Sex Night!

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!


Write or Perish

Our D/s part of our relationship has waned. It’s a matter of stressors and too many people in our home. We have no alone time to speak of. So, we have urgent but attemptedly quiet sex for the most part.

It didn’t feel like I should write about that. It isn’t the most passionate situation to write about. With my son and my best friend in the rooms next to ours, we are hampered. We have two more months of no free time to go. I love my friend and am so grateful Daddy has allowed me to have her in our home for this short stay, still…it’s hard. I have felt like our kink was perfunctory and our lifestyle gone. But I need to write about this struggle so that something of our lifestyle lives on in the now.

Daddy did something so incredibly sexy yesterday. He set up a rig out back with zip-tied cuffs on a punching bag frame. Everyone in the home was gone for about an hour. He cuffed me in with my arms over my head. He told me, I’d be whipped publicly for all to hear. It was in our new back yard. My heart skipped a beat. I was nervous but god I wanted this. As he pulled down my pants so my thong and ass were showing, I looked around us. Our new but annoyingly vocal neighbor’s upstairs window looked right down on us. I was concerned. Even as Daddy started to spank me, I despaired. We had just moved in and I didn’t want trouble.

He rubbed my ass and said, “You are nervous but I know you’re excited too. I’m so hard already.” Damn it, for that window! I wanted this so fucking badly. He took the flogger to me then. The sting felt so good, so welcome but I couldn’t stop stressing about the damned neighbor.

Daddy sensed I was too quiet so he checked in with me. I told him about the neighbor’s windows and my fears. After a minute he took me down and we put the fun toys away. At least we took my private collar and the cuffs up to our room. The whole toy bag has been in the garage since we moved in here two months ago.

Daddy’s shoulder was hurting him anyway so in hindsight I’m glad we didn’t continue, he would have been in a lot more pain. Trying to eek a kinky lifestyle out of a family life is no laughing matter. We both want it. Fuck, yes, we do. We’re just not having much success at the moment.

Lick it

Daddy made me hang my head off the end of the bed. I knew what that meant. I would be face fucked. We had a full weekend of play and Daddy was diving deeper and deeper into his Masterhood.

He had forced his cock down my throat on the couch with some success and some choking. In the upright position he hits my throat and plugs it completely making me gag unless I'm clearly focused on relaxing for him. He held me on his cock several times where I panicked and came up gasping for air.

Now though, I had my head hung off the side of the bed and he mounted my face. In this position it's a straight shot through my mouth down my throat. There is no curve to hinder his entry. He slides right in. He let me quickly moisten his whole length then he fucked my mouth fast and hard.

I was lulled by his talk and the deeply submissive state he had me in. I was calm, I was his slut toy, his chattel. I was his human flesh light. He fucked my face until my lips and cheeks were glistening with spit. My eyes closed and I was in a world of his making.

He fucked my mouth and throat with pure dominant ferocity. He would push all the way into my throat and plug any avenue I had to breathe. He'd grunt and hold himself there until the desperation to breathe would build and blossom in my lungs. They would ache to explode the used air out of my mouth. I'd tap his leg in a weak attempt to obey nature. Finally he pulled out and I'd gasp.

All the while he talked. His words lured me along in the dark under the trance of his dominance. "Take it slave. You are mine to fuck as I will. My fuck toy. My little cum whore, you're going to take my cum and like it, aren't you?" Questions I couldn't answer. He would answer them for me with a deeper thrust urging a gagging response.

He pulled out of my throat and turned. He pushed his ass in my glistening face. "Lick it whore. Lick my ass. You know you want it. Lick it!" He bent over and his asshole pushed down on me. I licked it, I was eager for it. His ass cheeks pushed down on my cheeks and my face was mashed up in his crack. I licked his puckered asshole for the heady submissive thrill of it. He commanded and I obeyed. I licked and sucked and heard him groan. God, I was in ecstasy with it. I loved that he did not flinch in demanding the dirty things he wanted from me.

I loved every moment of him taking what he wanted without apology or hesitation. I am his fuck toy. I am owned and used. My fantasy has come to life.


I feel it on me like a heavy blanket.  Time to shake it off.  Time to get busy.  One night stewing in an empty house and I turn into a head case?  I’m beginning to think I touch my Sweetie and my son all the time for my own oxytocin fix. 

Time to throw off the depression.  Time to get busy instead of sitting home moping.  I need a to-do list and a swift kick in the ass. 

This is bullshit and I know it.  

Moving on to something more productive!

I Want

He tweaks my nipple and I want him.  

He left to play golf many many miles away.

I want a facefucking in the worst way.

I want to be used, abused and taken.

I want his cock deep inside me.  

I want his fingers down my throat as he fucks me sore.

I want to be on my knees for him.

I want…

Power On

We live our lives and it’s good. We’re joining our lives more and more. I went to an event with Mr. D and met more of his friends. We had a relaxing and fun time. We had a little drunk time too. All good fun. All vanilla fun for the most part.

Thursday night, he spent the night at my place. We’re moving in together this weekend and I was feeling stressed about space for everything so I wanted him to come and game plan the move with me. We didn’t really end up doing that but we had a nice dinner and we waited for my brother to stop by to pick up some things. In general, a normal vanilla evening.

I was on my period, it had just started. Talk about the worst timing. Well, we’d had months of it falling during the week when I wasn’t with him, so, all’s fair I guess. He told me, “Well then, I guess your ass is mine tonight.” I felt the usual wave of nervous trepidation that comes over me when I know butt sex is imminent.  

Daddy is large and more importantly has some serious girth to his package. Anal is a hurdle. One that no one else has surmounted for him so I’m proud to serve him that way. Still, it’s a hurdle.

We cuddled on the bed. He gripped my neck and his dominance wrapped itself around me in all its power. Fuck, I love that. It’s like air. Air that I need to survive. I don’t realize it’s missing until it’s there again. Then, I breathe it in. I expand and I feel my wings unfurl. My God, the feel of it on me is like no other presence I’ve ever experienced. I crave him, I meld with him, I belong to him like no other.

“You, my little cumwhore, you are going to get either the large or the medium butt plug and you’re going to put it in your fine ass. Then you will get between my legs and worship my cock. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I croaked out the words around his tightening hand.

“What are you?” His words rumbled over me. His mouth on my cheek.

“Your cumwhore Daddy.” I shuddered and bathed myself in his power.

“That’s right. Now go.” He released my throat and I coughed from the sudden availability of air. My throat was scratchy and stuck together from his grip. I found the medium plug and the lube. I lubed the plug well and brought it back to the bed. I squatted right next to the bed so my eyes were level with his and worked the plug into my tight, unprepared ass. I closed my eyes briefly as I felt the bulb stretch me and pop inside. I looked up at him when it was done.

“Nicely done little girl. Now get to work.” I love feeling his pride. I love doing things in a way that serves his lust. I knelt between his legs. 

“May I Daddy?” I must ask permission first. I had gotten in trouble earlier for not asking permission. Even though I was ordered to the task, I asked.

“Good girl, yes, you may.” I sucked his cock in my mouth. I savored the taste and feel of him. I felt him grow and harden in my lips and my throat. I took him in as far as I could, pushing myself ever deeper each stroke. His words taunted me as I worked.

“You are a good cumwhore. I’m going to take that ass. I’m going to sink myself deep in your tight hole. Do you want that?” I nodded while my mouth was full of cock.
He grabbed my hair and forced his cock all the way down my throat. 

“Take it, take it. Yes! Oh yes, good slut.”

“On your side, knees up, head at the corner of the bed.” All the while I had sucked his cock, the plug had worked inside me. I felt it loosening and moving inside the whole time. It was quite erotic. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out then he was on me. His body pushed up behind me and his hard cock found it’s way to my tight, prepared asshole.

He thrust slowly and was easily inside me. I was surprised how easy it was this time. Usually, I panic and we stop then we continue again until we fit together. There was none of that this time. He slid right in. He stopped and checked on me. I was ready for him. I wanted him to move. He began to move slowly and soon he was fucking me hard and fast. The feel was intense and glorious. I heard myself moan. I gripped the bed sheets and rode the waves of pleasure as he took my ass over and over again.

I know I spoke to him. I’m not sure what I said exactly. I think I begged him to fill my ass. I wanted him to keep fucking me but I ached for his cum to fill me. It is such a dichotomy of need. Keep fucking but fill me, give me your cum! There is nothing like it. When he came inside my ass, oh it was like the 4th of July. Yes, I needed that so much. I needed him, I needed his dominance. I needed it all.


Daddy and I are in the midst of a fire storm of lust.  Lust is ephemeral, it ebbs and flows naturally but right now it is hot and palpable between us.  We are three days into some intense connection with no signs of a slow down.

Today we ran errands and had lunch.  We just returned and while he used the bathroom, I enjoyed a little rest on the bed checking up on social media. I’m dressed for Daddy today.  I have on black tights that have a sexy cross stitch up the leg, a black body suit with a low cut V-neck and a tiny Minnie Mouse skirt of polka dots.

He told me he’d be going out to enjoy a cigar and that we’d nap afterwards in preparation for our evening.  Relaxed and easy, I thought.  Until he started feeling my ass and thighs through the leggings.  He ran his hands over the slinky material then his teeth sank into my ass.  Damn, he drives me insane with need.  He bit and moved, bit and moved, the material of the leggings doing nothing to impede him or his teeth from making contact with my tender ass.  When he bit the sensitive meridian between ass and thigh I clearly yelped.  My body and mind reacted to him in a rush.

His hands moved up my back, pushing me into the bed.  Over and over, he pushed me down.  It felt divine.  I love him manhandling me.  He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and yanked me up from the bed. “You are a Goddess.  You turn me on.  You will take this energy and write for me.  Is that clear?”

“Yes,  yes Daddy.  I will.”

“Yes, you will.” He pulled down my pants and unsnapped the body suit.  His fingers pushed into my sex.  Damn, he sends wildfire through me with his touch.  He pumped his finger into my sex and then tasted my juices on him.  “Here, you need to taste this too.” His finger plunged in me again and was then presented to my lips.  I suckled as commanded.

He pulled down his jeans, he was standing near the bed.  He took a handful of my hair and pushed me towards him.  My lips wrapped around the dripping head of his cock.  I tasted him and moaned.  I tasted us together and ached to keep sucking him. He pulled away from me then.  “I’ll be back in a hour.  Write.”



Now, I’ve done the one thing I never wanted to do.  I hurt Daddy.  I didn’t communicate and now I’ve hurt the one person that I should have put above all others.  Why can’t I communicate like I should?

What stops me from doing the right thing immediately?  I want to please everyone, I don’t want to hurt anyone and yet I seem to do just that. I hurt Daddy and I feel like the worst person on earth.

Why is this so hard?  Why am I so broken?  How can I make amends and more importantly, what can I do to handle things right in the first place?


I arrived at Mr. D’s.  I went to his room to say hello and let him know I was there. We talked and after I kneeled for him he said, “On your back.”

He got between my legs and put a couple drops of lube on me. He was in need of me as I was in need of him.  He sheathed his cock in me to the hilt. Quickly, he built a rhythm. This was straight, raw, fucking.  I could tell right away that this was a night unlike most.  There would be no play, no nuance, no teasing.  This was pure hunger.  

He pumped me deep, he pumped me hard, and soon he buried himself all the way inside me and yelled out as he came.  I loved every brief minute of it.  He rarely allows himself such a direct route to orgasm.  I held him as he shook and my joy filled me full. 

There is something so fulfilling about a quickie like that. Mmm.

Mind F*ck

Lying together on the bed, Mr. D whispered in my ear, “Touch yourself, cum for me.” We were kissing until then.  I thought we were heading in a different direction than this. Dutifully, I put my hand between my legs and stroked my clit. He was pressed against me.  We had only just begun, my body needed a lot to get going this way.  

I had been practicing cumming for him for weeks.  I’ve changed the whole way I masturbate.  Instead of porn, I only allow myself to masturbate while thinking of Daddy.  What always sends me over the edge is imagining his voice telling me to come.  I touch myself and think of him whispering in my ear and commanding me to orgasm.  At the end, I just imagine him repeatedly saying, “Do this for me, cum for Daddy.  Cum for me. I want to see my little slut cum.” Words to that effect, over and over.

Now, here I was, masturbating for him in earnest.  I wanted so badly to do this for him.  I felt my body slowly come awake.  It felt agonizingly slow though.  I hadn’t been prepared for this.  But damn it, no, I was prepared and this was happening.  I closed my eyes tighter and kept going. 

“That’s right baby girl, play with yourself for Daddy.” His lips kissed my cheek.  His hot breath tickled my ear.  That’s exactly what I wanted, exactly how I imagine him.  God, he turns me on.  His voice in my head sets a wildfire to blaze. My fingers moved faster.

“If you cum for me then I’ll fuck you.” His body pressed to mine.  I whimpered.  I wanted him and the need was growing.  What if I couldn’t cum for him? He’d still fuck me, right? Damn it.  I had my doubts.  I played with myself harder. I began to pant from the exertion. My body was responding now.

“What if I put my dick in you and just wait there?” He was toying with me.  Definitely, toying with me.  My hand moved in a blur over my clit.  Please God, let it build.  Let my body do as I ask! 

“Is it building my little slut?” I vigorously nodded my head.  What a lie. My cunt was puffy, my clit hard but damned if this wasn’t going anywhere.  My stress to perform was more than my body would put up with, traitor.

He leaned in and whispered dirty things in my ear.  I moaned.  I grabbed his shirt.  “I want you inside me Daddy.”

“Mmm, I know you do little girl.  But you have to cum for Daddy, don’t you?” Fuck! Double fuck, as my clit went running from my fingers.  I whimpered against him and kissed him feverishly.  What else could I do to get him to fuck me? I wanted him so badly but I couldn’t obey him.  I wanted to but my body just wouldn’t. 

“Shall Daddy put his dick inside your little cunt and wait until you cum for me?” Yes, yes, yes that’s what he should do!

“Yes Daddy, please!” 

He mounted me and shoved his cock deep in me.  Fuck yes, that’s what I ached to have.  Fill me Daddy, fuck me until I no longer exist.  But then he stopped moving. Fuck!

“Keep those fingers moving little girl.” I pushed harder on my clit and kept playing with it for him.  In the back of my mind, I knew exactly what he was doing.  Did he really expect me to cum in this situation? Probably not.  But I had worked so hard to get better at this. Though recently I hadn’t worked at it at all.  Life had taken that away for a while. Damn it, I only had myself to blame for not practicing.

He pulled out and pushed back in.  Yes, please, please more.  “Keep those fingers moving. You will cum for me.” My mind was over the edge.  Anything for Daddy.  Whatever Daddy wanted.  Give it to Daddy.

He began to fuck me.  His voice fucked my mind and his cock fucked my pussy.  “You’d better not stop.  I see those fingers stop and I stop too.” Okay, okay, I’m rubbing and rubbing! I don’t dare stop.  He’ll stop too.  Anything but that.

“Good girl.” That’s all I want, him happy.  Daddy happy with me. My fingers kept moving. I despaired, there was no way I was cumming.  But he was fucking me, that was amazing.  I was in turmoil.  The pleasure was intense, my body was convulsing, my mind was torn.  Please let me please him.  

“That’s a good girl, oh such a good little slut!” He thrust deep inside me and came so hard.  His body shook and he cried out.  I smiled and felt his body thrusting his seed deep into me.  I gave him pleasure, I pleased him and he came hard.

I was a good girl…but I hadn’t cum. As we slowed and came to rest my mind wouldn’t let go of that.  I didn’t do as he asked.  I couldn’t give him what he commanded.  A wave of sadness hit me and I had trouble breathing.  Let it go, I told myself.  He was pleased.  But even as my mind fought to hear it my heart just broke.  I hadn’t obeyed.

Get a damned grip on yourself.  I knew any second he’d check in on me and ask me if I was okay.  I wasn’t.  That would be bad.  

“You okay?” I nodded against his belly.  I was cocooned into him.  I was okay but I needed time.  Please just give me time to find okay again. I don’t want to worry him.  I held onto him.  He caressed my back and said, “Something’s not right.  Something is off.” He tilted my chin up so he could look at me.  I lowered my eyes.  

“I just couldn’t give you want you asked for.” I said.  I looked up to him hesitantly.

He chuckled. “That’s why it’s called a mind fuck Sweetie.”

“I know.” I really did know but it did a number on me even though I knew. How’s that for a mind fuck?

I got up and got a hot towel to wash us off.  I took a minute while the water got hot to calm myself more.

When I came back and washed him he told me to kneel beside the bed. “Honey, I didn’t expect you to cum. You’ve cum for me before.  If I really wanted to see that, I would have left you alone and let you cum.  Instead I messed with you and distracted you and made it so you couldn’t.”

“I know Daddy, I really do.  I just felt so sad even though I know you didn’t really expect it.”

“Do you want to keep playing like this? Maybe this was too soon since everything happened.” I shook my head.

“I want this Daddy.”

“I know you do Honey, or I wouldn’t have asked you to get on your knees right now. But if it’s too much or I go too far you need to tell me.” I nodded.  

He motioned me on the bed and I crawled into his arms.  Afterwards we talked and cuddled and he brought me back to my happy self.  He always takes care of me and makes sure I am okay.  I love him so much, I love that he tests me and pushes me and takes me to dark places with him and for him.

I know he will read this and worry some more.  He will change what he does and modify the way he handles me because of my words.  The Engineer in him can’t help but do that.  Sometimes I don’t want to write the hard things because I fear he’ll pull back and treat me too softly.  The Daddy part of him is very deep and protective.  But I always write it all.  I must tell every emotion I feel and recount it for him whether or not I fear change. He is my Dominant and it is for him to decide.  I don’t fear anymore that he’ll hide the darkness forever.  He won’t.  I see it there inside him and it calls to me.