Archive for December, 2006

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Part One

December 13, 2006

I turn up the music. it goes from dull background noise to a level where it moves your body. the bass beats against you – us. I can feel it against my cock, can you feel it pulse against your pussy?

i look at you laying there; your collar so perfect, leathers on your wrists and ankles. you spread yourself as I normally like to tie you down. tonight i just smile down at you. you know, i know – you will not move any limb unless I tell you to – ropes or not. your hands are high behind your head, your knees drawn up and spread; your neck arched in anticipation. those pointed nipples with your bars shining under the dim light. i want to see my reflection in them as I see my reflection in your eyes.

I like to make you wait. As much as i just want to plunge myself in that wet and waiting cunt. you would like that too much – i would like that too much.

Your left leg tries to extend, a smack to your inner thigh draws; it back up again. you don’t flinch or make a noise, you only react.

I like to watch as your pussy pulses, twitches with the thought of something penetrating it. your beads of moisture building up on your lips. Just as my cock twitches thinking of sinking into you; my drops of precum seeping out.

i spread my thighs wider to keep yours apart. our eyes lock for a moments as I gaze down your sexy curves. my fingers start feeling you around your throat, squeezing the thick leather collar for a moment. then following down your body. over those full breasts, down your ribs, then over your stomache.

I watch an elbow jerk, a hand tries to move down towards me. you feel your flesh devoid of my touch without warning. I listen to your throaty moan and watch your lips curl at me, your eyes avoid my stare.

“damn baby, my little slut, so wet? so soon? i haven’t even touched you yet” i gently, teasingly coo in your ear, you feeling my warm breath.

i sit back up watching your body a flutter. wanting to move, yearning for some contact, the pleasure you want right now. my cock resting on your mound. it is so beautiful, swollen and red with lust. you want to grind against me, as i want you to grind against me, but you still know better. you are lucky to get away with what you are now. your hips moving in a teasing grind.

i rub my cock against your slit, up and down; circling your clit, up and down again. I plunge in without warning, hearing you gasp and feeling your legs jerk back. your hands jerk down only to snap back into place. I don’t move once in, I just relish the feelings of your pulsing, wet, hot cunt around me.

i look down to watch your face, wincing at first and then warm with pleasure. you open your eyes, locking up at me.

i barely hear your voice over the music, but read your lips “how do you want me baby?”

before my mind can filter the words, my mouth says “in your ass”

my good little slut doesn’t hesitate as you roll over on all fours, your ass high in the air for me. i don’t even have to tie you down to take you. my gaze is locked on your dripping pussy and perfect pink puckered ass.

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Her Ass – Part One

December 13, 2006

I turn up the music. it goes from dull background noise to a level where it moves your body. the bass beats against you – us. I can feel it against my cock, can you feel it pulse against your pussy?

i look at you laying there; your collar so perfect, leathers on your wrists and ankles. you spread yourself as I normally like to tie you down. tonight i just smile down at you. you know, i know – you will not move any limb unless I tell you to – ropes or not. your hands are high behind your head, your knees drawn up and spread; your neck arched in anticipation. those pointed nipples with your bars shining under the dim light. i want to see my reflection in them as I see my reflection in your eyes.

I like to make you wait. As much as i just want to plunge myself in that wet and waiting cunt. you would like that too much – i would like that too much.

Your left leg tries to extend, a smack to your inner thigh draws; it back up again. you don’t flinch or make a noise, you only react.

I like to watch as your pussy pulses, twitches with the thought of something penetrating it. your beads of moisture building up on your lips. Just as my cock twitches thinking of sinking into you; my drops of precum seeping out.

i spread my thighs wider to keep yours apart. our eyes lock for a moments as I gaze down your sexy curves. my fingers start feeling you around your throat, squeezing the thick leather collar for a moment. then following down your body. over those full breasts, down your ribs, then over your stomache.

I watch an elbow jerk, a hand tries to move down towards me. you feel your flesh devoid of my touch without warning. I listen to your throaty moan and watch your lips curl at me, your eyes avoid my stare.

“damn baby, my little slut, so wet? so soon? i haven’t even touched you yet” i gently, teasingly coo in your ear, you feeling my warm breath.

i sit back up watching your body a flutter. wanting to move, yearning for some contact, the pleasure you want right now. my cock resting on your mound. it is so beautiful, swollen and red with lust. you want to grind against me, as i want you to grind against me, but you still know better. you are lucky to get away with what you are now. your hips moving in a teasing grind.

i rub my cock against your slit, up and down; circling your clit, up and down again. I plunge in without warning, hearing you gasp and feeling your legs jerk back. your hands jerk down only to snap back into place. I don’t move once in, I just relish the feelings of your pulsing, wet, hot cunt around me.

i look down to watch your face, wincing at first and then warm with pleasure. you open your eyes, locking up at me.

i barely hear your voice over the music, but read your lips “how do you want me baby?”

before my mind can filter the words, my mouth says “in your ass”

my good little slut doesn’t hesitate as you roll over on all fours, your ass high in the air for me. i don’t even have to tie you down to take you. my gaze is locked on your dripping pussy and perfect pink puckered ass.

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Six Wicked Things

December 8, 2006

I got tagged over the weekend – OMG last weekend – so things have been a bit crazy on this end.

OK, lets just get going then.
— PASTE —

be warned, i did not write the following rules. blah blah blah.

THE RULES (modified by grace):
Each player of this game starts with the “6 wicked things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 wicked things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog

Away we go. . .

6 wicked things about me:

- I can tolerate ignorant people; they still have some capacity to learn and understand in the future. They just need educated. But if they are stupid, there is no help for them, as they have lost all capacity to learn or experience in life. To these people I will not coddle their fragile state of self, they brought their fate upon themselves.

- I get all of the good gossip from around the office. I listen and don’t speak. knowledge is power.

- I have masturbated at my desk for 8 years this Feb. I do this at least once a week. it all started on a kinky bet with J.

- I still get along with all of my exgirlfriends; most were good friends before lovers. We have no problems going out, having a beer, and catching up – save the wife, she hates them all. the webs we all weave. . .

- pickup chicks in church; I have since my confirmation day, T from my group. T and I made out in the church library. how bad can the good girl be? looking at them dresses to the nines, looking hot. thinking about those decent limits she may have, how corruptable is she? to this day, I am at a new church. first chick I flirted with was the pastors daugther. aaaaahhhhhmmmm

- pain I like – metal, a warm searing pain as it glides through the flesh. cold has a special pain all to its own. it is more of a stinging pain. similar to holding your hand over a hot flame. the cold burns just as heat can. And the pain flesh causes to flesh. The rake of her nails down my back, tearing through my skin. *

* wife chews her nails so I have not had the pleasure in over 6 years – WIH makes sad face here.

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Six Wicked Things

December 8, 2006

I got tagged over the weekend – OMG last weekend – so things have been a bit crazy on this end.

OK, lets just get going then.
— PASTE —

be warned, i did not write the following rules. blah blah blah.

THE RULES (modified by grace):
Each player of this game starts with the “6 wicked things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 wicked things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog

Away we go. . .

6 wicked things about me:

- I can tolerate ignorant people; they still have some capacity to learn and understand in the future. They just need educated. But if they are stupid, there is no help for them, as they have lost all capacity to learn or experience in life. To these people I will not coddle their fragile state of self, they brought their fate upon themselves.

- I get all of the good gossip from around the office. I listen and don’t speak. knowledge is power.

- I have masturbated at my desk for 8 years this Feb. I do this at least once a week. it all started on a kinky bet with J.

- I still get along with all of my exgirlfriends; most were good friends before lovers. We have no problems going out, having a beer, and catching up – save the wife, she hates them all. the webs we all weave. . .

- pickup chicks in church; I have since my confirmation day, T from my group. T and I made out in the church library. how bad can the good girl be? looking at them dresses to the nines, looking hot. thinking about those decent limits she may have, how corruptable is she? to this day, I am at a new church. first chick I flirted with was the pastors daugther. aaaaahhhhhmmmm

- pain I like – metal, a warm searing pain as it glides through the flesh. cold has a special pain all to its own. it is more of a stinging pain. similar to holding your hand over a hot flame. the cold burns just as heat can. And the pain flesh causes to flesh. The rake of her nails down my back, tearing through my skin. *

* wife chews her nails so I have not had the pleasure in over 6 years – WIH makes sad face here.

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Checking out the new digs

December 8, 2006

So, nothing too horny here yet. Just checking out the new digs and getting some things in order.

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December 8, 2006

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