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!