, leaving me gasping and grinding. Keeping even somewhat normal convo during this is next to impossible. Sigh but it was so worth it in the end. ;)

Yet like all good things it didn't last. I had to go back home, untied. Surprisingly he let me take home the rope, which means for the last hour or so I've been tying myself up all sorts of ways. Even managed to recreated the harness he tied me up in.

Downward view. 

Give me, Give me, Give me!

I want a good ol'fashion mind fuck. You know the kind where he crawls into your head and doesn't leave until you're so wanton, so needy that you don't even remember your name. You don't worry though because Slut seems like a nice replacement. I want to grind against dirty thoughts, and orgasm to commanding words. I want to lay at his feet a begging hot mess. I want him to tell me I don't know what I want. When he finally lays a hand on me its teasing and taunting. So it isn't long before tears are rolling down my face from being denied what I want most at that moment. Theres so much control to be had over a needy girl, I want him to come and steal it. I want so that when I finally get release that I've been groveling for, its from a sturdy hand spanking me. Going SMACK, SMACK, SMACK across my ass. Mmm yes thats what I want  this fine morning.

Night of Quotes.

Just some quotes that have been filling up my post-it notes.

"In truth; the kinkiest book I have ever read was an old school classic work of fiction that was pretty fucked up. It had rape, incest, underage sex, servitude, forced submission, slavery, polygamy, extreme bondage, imprisonment , interrogation, forced impregnation, discipline, punishment, some pretty extreme impact play, and a lot of bizarre supernatural bullshit that just didn't make sense in the story line at all. But enough about my formative years spent in Sunday school and Bible study groups....."

-Master James (Fetlife)

"The good thing about masturbation is that you don't have to get dressed up for it." ~ Truman Capote

"The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting." ~ Gloria Leonard

"Nothing risqué, nothing gained." ~ Alexander Woollcott

"Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time. ~ Anon

"Chastity: The most unnatural of the sexual perversions." ~ Aldous Huxley

 "A dirty book is rarely dusty." ~ Anon.

"Hush, Little Angel, don’t say a word,
Sir’s gonna spank you for the whimper I heard.
And if that whimper turns into sighs,
Sir will push his hands in between your thighs.

And if your thighs begin to spread,
Sir will grab you firmly by the head.
And if that firm grasp starts to slip,
Sir will thrust his dick in between your lips.

And if your sweet lips are too tight,
Sir will make sure they’re exhausted tonight.
And if My Angel wakes up with a grin,
Sir is going to tie you up again. "

~SuddenUrge2

"You have to go wholeheartedly into anything in order to achieve anything worth having." -Frank Lloyod Wright

"She thought of the park and how, like Eve, she couldn’t never return to her little Eden. Still, there were other Edens and other Adams and, in the end, far more apples." -Jack Stratton

"Youth is wasted on the young" - George Benard Shaw

Thats all for now.

If a writer falls in love with you, you will never die.

If a writer falls in love with you, you will never die. If I fall in love with you, I might barrow bits and pieces of your body. Don't worry I'll give them back. Yet you got to admit that girl in the romance story wears your hair just right. The boy's eyes light up his face just the way yours does when you're laughing. That villain will use your "I win", cat-got-the-cream smirk that I love. If I fall in love with you and your missing your favorite pair of shoes it might be because their on page nine being worn by a sexy high school teacher. If that dress I love on you can't be found.

Relax I know just where it is. You can find it being worn to a young girls first prom. If I fall in love with you, you habits will be copied. Yes I know you bite your lip when you needy, so does she. Yeah know how you clean when you nervous? Well he's practically the neatest nervous wreak I've ever written.

If a writer falls in love with you, you will never be bored. You may find me telling you all about the man who siting across from me on the bus. Did you know he use to be a super hero? I might keep odd times. I might disappear into my library for days at a time, don't fret when I return it'll be with kisses and love.

Coffee is my favorite food. My hands change color from peach, to blue, to red, and to black daily. I'll leave love notes for you where you least expect it. I'll sign them with tittles you didn't know I had. Yes I am a professional Googler, thank you for noticing. And when we're alone, and the lights are turn down low I'll spin a tale of naughty girls and naughtier uncles. I'll tell you things that'll make you blush. If a writer falls in love with you. you will never be bored.

That I can promise. I can also promise you will be transferred from story to story long after your time. For if a writer falls in love with you, you will never die.

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Other versions.

Slowly Cumming by Kayla Lords

Kayla Lords never fails to write something worth drooling over. She is a fabulous writer and blogger. If this is doing it for you like it does for me, go check her out. Links below. Kayla says "I spent years not masturbating, thinking I was unable to orgasm. At the age of 32, I discovered how wrong I was. I've discovered a lot about myself in the past year, but I am still amazed at what I can do to my own body..."

I wanted it to last.  I needed it to be intense.  I  had to let off a little steam.

I spent a good hour priming myself - reading about Doms and subs, looking at pictures that seemed more fantasy than reality.

As I walked upstairs, I was already wet and dripping.

I lay down in bed, and my hands caressed my breasts, rubbing my nipples.  I cupped my breasts, feeling their weight in my hands.  I smiled.  He loves the feel of them in his hands. Thinking of his hands on my body, I felt my cunt pulse.

One hand rubbed my nipple, while the other found my hot, wet core.  I pulled my legs up to my chest and dipped my fingers into the liquid heat of my pussy.  I lazily drew circles around my lips.  My free hand pinched my nipples; my hips bucked in response.

Two fingers slipped in to my cunt - not enough.  A third followed, and then a fourth.  I moved my hand in and out, feeling the silky smoothness clamp down around my hand.  I ground my clit into my palm.

"Yesssss!" I hissed.

My hips moved back and forth, pressing into my palm.  I needed satisfaction - now.  But I wanted the anticipation.

I pulled my hand out of my pussy and found my clit.  The hood was slick and silky smooth.  I rubbed my clit as slowly as I could manage.  Long moments passed and I felt the heat, the fire, building in my core. 

 My hand moved slightly faster.  My hips moved in time with my hand.  My head thrashed back and forth.  

My back arched; my legs shook.  Finally, I exploded.  Bright lights shined behind my closed eyes.  My hand was soaked.

Good night to me.

Her blog  http://kaylalords.wordpress.com/

Her twitter http://www.twitter.com/KaylaLords

Update

First things first. I had a short version of I love you like a sister sent to a awesome blog that is basically a collection of many peoples stories. It's posted there so if you want to go check it out click here. http://www.contentexotic.co/running-into-her-room/. Next don't forget me a Kayla Lords are doing a blog swap this Sunday! http://kaylalords.wordpress.com/ This is her blog A Sexual Being.

I know I haven't been posting much smut lately. I've been kinda out of it. Hopefully this weekend I can back into it. Wish me luck! Love you all!

Guest blogger

Happy Monday! I'm so excited that we got some rain here! The minute I woke to the sound of it I ran outside. I just stood there letting the rain soak me, and wash away all of the icky things. Sadly there was icky things to wash away. On to happier things! One of my favorite bloggers and I are going to have a blog swap!  Basically that means I'm posting on her blog for a day and she is posting on mine.

The oh-so-loved-by-me blogger is -drum roll please- Kayla Lords! And the crowd goes wild! XD She is very talented in the art of written word, passionate, and sexy. Read her blog A Sexual Being http://kaylalords.wordpress.com/. We'll be swapping blogs this Sunday. Don't forget to check me out there, and check her out here. You won't regret it. ;)

So as you know I'm in Texas and not with Sir. Sigh... But in effort to keep myself busy I've doing lots of shopping, writing, even some other creative stuff, and masturbating. Lots and lots of that. Is it safe to say I blame Tumblr? I only brought two vibs and some lube with me, so I've been getting rather creative. Oh the things you can do with household objects! Tehe one of these days I'll have to write it all down. Anyway I hope your all here bright-eyed and horny Sunday for Kayla. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think after, should I keep doing blog swaps or is it boring? Love you guys lots!

Happy fourth of July!

Just wanted to tell you all happy fourth! If tomorrow night rolls around, you don't have anything to do, and you want to hear a bedtime story. One of my Tumblr friends reads them. ( I hear theres Dr. Suess!!) Go check it out. He'll post links and times tomorrow.  http://dominantlife.tumblr.com/  That's about it tonight. I'm tired and Sir is at home lighting fireworks with friends, sigh. I need a group hug.

Catch up

So my lovelies I'm in the hottest place I've ever been to. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Texas! Not. Humidity and heat is so not cute on me. Yet I will live with it. You know why? Dear old Daddy. Its about that time of year I have to come visit him. Speaking of hims... I wish Sir could have come with me. Oh well another time. I must say we are fairly good at stay connected over long distances; especially with the internet and cell phones. 

Me and Sir were having some very interesting conversations last night. Lately we've been thinking about taking on a third. Preferably a submissive girl. Our issue is we have a hard enough time arranging threesomes, much less someone to take on 24/7. And if it would even be fair taking on someone else when we don't live together. Questions, questions... That wasn't only one of the things we talked about, we also had a lovely convo about cages, jail cells, and other such things. Its one of my biggest fantasies to be locked in a jail cell for days at a time, completely dependent on my Sir. Food, water, bathes, and clothes is all His responsibility. Not mine. 

Sounds extremely relaxing... Wow okay just thinking about that...  Did I just said being locked in a jail cell for days possibly naked, possibly starved, and very likely used is relaxing? Yep that sounds about right :D We had the idea of having a point system during this time. I would start out with no privileges. No clothes, no bed, minimum food, and uncomfortable showers. Then if I'm good work our way up to those things and maybe more. ( I'm trying to talk him into an unlimited amount of coloring books. Cross your fingers!) 

I think we were also talking a little about testing me on the lessons I've learned.  We would keep the points in chalk on the wall so its obvious where I'm at, at all times. Honestly I would love all of the things above, my only set back would be that being alone like that would scare and bore me very quickly. So that's something to work through. Other then that, bring it on! Lol.  So that's whats been on our deliciously sexy minds. 

Oh one more thing! I'm looking for covers for my novella, if anyone can help me out in anyway if that pleas email me. Thanks in advance!

Theater anal

The theater was dark and the smell of popcorn was in the air. Vibrator already inside me. My heart already pounding in my chest. I had no clue what was to come of me. On screen the movie had already started, the remote was in his hand this time. Reaching down he pulls up my skirt, leaving the only thing between me and his skillful fingers...my panties.

Which he pushes aside, he pulls out the egg - wet with my juices- and only spares me a glance before he pushes it into a much naughtier hole. With remote still in hand he turns it on, I hold my breath to hold in the gasp of surprise. He teases me turning it up and down randomly all the while demanding I pay attention to the movie.

Quite a high order if you ask me. He leans over and whispers in my ear to take off my panties. I lift my bottom and slide off my silky black panties and hand them over to him. He thanks me by rubbing them against my clit.

(This is still unfinished, I challenged my sir to hack my account....never again will she doubt my hacking abilities)

Anal Slut.

He walked into my bedroom like He fucking owned it. It was hot as hell. Pushing me down face first on to the bed He lifts up my skirt and yanks down my panties. Gasping I wriggled trying to escape from His iron grip. Quickly I realized there is no getting out of this. I hang on to the edge of the bed for dear life as His cock slips into the most naughty of holes. 

Slamming again and again into me. I bite Mr. Spiffy in a terrible attempt to muffle my screams. His hand wove in my hair; yanking He pulled my head back. "Quiet bitch." I nod my head afraid that if I talk my voice would only crack and give away the silent tears. How can being used so violently be so hot yet so scary? Hitching  up my ass until I'm on my knees He grunts out "Hands." Automatically both arms reach behind my back for Him to hold onto, leaving my face to rub against the bed. 

"You're such a whore. Even now you can't help but love how I'm abusing your ass." Suddenly I'm being jerked up and thrown to the floor. "Are you crying?" I start to shake my head "no" out of habit, then stop and whisper out "Yes Sir."

"Good." Without warning my panties are being stuffed into my month, hands are being wrenched behind my back and handcuffed, and a thick cock is once again being shoved into my ass. Wailing into my panties, I know that if his fingers found my pussy He would find me soaking wet. He keeps growling out dirty words for my ears to gobble up. 

Yet just as I was getting to my breaking point He pulls out, undoes the cuffs, and takes out the gag. Turning to Him I collapse into His lap. His words turn from cruel and dirty to soft and sweet.
"What a good girl. You did so good. I love you." After a minute or two I seemed to come back to this planet and able to talk again. Looking up at Him I ask "Will you make love to me now?" Gently He lays me on my back and does just that, over and over again. 


(P.s. I'm not breaking rules by posting this before my punishment is up. No worries :)  ) 

Bad Princess...

Umm okay there is absolutely no good way of saying this. So I'm going to go with the rip-the-bandage-off line of thinking, and be blunt; I'm not going to be on my blog for about two weeks...

Story Time!

Once upon a time there was a small princess, and she made her protector very mad. So her protector outlawed internet for a whole two weeks. Princess was very upset, but she understood. So she wrote a note to all her friends saying she wouldn't be on for a while, and packed away her computer. Next time she thinks to herself I'll be a good princess. 

The End!

Yeah so that about sums it all up. Love you guys! I'll bring some extra smutty smut with me when I come back!

Schools out! Well almost...

:D I cannot stop smiling! I just finished up all my school work, now I'm ready to be brain dead. I feel like a zombie, I was up so late last night cramming. Then next year I get to do it all over! Yay... All I have to do is go in tomorrow and collect some stuff. Other then that not much is really happening. I've been working on some writing, maybe even get around to putting together an ebook this summer. Would you guys be interested in reading something by me?

*Wags finger* I see what you did there.

I felt so full, and wet, and hot, and in pain, and lots of pleasure, and breathless, and shivering, (from cold or pleasure the world may never know), and so much more. It was just so much of a sensory over load. With a phone clutched to my ear, egg and dildo up my ass, hair brush in my pussy, clips on my nipples and clit, water from melted ice everywhere, cooled wax chipping off my skin, and belt around my neck. I just wasn't sure what to feel anymore. No that's not true more like I was trying to feel everything. My orders before this was to begin was no matter what happened I was not allowed to cum, if I felt like cumming I had to tell Him and stop whatever I was doing. This being said I was probably edged at least fifteen times.

Five of those were due to a mixture of wanting fingers, cold ice in places that are always so warm, hot wax well everywhere, and a giant blue dildo up my ass. The other ten were specifically ordered. It's funny I like to think of myself as a person who doesn't cry a lot, yet by the end I was tearing up and begging for mercy. Granted none we continued. Finally after goddess knows how long the words I've been more then aching to hear all night come through the phone. "You may cum." It was amazing. It was breath taking. It certainly made the rest of the night worth it. It was like all the flood that had been held back came rushing forward. I was trembling and almost everything beneath me was wet. Well played Sir... Well played.

Naughty Naughty... Bad girl.

Its not my fault! Okay well maybe it is... but I'd like to think it's His. He's the one who teased and teased me!  I was ever so not so innocently doing my accounting homework, He was watching T.V. Do you know how hard for someone with ADHD to focus on accounting when a T.V. is on? Very. So of course He had to keep reminding me to get back to work. I mean He wasn't even watching it, He was reading! I think He had it on just to mess with me... Grr...

Anyway this consent reminding must have ended up annoying Him (as well as me damn it) because He said that if I wasn't going to work I might as well be pleasuring Him. I admit my next course of action may have not have been the smartest... I suck my tongue out at Him. I know right. I must have a death wish.

 Quickly I look down and pretend like I'm doing my homework and that my life and possibly my ass wasn't in danger. I could hear Him set the book down behind me, I stiffened in my seat. Soon I could also hear His foot steps walk up behind me. I knew He was there, but I didn't dare look up. Suddenly I felt hands around my throat, choking me He whispers in my ear. "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Uhh... No Sir?" I choke out.

"Good, now what do you have to say?"He growls

"Nothing?" I whimper.

"What do you have to say?" He asks tightening his grip, making the world tilt slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He suddenly releases me causing me to fall slightly forward. Griping the back of my neck, He pulls my head up.

"Get to work."

"Y-yes Sir..." Yep so He decided this little transaction must mean its a free for all when it comes to teasing me. Efficiently He drives me insane with lust. Only to be sent home with the orders not to pleasure myself. Yeaaaahhhh.... About that.... Whoops? I'm so getting punished for this, but I couldn't help it. My hand was like just there. Sigh. If you don't hear from me in the nest couple days I'm probably being held captive and being tortured... and not completely in the good way either.

I mean I know I deserve it. I should have followed orders... maybe I subconsciously want to be punished? That could explain why I wanted to so damn bad... Well lets hope it was worth it. I still blame Him...

Honey I'm home!

I walk into the door, and he’s standing there. Leash in hand. It’s been such a long day…Maybe this is what I need? I shut the door behind me and fall to my knees. Bowing my head I wait for him to attach the leash to my collar. When he does he pulls me to my feet and slams me against the door. “Mine.” He growls in my ear.

He wraps the leash around his hand, quickly constricting my movement. I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t think. His gaze alone takes my breath away. His words easily devour mine. His kissed leave me dizzy and confused.

He picks me up; taking a cue I warp my legs around his waist. My skirt gets pushed up to my waist revealing my red satin panties. Growling he rubs against me, the friction intoxicating. He pushes me into the wall harder making the door rattle. Tipsy on his kisses, I hardly notice how he had carried me just feet away to the couch. Well at least not until he dropped me on it. I try and skirt away daring him to come after me.

Instead I was only yanked back like a little girls rag doll. Practically tripping over myself I land face first on the couch. All the while he stands over demanding complete control and obedience. Before I could scramble into a more dignified position he grabs a hold of my legs swinging them off the edge of the couch. He has me carefully arranged to where I’m on my knees in front of the couch. 

Gracefully he kneels behind me, pushing up my skirt and tearing off my panties. Taking no time with niceties he slams into me with a grunt. When I cry out I’m rewarded with a yank on my leash, which in turn pulls my head up, bowing my back. “Quiet slut. Don’t speak. Don’t move.” Again and again he impales me on his dick.

Suddenly an orgasm was upon me. Pleasure rushed through my being. A hand clamps over my mouth in an effort to stay quiet. Abruptly he was finishing, filling me with his warm seed.  Collapsing beside me, back against the couch he pulls my head into his lap. “Clean and dry me off.” Doing as he says I engulf him in my mouth tongue cleaning off any and all seed and juices. When done my hand reaches out to dry him of my slobber. He pulls me into his lap for murmured words of “Good girl. Good slut.” And a hand stroking my hair, looking up at him I asked 

“So how was your day Sir?” 

Mistakes

I mess up, make mistakes. I biff it, hell I fuck up.  And I hate it when I do; especially when it counts to my Sir. I want to be the best slave and woman I can be. What Submissive doesn’t? But I have issues… What woman doesn’t? I think if I were just to write them down I could get over it, around it even. First is so simple, it really honestly makes me cry sometimes. I can’t listen to orders. Well okay not quite that more like I really fight back. I push and push until I’m made to give in. Now this isn’t to every order…only the ones I don’t agree with. It’s stupid and pitiful. This is something I need to just plain get over! Another is that I seem to think I know what’s best for me. I should accept Sir’s word as law when it comes to my wellbeing. I’ve been getting better at that though. Hmm I have a hard time listening to the rules sometimes in general, mostly the no talking back rule… I’m a feisty girl. I want my way more times than not, even –going back to my last point- if it’s not good for my wellbeing.  Whatever the excuse for me acting out like this whether it’s just me being a bitchy little girl, or some real emotional issue, I need to figure it out if I ever want a training collar. I think I’m going to start leaving notes for myself. I already have one or two on my mirror. Maybe if I can just remind myself…  If I don’t shape up soon I don’t think sitting will be an option much longer. And as much as I like being spanked I’d rather it be because I want it. Not because I made Sir unhappy. 

Yesterdays plane ride.

I have to apologize. I promised a weekend full of amazing writing and sexy smut. Yet I didn’t deliver. In a vain attempt to express why I decided to blog about it. It took my a while to talk myself into it, some reason I think people only want to read the sexy stuff I post and don't care about me much as a person.Well also because Sir said writing and letting my feelings out may help. So here I am. The reason I didn’t serve my dirty writing all wrapped up in kink on a silver platter is because I was morning the loss of a great friend and cousin of mine. I had just sat down to write something yummy, when my father called to tell me Allyson had passed away in a car crash the night before.  Now call me naïve but I’ve never had someone that close to me die before. I was in complete shock. I wish people would prepare you for this kind of thing when growing up. I didn’t talk for several minutes finally when I did somehow the question seriously?  was what slipped out. Then the worst happened; I started to cry. I don’t cry. I mean I have this stupid illogical belief that if I cry the world will crumble around me. So of course I got off the phone as soon as possible, not at all wanting to cry in front of my dad. I quickly ran to the bathroom where I immediately became a mess of snot and tears. Trying to calm myself I called my mother and text Sir to see if I could call him. Once all calls were made I felt not much better, but more in control. The whole weekend pretty much went on like this. As of now I’m on an airplane flying back to Iowa (One of my home states) for the funeral. It’s hard to imagine the bright and shiny girl I used to sleep and the same bed as and share all my secrets with (and even shared a boy with) is gone. I loved her so much; I can only hope she is happy where she is now. She was always such a big fan of me and my writing, I’m sorry she won’t be here to see me publish a book. Nonetheless RIP beloved Allyson. 

Good news!

Alright so many things have happened lately that I find blog worthy, only my internet hates me in this house. The good news is on Thursday we're getting it fixed! Yays! Blog posts for everyone! This weekend I'm just going to sit down and write out some amazing smut, hopefully finishing The Chase. I know a couple of you guys out there loved it ;)

Humiliation.

I have good friends. Friends how always look out for me. A special friend of mine took me out last night to a play. I love the theater. I must admit I wasn't paying much attention last night. My mind was elsewhere, focused on the little round egg vibrating so furiously inside me. My friend had a sort of challenge for me; if I could sit still and keep quiet during the play I would get a reward. It was set on low at first my face turning a deep red right away Slowly I could feel the orgasm creep up on me. Soon I was griping at the arm rest, curling my toes, and biting my lip to keep silent. A slight gasp gave me away none the less. "Turn it up." He whispered.

I did as ordered, and was rewarded with a kiss. The orgasm came much quicker this time, much more sudden. It went on like this until the break came. I was given a short break, but as soon as the play was back on, so was my pleasure. After another orgasm, and quite a mess in my panties. The last scene of the play came on. "Turn it up all the way." I did. The jolt of it making me cough at a quiet moment. Blushing all over again.

I could feel the rise of yet another orgasm coming on, and he could see it as well. "Not yet." He mummers.
"Please." I beg.
"Just wait, hold off as long as you can."
"I can't, oh please just let me."
"No, you can do it."
"Please, please, please."
"Four, three, two, one. Now" In a rush I was consumed by pleasure. I was doing everything I could just to keep quiet. I don't even remember what all the play was about. What a good friend. ;) To bad he wouldn't let me take the toy home.

Just a ity bity post.

Here I am innocently texting in class ( Ok maybe not innocently...) and income some very dirty texts from a very kinky friend of mine. Detailed visions of kidnap and rape start rolling around my head. After about two classes I couldn't take it anymore, I ran off to the girls room in search of some relief. For better or worse I told him what I was doing. He ordered me to call. I told him there was no way I could, I mean what if someone hears! Yet somehow seconds later I was on the phone with him, being call a whore or being told how dirty and slutty I was. How I couldn't even wait to get home before I touched my self. If I could have rubbed against his words I would have. Instead I only had my hand which brought me to orgasm at least twice before I had to scurry off to my next class. I left the bathroom red faced, satisfied, and with a newly found secret. ;)

Random thoughts.

I'm in some serious need for a geek out. Some one please supply my N64 addiction. Xbox 360 is acceptable as well. PS3 will be allowed, but come on everyone knows N64 is better... Might as well bring any and all Playboys and comic books ( You get extra points for bringing anything Superman). Card games such as Pokemon and Magic the Gathering are more then welcome. Hmm other then those thoughts I have certain fantasy on my mind as of late. And I blame a very certain person for planting these thoughts into my head. :) The idea is a very strict Daddy has to still discipline his 20 year old daughter with spankings. Which is very embarrassing for her to be brought so low so easily. I was supposed to meet up with this person today, sadly  life got in the way. I couldn't sleep a wink last night. All that was going through my head was; I wonder what it'll feel like being held down by him, being hit by him, his hands wrapped around my throat... If I could purr I would. I miss being completely abused. I haven't been for quite some time. I want to be terrified under skillful hands. Sigh... Maybe Thursday will work out. I've been a very mouthy girl, I'm sure I'll get whats coming to me. ;)

The Chase.

Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...RUN! I crash though the woods. Twigs breaking beneath my feet. All my sense are heightened, I'm on hyper alert. Yet all I can see in front of me are trees. The smell of dirt and fear invade my nose. Although none of which is as terrifying as the foot steps behind me. Loud, heavy, fast.

 I fight to catch my breath, just as I fight to keep running.  I know what will happen if he catches up with me. Pushing myself I put one foot in front of the other as quickly as I can. I hear him gaining on me. Whipping my head around I look back. It took me only a moment to know that I was done.

Abruptly I have dirt under my hands. Where did that branch come from?! Frantically I scramble to get back on my feet. As soon as I do I fall again; clumsy on my feet. Suddenly he was there. A scream crawled its way up my throat and out my mouth. "Go ahead. Scream until your throat is sore, but it wont help you. No one can hear you, no one cares about some stupid cunt."

My eyes widen, I'm fighting to continue to pump air into my lungs. Adrenaline pulsing through my veins. Quickly, without giving me time to react he grabs a fist full of my hair. Pulling me to my feet. His other hand comes up to my face cupping it then turning it to the side as if to get a better look. Yet I wasn't completely surprised when he pulled back and slapped me across the face. I would've fallen back down if not for his hand still in my hair.

He produced a pack that I had not noticed before. From it he took two large zip ties. He secures one around my wrists before tripping me. I fall hard, with nothing to slow or to catch myself. With a practiced ease that frightens me even more so he ties my ankles. Barely huffing he throws me over his shoulder.

I hear whimpering, it took me a second to realize it was me letting out those pitiful pleas where mine."Please...please... I'm a good girl... Oh please let me go... I won't tell anyone I swear...."

"Oh shut up bitch, your not going anywhere. We both know that. "


To be continued?

Break ups.

Break ups suck. Like really really suck. And sometimes they fly at you from out of the blue. No one ever has a happy break up. There is only better break ups. But what makes one kind of break up better then another? I guess mine wasn't considered "bad" there was no screaming, no yelling, no last claims of passion. Just cold. I'll be damned if I prefer that over the passion. I mean I know I still care for him deeply. It just wasn't going to work. Yet it still feels unfinished. I don't know... I feel like I'm ranting. It's just this has been in my head all day. I'm not sure how I supposed to feel, to act. He's always been overly serious, very logical. I wish he would've screamed at me, then at least I could be mad. Or sad, but no it never works out the way you want it to. I just want to hide under my covers with Bunny and cry. And I can't, I cried so much yesterday I don't think I have any tears left. I need a bubble bath... and a good friend... and maybe some ice cream... If anyone wants to bring me some ice cream and be a friend let me know.

Verbs.

Shivering, quivering, squirming, shaking, moaning, gasping, screaming, wiggling, begging, whispering, loving, grasping, pulling, yanking, biting, scratching, slapping, choking, gagging, spanking, thrusting, filling, pinching, crying, blushing, breathing (barely), bruising, commanding, licking, kissing, delighting, dripping, entering, exploding, grinning, gripping, groaning, grinding, guiding, hugging, impaling, kneeling, melting, needing, pleasing, playing, caressing, releasing, satisfying, screaming, squeaking, squealing, squeezing, stretching, sucking, taming, tasting, teasing, tempting, touching, tugging, twisting, using, wanting, whining, and fucking.

Treasure Hunt.

What do you do when your Sir texts you a list of things to gather before midnight? Why you go on a treasure hunt of course! When the prize is your own release, -Especially when it's been far to long since your last orgasm-  how could you not? So it's not long before midnight and my list went like this; Towel, lube, lighter, vib, candle, and hairbrush. Oh ya and my laptop. I run around the house in my panties and tank top gathering things as I go. As the clock ticked midnight, I considered myself a winner.

I texted him I had everything he asked for and he answered telling me to call him on skype. Eager to get my reward I do so. Some pinches, pulled hair, bites, burns, and quite a bit of lube later; I'm squirting on cam for him. Yep so guess whose washing their sheets today? That would be me... To bad I don't get have some fun like that today. I hate it when me and Sir are apart for so long, it's like he takes apart of me with him. Oh well I'm counting down the days until the seventh.

Why?

Mom says my favorite word when I was a bebe was "why?" I can totally believe it too. Sir would back my mom up on this as well, my answer to almost anything is often a drawn out whinny "Whhhyyyy?" To which he just loves to respond in a the least pleasant way possible with "Because" or "Because I said so bitch." I swear he knows just how to push my buttons... Which is both a good and bad thing. So my point is why the hell is it Sunday already? I've been hiding under my covers all day -with Mr. Spiffy and Bunny-. I guess I'm thinking if I don't get up and don't do anything then tomorrow can't possibly Monday.


Another perfectly good reason for me not getting up today is my ass hurts...So bad. Last night on the phone with Sir he somehow decided that my booty needed some major pain. At one point there was (barely) four fingers up my ass. Ouchy, yet I still was begging to cum before I knew it. I haven't the slightest clue how he can make my body betray me like that. My mind may be saying ouch at first but in the end I'll be moaning like crazy. It like something happens to my nerves when he touches me. No matter if its with pleasure or pain all I know is that I want more. Why???

Bra shopping!!!

Some how I magically conjured the time and money to bra shopping at Victoria Secret. So with Sir's permission I went in search for what he wanted me to get. I was told to get a "girly, pink bra." and a "black" one. I think I accomplished my goal, but as always I would love to hear your guys opinion. Can't wait to wear these for him. I think it's a good 3 month anniversary present...  [insert girly squeal here]

Rules.

 I like rules, but I love breaking them. Which can often be my downfall in a m/s relationship. Me and Sir had made our list of rules awhile back. Now they just seem not fit our life or style as much. Like trying to wear your shirt upside down. You know it supposed to go on your chest, and your arms through the small side holes. Yet it just doesn't feel right. Baggy in some places, and to tight in others. Just as the rules lack in some places and are to strict in others. So I'm going to see if we can find the time to sit down and just see what works and what doesn't. Wish me luck :D

Pain.

I'm a pain slut, there I said it. And I'll say it again, I'm a pain slut. Usually I like my pain mixed with a little pleasure though, but today all I want is to be smacked so hard I fall to my knees. Only to be face fucked until I can't breathe. And when they get bored of that, pushed over on my hands and knees. Where they fuck my ass so hard I can't help the tears falling down my face, maybe even spank me. Preferably to the point sitting isn't even in my vocabulary anymore. I don't want sugar coated pain, don't play nice. Just give it to me, as hard as you can. Please...

Who am I?

Who am I? Am I the strong stubborn personality I let most people see me as? Am I the naughty shameful pain slut that Sir brings out in me? Am I the little girl so still goes to bed with her favorite teddies, and still plays all the little games? Am I the brat who stomps her foot and pouts when she doesn't get her way? Maybe I'm even a brilliant writer, or a failed princess? I don't think I could quite tell you exactly who I am, because I'm still figuring it out for myself. But I know I can tell you a bit about me;

• I think coffee is beyond orgasmic.
• I love my Sir.
• My favorite teddy bear is named Mr. Spiffy.
• Writing comes to me as naturally as breathing. And without it I suffocate. 
• I'm a huge Superman fan. (Don't tell Sir, but I'm kinda married to him. Shhhh...)
• I listen to any music that can touch my soul.
• I don't believe in having a favorite book. 
• I'm a morning person, I often talk my room mates ear off. Tehe
• I love frilly tu tus! 
• I'm incredibly bull-headed. 
• I almost always speak my mind. 
• I crave safety, protection, and to serve.
• I love love love chocolate. Get me a kit kat and your starting to make your way into my heart. 
• I love parks, especially swings. I love touching the clouds.
• Pain and pleasure go hand and hand in my sex life.

And so much more. I can't even begin to let you see into my soul. I have learned a lot about myself since I started this blog I learned how feeling weak is okay, all the more so when you have someone protecting you. I learned that females dominate just as well as men. I learned that no matter what be yourself and the rest will fall into place. I hope to continue to learn about myself. I'm so grateful for all the people who have helped me. And I hope that everyone has learned a little about me today. :) 

Fire and Ice.

Sir hates talking on the phone, I love talking on the phone. That alone causes issues in communication. So imagine my complete surprise when he calls me last night. Basically the first words out of his mouth were "Do you promise to do exactly what I say, no questions, no hesitation?" I was in such a shock I could barely utter  a "Y-yes Sir."

It starts off innocently enough with him ordering me to strip off my Pj's. Yet soon there was a pile of clothes in the corner of my room, and a vib in between my legs. Not long after that I also had a hair brush up my ass, feeling so amazingly filled it didn't take long for me to feel the pressure of an orgasm start to build up. In a knowing voice he told me to ask when I want to cum.

Never having to ask to cum before I learned quickly that I had waited to long to ask. The orgasm almost upon me I moaned out "May I please cum Sir, Ooh please may I?" Only to hear a ringing "No." I begged even more trying to prolong the inevitable. "Not yet slut, not yet..." He coos at me threw the phone.

 Just when I thought I couldn't wait any longer he says "Now you may cum." And oh god I do, I whimper thank you after thank you. Awarded with a "Good slut." He tells me to go get an ice cube from the freezer down stairs. Curiosity blooming I do what he says. When I'm back in the safety of my bedroom I ordered to rub the ice over my nipples, down my stomach and against my clit. Shivering, I realize the melting ice isn't the only thing making me dripping wet.

Well the ice was gone and all I had left was water, I took another trip downstairs; this time for a whole tray. Soon I had ice in me both anally and vaginally, it felt like the very core of me was frozen. Yet pleasure still burned bright. With a piece of ice in me I also slipped in the vib, needless to say it wasn't long before I was begging to cum again. Which I was gleefully denied. Then permission was given.

After our little fun with the ice was over he asked me if I had any candles. I thought I knew where he was going with this just not to long ago we were talking about wax play and if I'd ever do it. I said I'd have to get the guts to first. Apparently  Sir decided I was going to get those guts tonight. So we lite the candles and lightly chatted as wax pooled.

When there was enough to start, he told me to poor some on my stomach. I gasped at how hot it was; it dripped down, but cooled fast. It didn't take my long to figure out I actually liked it. Soon I was dripping wax onto my tits, and even my clit. Moaning out in pleasure over the phone. The best part? After all was said and done, I got lots of good pictures!

What have you learned today little slut?

Let me start by saying I have never been dominated by a woman before, I've always been the one calling her names, smacking her around, and making her cum under my skillful fingers. Somehow last night it just didn't  happen that way. Somehow I was the one humiliated, degraded, and smacked. Now I've had guys do this to me, no big deal. Yet a female voice in my ears calling me a dirty slut while fingering my wet pussy made me feel a whole new level of shame and naughtiness.

Feeling the sweet pleasure of her fingers slide in and out at the same time the hard smack of her other hand  across my face. Oooh I'm blushing just at the memory... What really messed me up though, she got me to beg. I'm a very proud person, but when someone gets me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, stopping just before I can tumble over that edge I will most definitely be begging for mercy.  Or more begging for the privilege to cum, which I was denied over and over.

 Another thing, it was the first time I ever said the word Mistress as someones tittle. This whole thing was so wrong, yet I find myself wanting more. Suddenly I want to be laying over a Mistresses knee while I get spanked. Don't get me wrong I haven't suddenly gone full on lesbian, I just realized that men aren't the only people who can Dom me. I don't even know why I felt that way in the first place. So this is the point in the story where some random cartoon character comes in and asks me what I learned today. To which I would reply "I learned that women can beat and abuse me just as much as men. I also learned that I kinda really like being dominated by a woman." Yeah... I wouldn't put that on Dora....

Tease... Mean, cruel, down right evil tease... I mean I love you baby...cough cough.

I found myself  in a very odd position today. By odd position I mean on my knees in front of my Sir sucking his cock. See being as amazing as he is he made me a deal if I could make him cum before his room mate comes home he'll lighten my punishment ( Withdrawal from vaginal and anal sex, oral, and fingering.) . See the tricky part was we were siting in the middle of the living room, right in front of the door. Plus his room mate was due at any moment. So eager to be touched by his hand again I made a deal with the devil and dropped to my knees.

I felt so much like a wanton teenager, just trying to finish before my parents got home. I got so scared when we heard a car door slam right outside the house, it was a mad scramble for clothes. Or more just pulling his jeans up and buttoning mine ( I was told to finger myself at this point.). Hilariously it turned out to just be the family next door. I got praised for my great job by being told to wait there while he went into the other room.

So I sat on the couch listening to him move things around in his bedroom ears searching for the scrape to wood against wood, maybe even a cabinet door opening and shutting. After what seemed like hours he came back into to the room holding a bottle of lube. It took one expecting look from him and I knew this was as much as I was going to get so might as well enjoy it.

Right after I lubed us up I pulled down my jeans and panties, kneeling in front of the couch. I rest my arms against the cushion. I could feel his hard warm cock slowly sink into my ass, then slowly pull back out. Suddenly I was being slammed into. Gasping I wince and a cry tumbles out of my lips. Over and over I was being impaled on his thick dick. As he dragged his nails down my back making me shudder and moan.

Without warning he grabs one of my wrists twisting my arm behind my back, quickly he did so with the other as well. My face pushed into the scratchy fabric of the couch by the force of his thrusts. I was finishing for the fourth time when once again we heard a car door. Again false alarm, but since we were dressed in a flash again we ended up just cuddling on the couch.

See this is all good,  but I've been deprived of everything for a while now. So being greedy I figured I would try and talk him into maybe just fingering me. I got a flat out "No." from him, you know the kind that basically tells you, "Don't ask me about it again." Yet I didn't give up... I swear I have a death wish sometimes.

Red faced I admit I all but begged at his feet for just one more orgasm but his hand. *awkward giggle* Actually I almost started crying... For those of you who don't know me very well, I never cry. Never have for him. I've been beaten black, purple and blue and never shed a tear, so for me to almost break down is a HUGE thing. And you know what he does? Laughs at me and tells me no.

That's it I will never ever break the rule that got me the withdrawal punishment again. Lesson well learned. Good thing is I did some time off for being so good today, but he won't tell me exactly how much. For all I know it could be weeks before I get any.... Wish me luck.

Need.

God I need to be fucked so badly right now. I want to be used and abused. Call me slut, whore, cunt. Please please spank me. Hell slap me across the face...hard. Screw me until standing is no longer an option, shove your dick in my ass so hard I won't be able to sit for days. I'll beg, hands and knees. Just take me, claim me as yours. Hold a knife to my throat as you tell me how much a bad girl I am. Leave bruises, marks, cuts. Gag me, blind me, tie me up. I'm yours to use as you please.
                                                       Don't keep me waiting...

Business attire.

So I'm now hunkered down and stationed in Portland. And let me tell you I look HOT in business clothes. Not to brag or anything.... I've already gone to a workshop. But other then that I've played some Nintendo64, went to the mall, and meet a couple of new people. So I'd say its been a successful day. But I miss my Sir. I miss the loving touches, and the not so loving touches. I know its only been a day or two but a woman wants what a woman wants. And i know what I want...

Chocolate bunnies, Job offers, and Portland trips.

So as of today my chocolate bunny is officially a thing of the past. Lets all take a moment to reminisce. Can't wait for next years though...yum... So on to happier news, I've manged to get a job offer to write blogs for a rather new company. I just sent in a sample blog on Easter. I have yet to officially hear back. But a little birdie told me its gotten plenty of thumb ups. Lastly I'm taking a trip up to Portland from Thursday to Saturday for a business convention. I must be some kinda weirdo because I'm actually excited. Well there you go folks my week and some wrapped up in a nice little blog post. :)  

Hitachi Wand

OhMyGoodnessILoveThisThing! Ok don't laugh, but I've never had this used on me before. My Sir finally cornered me the other night... And well I've never felt anything so powerful. It was amazing and overwhelming. The point is not how wonderful it felt, but that when trying something new -that I was nervous about- I trusted him totally and completely. That's one of the main reasons I'm in a Slave/Master relationship.  That kind of trust is not the kind you can get on any street corner. I can trust him with my soul, body, and mind. And I love how that makes me a better person. Though all in all I officially want a wand for my birthday ;)

My new friend lol

Good Slut.

As a slave to the worlds most bossy  amazing Sir there's somethings you began to look forward to. Things you cherish and you know you couldn't live without. I had never really thought about this before, but I was on Fetlife yesterday and reading about how a master wouldn't let his slave call him master, sir, or anything of the like as a punishment. So I started to think of all the things I just absolutely love Sir saying or doing to me. The number one thing would have to be when I'm laying with him and he pets my hair. It just feels to natural to have his fingers dragging through my hair after some amazing sex. Secondly when he tells me "Good Slut." no matter the reason, I just have to fight not to get the biggest smile on my face. I'm pretty sure I glow lol. I could really go on forever about what I adore him saying to me, but the last one that really comes to mind is when he whispers "I love you." against my lips. I know that if he would to suddenly stop doing any of these things I might just a die a little inside. So thank you Sir for treating me so well and caring for me so much.

P.S. I have got a question or two if Sir is the same person as pmk222 from earlier blog posts. To put that curiosity to rest, yes he is.

Connect with me.

Ok first I'm now up to 1100 viewers! Which means people actually read the smut that comes tumbling out of my mouth. Oh that reminds me if you have questions about me, my sex life,sex in general,  my Sir, or anything else you can think of, please ask me! I love to answer questions and help people. So connect with me either at my email blythe.miller14@gmail.com or on my tumblr http://blythewritesdirty.tumblr.com/
Thanks.

Always,
Blythe

Speechless

Have you ever been so turned on you can barely utter a word? Your heart beating so fast that talking is more like a sigh. I have to say one thing that turns me on the most isn't some way a guy (or girl) touches me. Its not a turn on spot, or a look across the room. No its the way a guy talks to me. Even better when their telling me exactly what their going to do to me. A deep husky voice whispering against your lips how their going to leave trails of kisses up and down your body. Or how hard and fast their going to fuck you, and how you can't do anything but take it. In fact their going to do whatever they please to you. What can you possibly say to that? So like a good girl your going to nod your head and say yes Sir. Which will make them reward you with a good slut and a kiss. I'm shuddering just thinking about it. If I could bottle that stuff up I would lather myself in it every morning. That is one way I'll be soaked before a guy even brushes me. Honestly the confidence it takes to take control of me in only a couple of words alone is sexy as all hell. Yeah I kind of have a thing for talking dirty to say the least. ;)

Pleasure and Pain

Pleasure and pain, two things I go on talking about for quite some while. In short pleasure is a deep warmth that engulfs your entire being. It swells up inside you until you can take anymore and you explode into blissful orgasm. Pleasure is a deep pull of a cigar, home made cookies, and the smell of coffee. Where as pain is sharp, yet sweet. Raises the hair on the back of your neck making goose bumps. Your skin tingles with every bit inflicted. It doesn't have the slow warm build up that pleasure does, it over powers you with the first taste.  Making your orgasm rush upon you in a wave of sensations. Pain is spicy, and provokes a reaction every time. Now mix pleasure and pain, you get a firework display of feeling. Hot. Spicy. Taboo. Sweaty. Sharp. Naughty. Sweet. Sexy. Love. Hate. All at once. Yummm... It is in my personal opinion that pleasure and pain should always come hand in hand. Yank my hair then kiss me, I can promise I'll be weak in the knees.

I found it very simply said on a blog I follow. Though I'm not sure who exactly wrote this.


Why do you enjoy pain?
I don’t really experience it as pain. Somehow the neurons cross and what starts out as pain becomes interpreted as pleasure.

Even when it is very hard?
Especially when it is very hard… The allowing of the very hard, seems to speed the transition to pleasure. A soft spank is not nearly as pleasurable as a hard spank, unless I know that a hard one is going to follow. I *feel* the pain on my bottom, but by the time it travels up to my brain, it *feels* great. It’s only when it’s really hard that I know I have truly given up control.

Delicious Torture

Have you ever had a finger slip into you? Just one, no more, no less; just once. Its terrible and wonderful all at once. It raises your hopes to more, yet that all crashes down, leaving u wanting. At the same time its a brilliant tease, won't let you think of anything other than that person all night. What would've happen if he just continued? Just a little. Its like taking only a single bite of your favorite home made cake. That one bite was delicious, but you can never be satisfied with just that. All night you're going to want to sneak into you kitchen for another bite. That's what it feels like to have one finger slip into you, just once. Delicious torture. 

Rebound. ( Finally finished! )

Both the music and lights were drowning me. Pushing through the dance floor I all but dive for the doors. Head spinning I lean against the side door to open it to the cool fresh winter air, it’s a welcome relief from the hot and humid environment of the club.  Walking farther out, I lean against the wall that makes up the side of the club.

Dancing is not my thing, drinking is not my thing, and drunk dancing is defiantly not my thing. Yet for my best friend Emily I came with her here, she told me she needed a wing woman, but we both know it was to get me up off the couch. She thinks clubbing is the cure to a bad breakup; I prefer ice cream. Somehow I came anyway.

While I sit here pitying myself, I almost didn’t notice a figure move out of the shadows. A rough silhouette of a man starts walking towards me. “Hey there little girl, isn’t it late for a pretty little thing like you to be out?” My spine prickles and I start to gather my purse and drink, deciding against answering.

I turn to walk back in the door I just came out of only to find a man in my way. He was slick, smooth, skinny, and greased. The opposite of the first man; he was rough, gravelly, and boxy.

“And where do you think you’re going little miss?” My eyes widen as I step back in shock. In a split second decision I throw my drink in his face and take off to the front doors. Well at least I tried to, I got about three feet before I was grabbed from behind.

“Not-uh-uh bad girl can’t have you running off like that.” A deep voice behind me tsked. I freeze as I feel cool metal against my neck. My heart starts fluttering in my chest and my breathing hard. Roughman’s hand rises from my waist where he originally grabbed me to my breast, which thanks to my clubbing outfit is barely covered. The other hand is slowly creeping up the back of my skirt.

“Please, please don’t Sir.” The words came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them. I mentally slap myself. This is not one of your games Krista! This is real life; these men want to rape you. They aren’t masters, their bad people. Somehow this idea only added to the growing wetness in between my legs.

The knife at my throat suddenly demanded my attention as well as the man holding it. Looking at me he grabs my face and turns it as if to get a better look, then slaps me. Hard. I felt the knife prick my skin; I could feel a drop of blood gather there.

“Don’t even think about denying me. Got it slut? You’re here for my pleasure, since that’s all I’m sure your good for.” How long have I wanted to hear those words or at least something like them? Far too long. My knees buckle, making Roughman’s arms the only thing holding me up. Surly they thought it was fear making me tremble, they couldn’t possibly guess how turned on I am.

“Y-yes Sir.” If they only stuck their hands down the front of my skirt then my soaked panties would give me away.

“Good.” He coos pulling away the knife and petting my hair. He slowly drags the knife down my arms, leave goose bumps in its wake. All I can think about is how much I want this. I know it’s wrong but I do. Rape is my biggest fantasy; and it was these kinds of fantasies that made my vanilla ex run for the hills. Waking me from my thoughts Slick yanks my hair forcing my on to my knees.

“Open your mouth.” Like a good girl I do. I sit here on my knees, right outside of a club, mouth wide open; begging for a dick. Which he promptly provides. My tongue wraps around his girth as he sets the speed; hand in my hair still. Without warning he shoves his whole dick into my throat. Gagging I can feel his hot cum in my mouth, he pulls out splattering his seed on my face.

When he’s done he wastes no time tucking himself back in his jeans. I let my tongue dart out and lick some off my lip. Slick saw and smacked me once again. “No it stays there, cum covered fits a cunt like you.”

“Speaking of cunts…” Roughman mumbles behind me. I had completely forgotten he was there in my excitement with Slick. Suddenly I’m being tugged backwards, rising to my feet I try not to fall on my ass. Proven much easier said than done as my feet stumble out from under me. In a mess of limbs I fall to the ground; only to be caught –for the second time tonight- around the waist.

I’m immediately slammed face first into a brick wall. Reaching under my skirt he yanks off my panties, ripping them into pieces. I gasp at the cold air touching somewhere wet and warm. Without any more pre amble then that he impales me on his thick cock. Crying out in surprise and pleasure, he leans into me and whispers in my ear-

“You’re all wet? You really are a whore aren’t you? Get used in an old alleyway turns you on huh?” When I just moan in response to him and his hard and fast rhythm he smacks me hard on the ass. “Answer me cunt!”

“Y-Mmmm- yes Sir it does.” He pounds even harder into me at my words. I could start to feel the familiar buildup of pressure. I curl my toes in my shoes. One second I was on the edge the next I was being thrown off the cliff altogether. My orgasm must have set him off because I was soon being filled with hot thick cum.

The next thing I know I’m laying on the ground, my torn panties next to me. The men long gone. Cum was still on my face and leaking out of me. You know what? Emily was right a night at the club was exactly what I needed.