Victoria Secret = My Secret Weapon.

     First of all; sorry for the rare posts as of late. Been a bit busy, but trust me some fun came out of all those missed blogging weekends. So this last weekend my robotics team - yes that's right I'm proudly a part of my local robotics team- went up to Portland Oregon to compete, and my boyfriend also happens to be part of the team. Very unwisely we were assigned rooms right next to each other, which of course made it wonderfully easy to sneak in.
   
    But backing up here, earlier in this weekend I took a visit to the Victoria Secret; I found the most amazing little scrap of fabric. Dark blue with black lace, it was knock out. Of course I sneak over dressed in this. I was rewarded by some amazing shower sex.
   

My great buy. 

 Something about the warm slick of water drumming on you as you get the brains fucked out of you is kinda hot. Hmm maybe its just me ;)  Anyway the night was farther improved with me being able to spend the night with him; which doesn't happen often enough due to me having room mates and him not having his own place.

A note to Doms

From Her Master (he wrote this, not me) 

A note to Doms: the Women We Love.

If you are truly going to own and dominate a woman, you must understand her. Everyone, of course, is unique, but I've seen some of the same things over and over between the submissive women I have known:

• They are motivated by a deep desire to please. When you ask a “vanilla” woman what to do, she will sometimes reply “whatever you want”, which is simply annoying. However, you must understand that phrase for what it is from a submissive. She wants more than anything to please you. Whatever plans or ideas she had on her schedule, if she can make you happy she will be more fulfilled than doing whatever she wanted to do for herself. You must understand that phrase for what it is.
• Now, this can easily become abuse. Every submissive woman I have ever personally known has been through a number of abusive relationships. She gives and men take and take and it becomes abusive. Weak men with self-esteem issues are often drawn to these women, which compounds the problem. It takes enormous strength and experience to take from a woman like this (which is what she needs) without abusing her. Your job is to soak up all her love and affection and attention, help her find ways to please you, while supporting and strengthening her as a person. This takes wisdom, experience, and, I believe, some age. I cannot imagine a 20 year old guy being a successful “dom” in any real sense of the word.
• When you find her, she will likely have things in her past she is not proud of, and you may not be either. That doesn't matter. You must accept her exactly as she is, with all of her flaws, imperfections and mistakes and you must never hold them against her. If you are worthy of the task, she will be transformed by her relationship with you… practically an alchemical transformation… lead into gold was only a metaphor for transformation you know? It was always about transforming the common and the broken into the sublime. If you can’t accept her, you can’t have her.
• She needs to understand and to come to trust that you are not like the people who have hurt her in her past. She has developed complex coping and self-protective mechanisms. If you would possess her, you must strip them away and this takes time, love and persistence. If you do not do that, then your relationship will be a sham because you don’t have her, you have the face she has prepared to protect herself from the outside world.
• She will naturally subjugate her desires to yours. In my opinion, you have a sacred responsibility to build her up and to strengthen her as a person. Again, you better have the wisdom and experience to do this… if not, find your way together, but be honest with her that you cannot give her what she needs.
• A continuation of the above point: not every submissive is a masochist… often they are, but not always. New and wanna-be Doms need to be told this because if she sees you want to beat her even if she doesn’t want it, she won’t say no. In my opinion, if you find a woman you really care about, you need to do a lot of work understanding what makes her tick, and that does take work. My girl, for instance, literally could not answer the question “what do you want?” when we started talking. Could not answer it. You do not realize how difficult that question can be for a natural submissive, but you need to teach her how to think about it and answer it sometimes.
• Above all… above all other things… be honest with her. In a relationship like this, trust is the one thing that cannot be repaired. If you damage it, you’re done. You also need to be aware that most of these women (in my experience) have an uncanny sixth sense. They are actually or very nearly psychic and will read all of your communications on every level. Don’t lie to them. It’s not worth it and once they catch you in a single lie, you now go into the same pile of “men who hurt her” and you will never truly be trusted again.
• There is no depression or sorrow that can compare to what happens when you hurt or disappoint one of these women. Make sure you understand the responsibility you are assuming when you begin a relationship. On the other hand, they are capable of loving on a level that you probably cannot even begin to comprehend.
• Again let me say this clearly: you have tremendous, profound and sacred responsibility for and to this woman. Don’t fuck around with this lightly.
• This post is not about sex. Done properly, neither is your relationship with her.

One last point… if you are ever fortunate enough to meet a natural submissive who is at a point in her life where she can give herself to you, and if you have within yourself what it takes to master her… well… there is no force in the universe like what you are about to experience. Be forewarned because you cannot possibly be prepared.

I found this and the truth to it is amazing, I highly advise new doms to listen to what this blogger has to say. 

Happy Valentines Day!

   The day of lust and love. Gotta admit I prefer the lust part. I find it hilarious how many couples you can pass on the street today, and you know almost everyone of them is going to have some fun sex tonight. My own little sis called me today asking how to give a lap dance! Oh youth... :) Personally my amazing Valentine's day sex has to wait until this weekend, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to tease my lover until then. Mahaha! I mean... tehe? Well in honor of such a day of sex I started a little something to pass the time until your lover shows up at the door. *wink wink*

I wake to the feeling of a dull throbbing pain on the back of my head, I instinctively go to put my hand there to feel for damage but find that I cannot move my arms; both of my hands have been tied together behind my back. I open your eyes to take a look around, I’m lying on a large bed with black bedding; in the middle of a barely furnished, but  large room with dark red walls and only a small, off-yellow light bulb in the ceiling to provide lighting.

I start to panic and think to shout out but I’m wearing a gag. Just as my mind starts racing as to where I am , or who could have possibly done this to me , I hear the large door at the far side of the room open; The outside of the room is brighter than the inside, and it takes my eyes a while to adjust to the light. Before I have the chance to, the door is briskly slammed shut, and I see him, standing there with a dark and sinister smile on his face.

Using my legs I push against the bed, to get in a sitting position against the head board.  Plus it got me away from the person slowly walking towards me. My eyes slowly started to readjust to the dark, and I could see the smile on their face. Whimpering through the gag, I press myself against the wood. I start to try and struggle my way out of the bonds holding my hands behind my back.

Getting nowhere, I heard a laugh eco through the room. Without thinking about it I try and talk again. Even though I asked “Who are you?” It came out more like a jumble of sounds.  Again I heard that laugh, louder this time as they were just walking up to the bed. The bed I was on was like an island in this dark room; making me miss the light comfort of my bed at home. And soon I was not the only one in this bed; the man had sat down at the foot of it still smiling at me like a fool.

“Aren’t you a pretty one?” 

Hot and Bothered

   I think I'm having one of those nights. You know the nights where no matter what you try to do, you can't quite satisfy yourself. I was just over at my good friend's house. ( You may remember him as pmk222 ) And let me tell you this man is a tease! His family was all there for the super bowl and we were just hanging. (Hopefully cheering at the right times) Then I would feel a hand inch down between my legs, or grab my ass, or even rub my nipples through my shirt. Needless to say he drove me insane. Then sent me home like that!

  So cruel! Now after fingering myself, and using my favorite blue vibrator I'm still not satisfied. I want the touch of  of his hands on my body. The feel of his lips against mine, or even lower. His quick and amazing fingers deep inside me. Or even better, his dick sinking inch by inch into me. Mmm... Gosh I'm not making this better on myself. Oh well maybe anal will do it for me tonight? Its worth a try... Now where did that vibrator go? ;)

Long time no see.

Hey guys! I know it's been forever. There's been a lot distracting me from my usual flow of writing. But cross your fingers, maybe knock on some wood that I'll have something up soon. Here's a little teaser for you, consider it my version of an apology cupcake. :)

Even with the lights on the room was still dark and foreboding. The way he looked at me made me shiver out of fear. I’m out god knows where with a man I've never seen before who obviously has something in store for me, and of course I’m sitting here tied up. My thoughts were yelling at me, which was not helping the massive headache that plagued my skull.

Openly I stared at him. Everything about him was dark, his dark brown hair, dark hazel eyes, and his tan skin. I could tell he was older than me, but he hid it well. In another time and place I might have been attracted to this man. But in the current situation all his looks did was strike fear instead of lust.

Leaning over to me he tucked a stay piece of my light brown hair behind my ear, as he studied my face. The contact made me flinch away; I did not want this man touching me. His eyes went cold. “Don’t flinch away from me. I plan on you being here for a while, so you’re going to have to learn the rules.” Leaning back away from me he says “Rule number one; never pull away from me, you’re here for my pleasure and I plan on taking full advantage of that fact.” 

My Pet.

My pet.

His hands. God those hands. Just the thought is making me tingly all over. I know what those hands can do. I've felt the power behind those long piano fingers; I've felt the warmth of his palms against my sex. So needless to say; I like his hands.

His mouth. Mm his yummy mouth. The taste drives me wild. The way he kisses me, so fully, so passionately. How could I not enjoy it? So much more so when it’s sucking at my nipples or licking me it very personal places.

His eyes. His smothering eyes. I all but melt under the look he gives me when he’s pleasuring me. Looking up at me from under his lashes, a knowing look. He knows how he affects me and he loves every second of it. Such blunt lust! Oh my! I could fall into those eyes.

His chest. Oh it’s just lovely! How I love to bite and play. His chest is perfect for me to lick and nip at. Such a marvelous expanse of skin, all too soon to be covered in my marks.

And best of all. His dick. I’m moaning at the thought! Oh how he fills me! I can feel him hit the back of me time and time again. It’s simply amazing.

Oh how I love my puppy. 

Just me putting some thoughts on paper....

18 Steps to Writing.

Step One: Decide you’re going to write a story.

Step Two: Decide it’s going to be brilliant. Imagine the response of your [teacher, classmates, reading group, agent] and how it will completely change the way they look at you.

Step Three: Open up Microsoft Word.

Step Four: Stare at the blank white screen stretching on into infinity until your eyes begin to burn and your brain hurts from the sheer emptiness of it all.

Step Five: Check your e-mail. If writing a novel, research agents for a couple of hours.

Step Six: Stare at the blank Word document again.

Step Seven: Realize you need music. Spend the next hour finding the perfect “mood” music for what you want to write.

Step Eight: Inspired by [insert perfect music here], click back over to Word document.

Step Nine: Change Facebook status to: [Your name here] is WRITING!!! Realize you aren’t on Twitter, and that anyone who is anyone is networking/wasting time on Twitter. Sign up for an account and spend the next two hours figuring out how it works and what the crap # means.

Step Ten: Stare at blank Word document. Decide you need a title. Brainstorm for the next hour.

Step Eleven: Come up with a GENIUS title. Proudly type “The Scent of Green Papayas” at the top of the document, followed by your name. Happily consider how easily a story will come now that you have such an amazing, literary title.

Step Twelve: Take a four-hour break for snacks and naptime.

Step Thirteen: Refreshed, sit down and toy around with pen names for a while.

Step Fourteen: Realize to your horror that your genius title is actually the name of a Vietnamese foreign film you saw seven years ago.

Step Fifteen: Erase the title, pressing Backspace much harder than necessary.

Step Sixteen: Stare at the blank Word document until your eyes bleed.

Step Seventeen: Check Facebook. See that fourteen people have commented on your status, asking what you are writing. Feel both guilty and annoyed.

Step Eighteen: Slam your laptop shut and go to the movies. Tomorrow’s a better day for writing, anyhow.

See? You never knew writing was so easy!

( Sadly i cannot take credit for this. But none the less i wanted to share it with you all. Its far to true...)