Category: Desire

Touch and touch

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Yesterday, Daddy let me rub his legs and feet. We sat on the couch and I massaged his legs and feet. It was really nice. I love losing myself in touch and massage.

He likes his toes cracked or popped. I’m sure that would give some people the willies but he loves it. I got a majority of them to do it. It’s a little challenge for me. I like challenges.

This morning I masturbated. It had been a long time. I think it has been a couple weeks. I touched myself the other night and started to fall asleep in the middle of it. So, that didn’t count. This morning though, it had been too long. The mere thought of it had my body jumpy. I felt the sizzle of the electric charge running through me. I barely had touched myself and I came. I’ll have to be better at keeping self care on the to-do list.

Happy Monday!

Sex Night!

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Does it matter that my son doesn’t get picked up until 7pm? Nope!

Does it matter that I’m still on my period? Nope!

Does it matter that I’m sick and breathing is a challenge? Heck No!

It’s kid-free night!

I’m exhausted but damn it, I’m going to have 5 fucking minutes of fucking alone time fucking with my Honey. That’s right!

My roommate has been gone for days and she’s going to walk in the fucking minute my son leaves the house, but do I care? Fuck no!

Deal with it people, I get to have sex tonight!

Wooo!!!!!!!!

The Start

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“Eyes down. Hands at your side.” I was naked and on my knees. He sat on the couch in front of me. He took my tits in hand and began to lick and suck my nipples one at a time. It was slow, erotic torture. I was denied touch.  I could only look down. As he sat back on the couch his fingers tweaked my wet, hard nipples. I moaned and looked up at him in reflex. 

“Eyes down. Clearly, I’ve left you to languish too long.  My slut can’t follow simple directions anymore.”  I despaired.  My eyes focused on his belt buckle.  His hand reached out and grabbed my neck with force and I immediately panicked.  My hands came up to protect myself. 

“Arms down!” I snapped my arms back into place and just like that I was entranced. Stern Daddy sends me to a very dark and focused place. I am all alone but for his voice, his touch, his words. I am tethered to him. I am inexorably enshrouded in blackness yet completely under his power and buoyed by his desire. 

“Take out my cock.” His hand released my neck and he sat back to give me access.  I unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled his hard cock out. “Kiss the head of my penis.” I kissed it without touching him anywhere else. I was damned if I would get any other orders wrong. 

I let my lips part and slid them across the silky head.  God, I love the feel of him. “Daddy, may I suck your cock?” I waited and dared not look up.

“Yes, slut.” Yesss. I opened my mouth and took the tip of him in.  I moistened his smooth, bulbous head with my tongue and slid my lips around the whole of it. The feel of his cock in my mouth was heaven.  I sucked him in…effectively tugging on him. His body responded, hardening more.  

I put my hands on the ground inbetween his legs and became a receptical for his cock. I pushed forward until he was hitting the back of my throat.  When he is thrust that deep I can get traction and suck him in earnest.  I was rapt in my work when I heard his voice.

“Rise my love, into the bedroom with you.” I pulled away from his cock and rose to my feet which were prickly with pins and needles from kneeling.  I walked into the bedroom as he followed. “Sula for me.” Sula is a slave position and means to lie on your back, arms at your side and legs spread wide.  I did as commanded. 

He rose up between my legs to go down on me. His lips and tongue swirled my clit making me squirm. Once my clit was hard he pressed his lips up against my body and sealed them around it. As he does that he sucks and works me with his tongue driving me wild. My hands gripped the bed and grabbed at the air, they were expressing somehow the intensity of his ministrations.

He noticed and said, “Keep your hands at your sides whore!” I felt horrible, why can’t I follow a simple rule? He looked up at me in consternation. “Play with yourself.” Dejected, I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit for him. He pulled out the Hitachi.  I knew what he wanted.  “You’re going to give me your come. I want it and you’re going to give it to me. This order you will follow.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I said. I was mortified.

“Daddy’s not here anymore. Now you have to deal with Stern Master and you’re going to give me what I want. This weekend you are mine and this is how it’s going to be.” He turned on the vibrator and put it between my legs. “Hold it.” 

I grabbed onto it as the vibration worked its magic. I closed my eyes and listened to the words he leveled at me.  Words of control, words of possession.  Usually it takes me a long time and sometimes my mind throws me right out of the game but tonight I was his completely. Before I thought possible I told him, “I’m coming Daddy, coming!” My body shook and bucked then I felt him enter me.  His cock filled me and I had what I ached for, he fucked me hard and fast. It was a beautiful homecoming. 

Exposed

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The first night in Cancun, Mr. D greeted me at the door of the hotel.  I came in on a later flight and took a shuttle to the hotel.  

As we sat with the Concierge to get my key to our room, Mr. D told me, “I am a little drunk.  I got El Jefe drunk at the swim-up pool bar today.  I am sunburnt and we made ALL the friends.” That’s my man.  One day in Cancun and he made friends with everyone and trashed himself and his best friend.  Love him!  He is all out sometimes and I love that about him. 


He walked me to our room showing me the hotel and then opening the door to our perfect oasis for the week.  The room was a vision in tropical white. White linens, white leather couches, white bar and white curtains.  The room had a patio out to the pool, a sauna tub and the shower I already mentioned.  The bar was a full bar.  


It was magical and we had it all to ourselves for a full week.  Life was good! It was late but I was hungry from a long day of travel. We ordered room service for me then relaxed on the bed. One thing led to another and Daddy soon had his face buried in my crotch.  We hadn’t seen each other in a month. He had me so turned on.  At about the point I was writhing on the bed he crawled up to whisper in my ear, his hand taking over where his mouth had been. 

“I want to fuck my slut but room service is coming soon. Maybe I’ll have my little whore answer the door naked.” I moaned as he made me hotter and wetter with his hands and his taunts. 

“Yes, I think I will have you answer the door just like this.  Or maybe,” He pulled his shorts down then and took out his cock. “I’ll make you walk to the door with my cum dripping out of you like a dirty whore should.”  With that he fucked me hard and fast all the while my mind is reeling from the thought of exposing myself to the room service guy soon to arrive on our doorstep. Daddy knows how to twist me up so tightly.

I shuddered with the pleasure of his cock pounding me. I looked into his slightly drunken eyes and thought he might be drunk enough to make me do it.  Would I answer the door naked and used? The unanswered question plunked around in my head as he fucked me.

Then, the knock came at the door. I’m sure my eyes widened as round as saucers.  Daddy pulled his cock out of me and pulled up his shorts. “Don’t move.” He said. His voice hard as nails.  I thought, he’s going to bring the guy into the room while I’m naked on the bed. I knew I couldn’t move but at the last second threw the sheet over my bare ass so I was partially covered. 

Daddy walked back into the room alone with a tray of food. I breathed a sigh of relief until, “I didn’t say you could cover yourself.” Damn, caught.

Soon, I was on the ottoman at the end of the bed and he finished fucking me in that position.  We love ottomans. So, that was my welcome to Mexico.

The Shower

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In Cancun, our room had the most fabulous shower.  It was an entire room worth of space.  It had shelves of towels, a bench seat, a handheld shower head and one of those rainforest showers that rain down on you from the ceiling.  

The first day we were at the resort together I had a great time in the pool with all the ladies.  We had drinks and fun in the sun.  Daddy and El Jefe sat on our swim-up patio and watched the girls while smoking cigars.  

Ending the day in the pool, we all made plans for the evening dinner.  I gave Daddy a kiss and went to wash off.  As I stripped off my bikini and turned on the water I felt a presence behind me. It was Daddy.  “I realized where you were going and wanted to be here for your first experience of the shower.”

I turned and smiled as he shucked off his shorts and joined me.  He pulled me into his arms under the water. It was pure heaven.  He held me as he kissed me while the gentle rain of water fell over us. It was incredible. 

He began to kiss me more fervantly.  Along with several rummy drinks, his kisses served to kindle my ardor.  One wall of the shower was marble up to the waist and glass from there to the ceiling.  The window looked out on the room with our friends in clear view on the patio.  If El Jefe had turned around he would have seen me pushed up against that glass as Daddy plumbed my depths with his fingers. 

Knowing we would have folks in the room readying to leave soon, Daddy pulled back and said we should finish getting clean. I wanted to keep getting dirty but I heard him and followed his command. 

Sudsing up a bar of hotel soap I got to wash Daddy from head to toe.  Mmm, my slick and slippery hands touched every part of his body.  I was careful on his sunburnt shoulders but I loved feeling the expanse of his masculine back.  His very wide shoulders taper down to his rock hard ass…mmm.  I kept going further down and washed his toned, tight calves, his feet, then came back up to slide my fingers around his cock and balls.  I could have done that all day.  

We found every opportunity that week to shower together. I recall one particularly hot session where I ended up sitting on the floor sucking his cock. (Marble floors do not lend well to kneeling.)

Anyhow, I just had to share our fabulous shower in Mexico.

Vacation…soon

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Hey lovelies.  I’ve wanted to write all week but what to write about?  Daddy is in another state not sleeping much.  I’m here with a teen going through major emotional upheaval.  Not exactly a hotbed of BDSM. 

We are going on vacation next week, yay.  Our best friends El Jefe and Goddess are getting married again. They have been hitched for 10 years but never did all the fun and fancy until now.  So off we all go to Cancun.  Whoop! 

They have their families along so I don’t think it’ll be all naked fun all the time but we’ll squeeze some fun in I’m sure.  Mr. D and I will have 7 blessedly sinful days together.  Ahhhh.  I will keep you posted. 

Sidetracked

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Ever start writing with the intention of saying one thing only to end up writing about an entirely different thing? Yeah, me too. That’s what happened in my last post.  I fully had the intention of writing something that fit with the title I gave it. But that’s not what came out.

I think when I haven’t written in a long time all the thoughts and feelings I would have written about are still bottled up inside.  I begin writing after a dry spell and once the first jammed up words are out all the other words come spurting out in all directions.  Yes, the visual there was intentional.  It IS a sex blog after all.

My title Sex, what’s that? was a lame segue from a long hiatus to writing about Daddy’s task for me tonight. But my emotions dragged me off elsewhere. It happens.  

We were family Facetiming and the sneaky man was able to give me direction in code to masturbate tonight for him.  It occurred to me after we disconnected that (1) the man is talented in running multiple layer conversations and (2) it has been a holy hell of a long time since I masturbated well.  

How does that happen?  I think I’m a fairly sex-driven individual.  How does that just turn off when he’s not around?  I know I was work and family focused but sheesh…sad. It’s been several weeks of blah.  I had a couple random vibrator/porn moments but I think I also fell asleep more than once thinking about masturbating without actually having bothered.  Lame. 

So, I have a task to do and I must find my mojo because I was directed to do it well. 

Desecration

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I knelt for him last night.  Naked in my room after the house was quiet and the world had slowed.  My thoughts filled with his presence, my breathing shallow as the pain settled into my knees.

The pain has become familiar once more.  This is my joy, my honor to bear. I sat with my ass on my heels, my arms stretched upon the bed.  I prayed as a little girl, hoping as he slept that he felt my heat and my aching desire for him over the miles and through the darkness of dreams. 

Exposed and in need, I dared not touch myself.  I have been feeling guilty touching myself of late.  It has become a perfunctory physical maintenance.  Five or ten minutes before I fall asleep or as I rise to greet the day. Is has not connected me to him.  It has not honored him or served his need.  

Today, we talked in text of our need for each other.  Master has given me a command. Tonight I am to insert a frozen wand into my pussy and then use a vibrator to come for him.  I will endure the cold pain and come for him tonight.  

I feel embraced by him now.  I feel the grip of his hand on my neck.  I will serve his dark desire as he wishes for I am his slave and no more. 

Worship

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We watched a movie and had lunch.  The apartment had every amenity except a couch.  I was using Daddy’s big chair.  The legs had broken in the move so it was quite a bit lower to the floor but still comfy.  He was sitting in a camping chair next to me.  A very nice camping chair but still not ideal. The dining room table sans legs was propped on a box and made a serviceable coffee table. I told him I loved that set up so much I wanted to permanently cut the legs shorter.

I took our dishes to the kitchen and when I returned he pointed to the floor in front of him.  I sank gracefully to my knees.  I put my arms around his waist and held him for a moment.  

I looked up to him knowing I was here at his feet at his beckoning. “I’m going to answer a few work emails but first you’re going to suck my cock.” I smiled as he pulled down the front of his pants. 

“Do you want to suck my cock slut?” 

“Yes Daddy, I love sucking your cock.”  I do.  There is something so incredible about him allowing me to touch his most sacred part. I want every time I pleasure him to be as amazing as I can make it.  

Sure, I could be crass and say, all men want you to suck their cock.  What’s so amazing?  But why be like that?  It serves no one.  I love to give him pleasure.  I love to have a goal and a challenge.  My challenge is to make every flick of the tongue cause a reaction, every deep throat push deeper, every tongue caress hit the sweet spot.  Otherwise, why bother?  Giving my Dominant pleasure is an honor so I treat it as one.

I was languishing in the feel of him on my tongue.  I was tasting the cleanliness of him.  Aching for a drop of his seed to taste.  This wasn’t a blowjob with a direction.  We were both sated.  This was cock worship.  I could blissfully take my time. 

“Hm, you’re so clean.” I said with a little something in my voice.

“Too clean for my slut?  You want that man musk, do ya?”  He knows me.  I smiled with cock in my mouth and pulled out to answer.

“Well, yeah.  I love me some man musk.  Mm hmm.”  I licked him and chuckled.  I refocused on my task.  I love the girth of him, his cock pushing down my throat, stopping my breath, sucking and working my mouth on him.  

Damn, I was getting turned on. I felt the banter fall away and the heat overtake me.  I looked up to him with a mouthful of cock, eyes glazed with passion. I was struck by the intensity of his steely blue stare.  He was watching me and now he had me captive.  My heart jumped in my chest.  

He pulled me up and kissed me.  The fire between us blazed hot and fierce.  I became nothing more than a cinder in his embrace.  Our kissing drugged me.  I fell into a love-induced trance.  His lips trailed down my chin. He gripped my hair pulling my head back to expose my neck. His lips and teeth blazed a line down my throat. I whimpered and tried to pull away. “Stay.” He said, halting my escape. I trust him but the instinct for survival is undeniably animalistic. The fear rolls over me and I become prey.

His lips at my throat, locked together in mutual torment, he said,”Amazing. You are incredible. Three years later and you still have me rock hard and on fire for you.” His teeth dug into my throat.  
“Daddy…” I entreated. My pussy was throbbing and yet I was about to hyperventilate with fear.  “I want you.”  

“Come with me.” He stood and pulled me to my feet.  I thought we were headed to the bedroom but he led me to the other room.  He opened the door.  It was empty and cold except for the spanking bench  in the middle.

“You are mine. My prize. Present yourself.” He said.  I pulled off my pants and mounted the bench.  I knew what was coming.  All his toys remained packed in the other room.   One hand went to my neck the other my ass.  Gripping the hair at my nape, he spanked my ass twice…then four times in quick succession.  It was hard, it was fast.  The pace matched our pheromone fueled heartbeats.

His fingers pushed into my sex.  God, I wanted him.   The more he spanked me, the more I would do anything to have him.  Damn, I had missed him.   After warming my ass and my pussy he propelled me to the bedroom for a sound fucking. 

Aching Need

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Daddy and I have been sick for weeks.  One of those hacking coughs that precursors something worse.  We are both finally on antibiotics and healing.  

When Daddy saw his Doctor they found that even on multiple blood pressure meds his blood pressure is still dangerously high.  They put him on a couple more.  

With all this happening, we weren’t able to have sex before he left for Texas.  I bit my tongue even though I desperately wanted him.  You want to say your sex life is worth dying for but in reality I don’t want to kill the man with ecstasy. 

But damn I want him.  Two more weeks until I see him.  Every night this week I’ve masturbated after all are asleep and the house is quiet. The need is so great that every orgasm has rocked me long past my normal response.  It’s this odd shaking shudder that begins in my sex and spasms through the rest of me.  Delicious but telling.  

I ache in a very deep way for my Master, my Daddy, now my Fiancé. He brought me to life and my body responds to him like no other.  

Counting the days…