"Do you want me to answer? X in detail x"
I'm in the bedroom on all fours blindfolded on with my naked ass pointing towards the door. My wrists are cuffed with straps running under the mattress just waiting to be pulled tight. After an eternity, or it could have been just a minute as it's hard to tell, I hear the door being pushed open, close. As agreed, I can say nothing, but I am sure you know I am smiling.
You can't resist cupping my breasts as you take your time walking around the bed. I am careful to keep my arse up as you told me to in your messages, as I want you to make sure you'll have proper access. I feel the straps being secured Then you ordered me to open my mouth and grabbing my hair and shoved your cock in mouth. I struggling to suck this gorgeous cock but clearly you didn't care and just kept face fucking me, until your cock is nice and hard you than pull out of my mouth
Finally, I hear you removing clothes and speak
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I think a lot, about a lot of things.
The condition of the world and what I/we can do better.
How to solve a problem like my Dad.
Will I get worse any time soon and what will my older age be like (I try not suppress that one a lot).
Why me?
Work stuff.
Academic stuff, Mr KC and I talk a lot about various bits of science that interests us or is topical. We talk about history and social stuff and all sorts really.
Should I get a different job, that's another thing.
Our son - lots of thoughts about him.
Am I good enough as a wife?
Am I a good mother?
Am I a burden?
Loads really. My brain is always turning stuff around. |
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"What stimulates your mind?
Arouse me
Lateral thinking puzzles, murder mysteries, case files, poignant questions asked by beautiful minds. what do you think about most days?"
I mainly replay interactions I've had and run through simulations of how I could have done them better, play hypothetical simulations of upcoming conversations/events based on how I expect them to go or outcomes they could have, or just sit staring blankly into space watching time tick by as my to-do list grows in size. :P |
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"Check your messages. I downloaded some of the stupid shit going on in my head
Care to share with me as well, if you're so inclined?
Creative projects that aren't ready for the light of day yet"
Entirely fair. |
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"Do you want me to answer? X in detail x
I'm in the bedroom on all fours blindfolded on with my naked ass pointing towards the door. My wrists are cuffed with straps running under the mattress just waiting to be pulled tight. After an eternity, or it could have been just a minute as it's hard to tell, I hear the door being pushed open, close. As agreed, I can say nothing, but I am sure you know I am smiling.
You can't resist cupping my breasts as you take your time walking around the bed. I am careful to keep my arse up as you told me to in your messages, as I want you to make sure you'll have proper access. I feel the straps being secured Then you ordered me to open my mouth and grabbing my hair and shoved your cock in mouth. I struggling to suck this gorgeous cock but clearly you didn't care and just kept face fucking me, until your cock is nice and hard you than pull out of my mouth
Finally, I hear you removing clothes and speak
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"Do you want me to answer? X in detail x
I'm in the bedroom on all fours blindfolded on with my naked ass pointing towards the door. My wrists are cuffed with straps running under the mattress just waiting to be pulled tight. After an eternity, or it could have been just a minute as it's hard to tell, I hear the door being pushed open, close. As agreed, I can say nothing, but I am sure you know I am smiling.
You can't resist cupping my breasts as you take your time walking around the bed. I am careful to keep my arse up as you told me to in your messages, as I want you to make sure you'll have proper access. I feel the straps being secured Then you ordered me to open my mouth and grabbing my hair and shoved your cock in mouth. I struggling to suck this gorgeous cock but clearly you didn't care and just kept face fucking me, until your cock is nice and hard you than pull out of my mouth
Finally, I hear you removing clothes and speak
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Fuckkkk I literally got harder as I kept reading
I am horny as fuck now wow wow wow |
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Alright. I'll play. First draft almost stream of consciousness shit.
We'd been circling around each other for years. Longer than either of us could really remember.
There had always been something standing in the way. Something forbidden. Unspoken. Many somethings.
Until today.
I'm surprised by how nervous I am. I feel like I know you so well. Know that I can trust you intimately. More intimately than just sex. Not that this would be "just" sex. More a physical manifestation of the dance we've been engaged in for so long.
But I still feel that familiar anxiety catch in my throat. I wonder if you feel the same.
I don't think my bravado fools you. You know me too well. Know me better than I know myself sometimes. But it's a game I feel I have to play. No matter how much you tell me otherwise. One day maybe I'll believe your reassurances. That I don't have to pretend for you. That I'm enough as I am.
Your hand on my back sends shivers down my spine. I'm touch starved, again. That's painful. But that's not the only reason why my skin is standing on end. I feel the undercurrent between us shifting. I try to trust myself as much as I trust you. You've only proven yourself to me for five or six years now.
Is that a flicker I see in your eyes? Your own anxieties? Fuck. I'm so caught up in my own bullshit sometimes. You deserve better than this. I've never understood what you see in me. I just trust that you do.
I feel myself melt into your embrace. At a certain point instincts kick in. I forget about being inadequate, I go with the flow. I just listen. In the same way I've been listening to you all along, I suppose. Listening with my body rather than reading your words. |
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"Alright. I'll play. First draft almost stream of consciousness shit.
We'd been circling around each other for years. Longer than either of us could really remember.
There had always been something standing in the way. Something forbidden. Unspoken. Many somethings.
Until today.
I'm surprised by how nervous I am. I feel like I know you so well. Know that I can trust you intimately. More intimately than just sex. Not that this would be "just" sex. More a physical manifestation of the dance we've been engaged in for so long.
But I still feel that familiar anxiety catch in my throat. I wonder if you feel the same.
I don't think my bravado fools you. You know me too well. Know me better than I know myself sometimes. But it's a game I feel I have to play. No matter how much you tell me otherwise. One day maybe I'll believe your reassurances. That I don't have to pretend for you. That I'm enough as I am.
Your hand on my back sends shivers down my spine. I'm touch starved, again. That's painful. But that's not the only reason why my skin is standing on end. I feel the undercurrent between us shifting. I try to trust myself as much as I trust you. You've only proven yourself to me for five or six years now.
Is that a flicker I see in your eyes? Your own anxieties? Fuck. I'm so caught up in my own bullshit sometimes. You deserve better than this. I've never understood what you see in me. I just trust that you do.
I feel myself melt into your embrace. At a certain point instincts kick in. I forget about being inadequate, I go with the flow. I just listen. In the same way I've been listening to you all along, I suppose. Listening with my body rather than reading your words."
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"Alright. I'll play. First draft almost stream of consciousness shit.
We'd been circling around each other for years. Longer than either of us could really remember.
There had always been something standing in the way. Something forbidden. Unspoken. Many somethings.
Until today.
I'm surprised by how nervous I am. I feel like I know you so well. Know that I can trust you intimately. More intimately than just sex. Not that this would be "just" sex. More a physical manifestation of the dance we've been engaged in for so long.
But I still feel that familiar anxiety catch in my throat. I wonder if you feel the same.
I don't think my bravado fools you. You know me too well. Know me better than I know myself sometimes. But it's a game I feel I have to play. No matter how much you tell me otherwise. One day maybe I'll believe your reassurances. That I don't have to pretend for you. That I'm enough as I am.
Your hand on my back sends shivers down my spine. I'm touch starved, again. That's painful. But that's not the only reason why my skin is standing on end. I feel the undercurrent between us shifting. I try to trust myself as much as I trust you. You've only proven yourself to me for five or six years now.
Is that a flicker I see in your eyes? Your own anxieties? Fuck. I'm so caught up in my own bullshit sometimes. You deserve better than this. I've never understood what you see in me. I just trust that you do.
I feel myself melt into your embrace. At a certain point instincts kick in. I forget about being inadequate, I go with the flow. I just listen. In the same way I've been listening to you all along, I suppose. Listening with my body rather than reading your words."
Daaaaamn, swing. |
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I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
Reading Kerouac, or experiences that manifest that sensation that finding Nirvana is like locating silence. When seeking stops and, whilst nothing changes, everything falls into place.
Walking in the woods, until I stop for no reason and notice a single flower or take in the immensity of existence.
Staying up all night, chattering and giggling in a bubble of our creation and then silently standing in the street, in awe, tired eyes in dressing gowns staring at sunrise echoes on fragile clouds.
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"Tell me you're my slut," you command.
I softly moan, "I'm your Slut."
"Louder. I want to hear you convince me," you command
"Thank you for making me your Slut I'm yours to use however you want! Please... fuck me like the little cum-dump whore that I am!"
Your hands caress my arse and squeeze my cheeks. Using your fingers to move it around the rim, teasing the nerve endings around my hole, just dipping A well lubricated finger inside. I you hear my intake of breath as you se go a little deeper, you mount the bed and push your cock into my arse. Not slowly but fast enough that I'm so focused on the sensation. I am thankful that you applied plenty of lube! I enjoy the sensation of being stretch and stuffed.
Once you've cock in balls deep you slowly pull out you teasingly until your cock head nearly escapes my butt and is stretching my hole. You begin pumping that huge beast into my arse I can feel every stroke and I'm unable to keep my moans from escaping. I feel the edges of an intense orgasm coming; my body is craving it intensely! I'm about to break my promise not to speak until spoken to as you pounding away relentlessly into me our flesh smacking together. Your hands sneak around to me to find my nipples you pinching and pulling them mercilessly I am helpless to stop you. Seeing a dildo next to the bed you ram it into my wet pussy and pound my pussy and arse at the same time. I am now cum like never before pussy juice are flow as I am cumming over and over again. Your steady pounding now becomes hurried Moments later I feel ......
So What I am thinking is what happens next?
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