I'm not new to anal play but I have never had a butt plug before and I decided it was time for me to try something new. I bought this product after reading the reviews and deciding that I could manage the size. The pretty girlie finish was appealing, too!
I bought my item on Friday evening and it was here by Monday morning, even though I ordered over the festive season. The packaging was nice and discrete as normal; just the kind of good service we know and love.
The toy comes in fairly standard-looking plastic packaging which was easier to get into than some - it just pulled apart rather than having to be hacked to pieces! The card insert looked rather pretty in pinks and purples and did set off the toy rather nicely. I was surprised that the toy was a little bigger than I thought it was going to be, but still not intimidating. It's really well made, with a slightly softer core inside the iridescent outside layer. The plug feels really smooth to the touch and had a slightly fruity smell when I opened the box.
Once I applied plenty of lube it was easy enough to slip inside and it felt really comfortable once I had it settled and I had got used to the size. I was able to walk around with it inside me and it gave a really wonderful full up feeling! When I used my favourite vibe on my clit I had a fantastic orgasm with the plug adding a whole extra dimension to it, especially when I rested my vibe against the plug and made it vibrate too! The wide base made me feel very secure and as it's flat it was easy to sit on, too.
At only £12.99 this was excellent value for money and really worth it (although it may take me a little while to get used to it completely!)
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About Me
- one_lost_kitten
- I am a late 20-something kitten living in a large city in Northern England. I live in a little house in a big city with my cat and my chap and try to make enough money to get by with. My dreams don't involve making a lot of cash but do involve being happy, receiving love and owning more cats.
Fat girl slim?
Well, I can't take my body any more. I'm finally biting the bullet and going along to one of my local Slimming World classes.
I'm terrified. Absolutely scared stiff. But I am going anyway.
Wish me luck.
I'm terrified. Absolutely scared stiff. But I am going anyway.
Wish me luck.
It's A Hard Knock Life
Today looked like it was going to be a really good day, even with a horribly early morning. Let the Puppy in at 8, didn't go back to bed and had plenty of time to get ready to go to the Jobcentre and then to go to my illicit cleaning job. I always enjoy my commute, whenever I am going anywhere on a bus. I don't know why but I find travel like that really peaceful (other than when I can't sit down, or there are too many people). I've never really been able to work out why it's so relaxing but it just is.
I had a really surprisingly helpful time with my advisor. As I'm only signing on for National Insurance credits now (so, basically, I don't get paid to be there any more) I actually didn't have to defend the reason that I am not taking any job which comes my way. I have now got some information to refer myself to the community mental health outreach team and see if I can get some help with my depression. She also understood that some jobs are just too stressful for me, even if it took her a little while to understand that actually, retail work is far more stressful than office work, because it's people I struggle with. I was there for nearly two hours but left feeling pretty positive.
Although I haven't had my antidepressants today as I've run out I still managed to get through town and bought myself some silly stuff on the way through. I have been getting close to a couple recently who are into ageplay, and it's been making me think more about it. I can really understand why people get into it and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to feel small and protected and carefree. I'd been thinking for a while about how much I kinda wanted a pacifier. I suck my thumb anyway. A pacifier isn't much further...and so I bought one. So when I was in town today I found some really cute knickers - proper little girl style - and an adorable Hello Kitty nightie, some socks and hand warmers. Part of me can't wait to wear it all and have my paci so I can just...feel that small again. I now have a little babygirl bag (which I need to hide!) which I am both pleased and ashamed by.
I also had my earlobes re-pierced. It's been more than ten years since they were first done and I have started wanting to wear cute earrings recently, so I went in, sucked up my terror and had it done. The left one hurt like a motherfucker but the right was fine, and no more nasty infected, irritated scar tissue now! Yay.
I was in such a good mood while I was cleaning - everything went well - and then I got on the bus back into town. I was tired but felt okay. And then...it all went wrong. By the time I got off the bus I felt sad. I had missed my next bus, and felt worse. Then I started coughing and some drunk guy came and was harassing me and breathing his fucking smoke into my face and then I realised there wasn't a bus for half an hour...and then my mother rang. And what she wanted wasn't to talk, to ask how I am...she wanted me to go sort my sister's shit out. Again. We were on the phone for an hour and I nearly broke down a few times. I didn't tell her I'd been self harming. I couldn't. She doesn't understand why I am so down. Truth is, neither do I. There's no reason for it other than that my head just doesn't work right, and I have to try and manage that. It's weird. I made it home, tired and coughing and feeling a little blue and before I've been online five minutes I am nagged again, to sort out her life. This time by her partner. I cried. Oh, nobody saw it but inside I cried and cried. I told him I'd been self harming and there was no concern...nothing. He seemed pissed off more than anything.
And now...? I feel numb. Earlier on today I sat and thought how good I felt, that for the first time in a long time I really felt fine - happy. I even thought that perhaps I could come off my antidepressants. And yet I'm back in this place, feeling a combination of empty and hopeless, and I can't believe how quickly it changed.
I had a really surprisingly helpful time with my advisor. As I'm only signing on for National Insurance credits now (so, basically, I don't get paid to be there any more) I actually didn't have to defend the reason that I am not taking any job which comes my way. I have now got some information to refer myself to the community mental health outreach team and see if I can get some help with my depression. She also understood that some jobs are just too stressful for me, even if it took her a little while to understand that actually, retail work is far more stressful than office work, because it's people I struggle with. I was there for nearly two hours but left feeling pretty positive.
Although I haven't had my antidepressants today as I've run out I still managed to get through town and bought myself some silly stuff on the way through. I have been getting close to a couple recently who are into ageplay, and it's been making me think more about it. I can really understand why people get into it and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to feel small and protected and carefree. I'd been thinking for a while about how much I kinda wanted a pacifier. I suck my thumb anyway. A pacifier isn't much further...and so I bought one. So when I was in town today I found some really cute knickers - proper little girl style - and an adorable Hello Kitty nightie, some socks and hand warmers. Part of me can't wait to wear it all and have my paci so I can just...feel that small again. I now have a little babygirl bag (which I need to hide!) which I am both pleased and ashamed by.
I also had my earlobes re-pierced. It's been more than ten years since they were first done and I have started wanting to wear cute earrings recently, so I went in, sucked up my terror and had it done. The left one hurt like a motherfucker but the right was fine, and no more nasty infected, irritated scar tissue now! Yay.
I was in such a good mood while I was cleaning - everything went well - and then I got on the bus back into town. I was tired but felt okay. And then...it all went wrong. By the time I got off the bus I felt sad. I had missed my next bus, and felt worse. Then I started coughing and some drunk guy came and was harassing me and breathing his fucking smoke into my face and then I realised there wasn't a bus for half an hour...and then my mother rang. And what she wanted wasn't to talk, to ask how I am...she wanted me to go sort my sister's shit out. Again. We were on the phone for an hour and I nearly broke down a few times. I didn't tell her I'd been self harming. I couldn't. She doesn't understand why I am so down. Truth is, neither do I. There's no reason for it other than that my head just doesn't work right, and I have to try and manage that. It's weird. I made it home, tired and coughing and feeling a little blue and before I've been online five minutes I am nagged again, to sort out her life. This time by her partner. I cried. Oh, nobody saw it but inside I cried and cried. I told him I'd been self harming and there was no concern...nothing. He seemed pissed off more than anything.
And now...? I feel numb. Earlier on today I sat and thought how good I felt, that for the first time in a long time I really felt fine - happy. I even thought that perhaps I could come off my antidepressants. And yet I'm back in this place, feeling a combination of empty and hopeless, and I can't believe how quickly it changed.
Playtime
It was the same as hotel bars all across the world. The lighting was low – to hide the bad 70s print carpet, I thought – and the drinks were overpriced, but it was worth it to help forget the carpet. I sipped my diet Coke, idly stirring it with the straw and listened to the ice cubes clinking against the glass. I tapped the heels of my patent t-bar shoes against the bar stool, feeling like every eye in the place was on me. I was nervous, sitting there alone in the crimson-red dress. It was short enough that I was conscious of the lace tops of my hold-ups and was sure every man in the room could see them. I wriggled on the stool, worrying that the seams weren't straight, that people could see up my skirt, that it was too low cut and showed too much cleavage... I had never been very confident in my appearance and tonight wasn't any different. I'd carefully dried my curly auburn hair, pinning it into a 1940s style off my face and behind my ears to show off my high cheekbones and a strong but not masculine jawline. It brushed my shoulders softly, it's caresses like a lover's, making me shiver. Rummaging in my bag I took out a powder compact and checked my make-up. Natural, soft brown eyeshadow just added definition around my green-grey eyes and my long lashes were darkened to frame them perfectly. My lips were painted a red to match my dress. I smiled into the mirror, hoping that my nerves didn't show. They did.
I drank my Coke and fiddled with my mobile phone, sending off a text message to my Mum, another to a friend. Killing time. I finished the drink, ordered another. Drank it. Took a trip to the ladies'. Ordered another diet Coke. The barman asked me if I was waiting for a date and I cringed inside. Did I look like the kind of girl who got stood up? I realised that I had been sitting there for nearly two hours and answered my own question: yes, I did. I covered my eyes with my hand and wished for the ground to open up and swallow me, bar stool and all. I went back to my silent contemplation of my drink and began to think that it wasn't worth me staying around. I was half way down my drink; at the end of this one, I thought, I am going home. I was disappointed but I didn't want to sit there like an idiot much longer. Head down and deep in thought I heard the heavy door to the bar open and I looked up briefly to see a tall, dark haired man with glasses hold it open for a petite girl with exotic features and glossy dark hair. She wore a red dress too and I felt self-conscious again. I didn't know her. I'd never met her. But I was a little jealous of her anyway. She had beautiful slim legs and walked confidently, her arm in that of the tall, handsome man. I went back to consideration of my drink, cursing my female jealousy.
I was almost done and was collecting my bits and bobs back into my handbag, grumbling to myself, when there was a tap on my shoulder. I jumped like I had just been electrocuted and turned. The tall man I had seen coming in was standing next to me, the pretty girl standing at his side, holding his free hand in both of hers. I looked blankly up at him – his hazel eyes were flecked with green and had a smile behind them. “Can we buy you a drink?” he asked. I frowned slightly, confused. “I was just leaving...” I said, but he deftly diverted my comment. “The barman said you've been here alone for a couple of hours. Come on. Let us buy you a drink. Unless you're going to another bar..?” He let the question hang in the air and, for some reason, I didn't take the hook. “No,” I said. “I was going home.” He made a soft tutting noise and the girl said “your dress is so pretty, you can't be just going straight home! We're just in town for the night. Let us see if we can give you a bit of a smile before you go. We don't bite, honest!” She smiled warmly at me and I couldn't help but smile back at her. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown and I felt a little like I was melting into them. It had been a while since I had wanted a girl, but I wanted her. I wanted both of them. I paused for another moment before I said “Okay, mine's a diet Coke.” The tall man ordered and the girl introduced herself as Jenna. We chatted while he was served and I told her I'd been stood up. She looked at me with warm sympathy and put her hand on my arm. I felt the static running through me as she touched me. My pulse raced a little and I swallowed to get control of myself.
The tall gentleman came back and put down three drinks, handing over mine. Jenna introduced me. “This is Kitty, she's been stood up – how horrid is that?” I blushed flame red under my hair as he said “Terrible indeed, honey. How could someone stand up such a pretty kitten?” Now my blush was for a different reason and I was sure the couple could hear my heart fluttering against my ribs. We drank our drinks, chatting casually about their visit to the city and about our jobs, pets, desserts and TV shows – the usual stuff. They were engaging company and I was happy that I'd stayed for the drink. They were flirty, too, and I relaxed and began to flirt back, touching the girl's silky smooth hair and tossing my own off my shoulders to show my cleavage a little more. It was fun, just what I needed after my disappointing start to the night. As I finished my drink I started to say that I was going home, but she interrupted me with a hand on my leg. “Oh don't go! Come up to our room and have pizza with us – we're ordering in.” I stopped, glass in hand. “I...I'm waiting for some friends for dinner. I texted them – when I realised I was stood up.” The girl made a pouty face and the man said “Oh well that's just a bit sad. Come up anyway and don't sit here on your own. Your friends can ring you when they get here and then you won't have to sit here and be lonely, will you, kitten?” His voice was warm and his smile set butterflies fluttering around my stomach and suddenly I didn't want to sit there on my own, looking like the last girl on the side at the high school dance. “Okay,” I said, and he took me by the hand, the girl taking his other hand as we left the bar, the barman watching with what looked like envy on his face.
We took the lift up to their room on the third floor. In the low lit cube of the lift the man cupped my face in his hands and smiled at me. “You are a very, very pretty little one, kitten. Jenna noticed you as soon as we came in.” He leant down - so tall over me – and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled away hard, backing up against the lift doors as they opened and almost fell out of the doors. “Wh-what's going on?” I stuttered. The girl skipped out towards me and caught me by the hand. “It's okay – I'm not going to freak out or anything! Daddy and I are open.” I pulled my hand away from her and felt myself go scarlet with shock. “What do you mean, Daddy?! Open what? What the fuck?” I exploded. I hadn't had a chance to move again before he had me hard by the upper arm, his free hand was over my mouth and I was aware of just how much taller and stronger than me he was. “Shhh! You're coming with us, full stop. Now are you going to walk to the room, or am I going to have to carry you? I fought hard against him for a second and then went limp and let myself be lead down the corridors until they stopped outside a room and the girl unlocked the door. I didn't even see the number as the man pushed me through the door, sending me flying. I tripped on my heels and fell clumsily onto the carpet, gasping as I threw my hands out to break my fall. He came and stood over me, then, and with a skip the girl danced past me, blowing a kiss at me as she disappeared into the bathroom.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, exasperated now and scared enough that I was getting cocky. I half stood and he shoved me hard back down. “You're going to join us for playtime, little kitten. Don't tell me you weren't flirting downstairs – I could practically hear your pussy getting wet! Jenna's very taken with you, you know, so be a good girl for us. She's such a sweet babygirl,” he leaned over me and slapped me across the face, making me squeal. “I thought she deserved a treat for being so good.” He slapped me again, taking my breath away. “I'm very lucky to be her Daddy.” Through my watering eyes I glared at him, dragging myself to my feet through the mist of pain and half walking, half falling stepped away from him towards the bed.
Before I knew it he was behind me, holding me firmly by the hips and his breath was hot against my skin as he bent down to bite the sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet. My eyes squeezed closed and I moaned with pain, my body going rigid against him, resisting. They flickered open as he released his bite, and I glanced up to see his pretty girl come into my line of sight and sit in front of me on the bed. She had changed now into a thin white cotton nightdress, trimmed with pink gingham ribbons and bows at the shoulders. Her slim legs were wrapped in pink knee high socks and her raven dark hair was pulled into pigtails by her ears. She was close enough that I could smell her sweet perfume and underneath it the darker, deep-red scent of her body. I felt my heart thud against my ribs and a fierce tingling in down between my legs and my cheeks flushed. The girl giggled and said “I think she likes that, Daddy!”. My blush darkened again and I wriggled in his grip, trying to pull away and make an end to my embarrassment, but his grip tightened painfully on my hips and I gasped. From behind me he gave a low laugh. “I don't think it's my ministrations she was noticing, baby. I think she knows how turned on you are.” He paused for a moment, “perhaps you should show her, princess?”
She smiled at me then, tossing her silky hair over her shoulder as she lay back on the covers, her skin glowing in the soft light. She slowly spread her legs, opening herself up to my gaze and as she revealed her most private place I felt his hand move from my hip to encircle my throat, just under my jaw, holding my head in place. He squeezed slightly and the breath caught in my lungs. I couldn't help but watch her as she stroked two fingers down her glistening slit, opening it like a flower to reveal the darker pink inside, so wet that I could see her honey dewing at the entrance to her beautiful cunt. I swallowed hard, feeling my own lust rise as she circled her clit with her fingertips, rubbing for a moment before sitting up again and licking her fingers clean.
The girl smiled at me and came forward, leaning towards me from the end of the bed, and lifted my skirt up with one hand. Again I tried to lean away, to get myself free. Her other hand came up towards my sex and I found myself saying “No! Please don't!” in a childlike voice as she slid two fingers across my knickers – the same two fingers which had so recently caressed her own body, tracing the swell and cleft of my pussy. The throbbing deepened and my breath caught in my throat but I couldn't make a sound. She pressed against my flesh and I closed my eyes, desperate to be anywhere but here while knowing that, at the same time, there was nowhere else I would rather be. Shaking, I leaned back against his warmth and felt the hardness of his cock pressing against the small of my back. Without thinking I arched myself into him and heard a small groan of pleasure and felt him thrust gently against me for a second. Her hand was working against my clit now, still through the thin fabric of my underwear and I spread my legs a little to allow her to touch me. There was a small giggle from the girl and she said “Daddy! She's very wet now! I think she likes me touching her naughty place!” Brought back to reality I remembered where I was. “Please,” I said, “let me go. My friends will be looking for me!” I was lying. I wasn't meeting anyone, but the couple couldn't know that. His hand tightened around my throat sharply and the girl's stroking stopped immediately. “Don't lie to us, little kitten. You're not meeting anyone. You're ours now.” He pushed me away, hard, and spun me around, gripping my jaw and making me look up into his hazel eyes. “Do you understand me? You are mine, tonight.” I couldn't even speak, and my eyes began to fill with tears, hastily blinked back. Now I was afraid; he was so tall, strong, more powerful than me and he towered over me. With one shove I went backwards onto the bed, ending up on my ass between the legs of his girl. She gripped me by the hair, pulling my head back sharply. Her voice was sweet but threatening as she whispered “You have to be a good girl for Daddy, baby...” Her voice trailed off and I looked up to see him unbuckling his belt, pulling it from the belt loops and letting it drop with a heavy thud on the thick carpet. I watched his hands deftly unbuttoning and unzipping himself. Slowly, never taking his eyes off me, he took the dark trousers off and let them drop beside his belt. Shoes were flicked off and then his boxers were next. Now he was naked, his rock-hard cock drawing my attention, filling me with fear and desire which were so similar that I couldn't tell them apart. I gasped and bit my bottom lip. He smiled, a predatory smile, and slapped me – hard. I screamed. I couldn't help it. It was so sharp and unexpected and my face burned, eyes stung, and tears fell down my cheeks. He glared at me. “I will give you something to fucking cry about, little whore.” Two steps and he was right in front of me, the girl's hands still holding my hair in a tight grip and then his cock head was resting on my lips for the barest second and I realised what was about to happen before he forced my mouth open and plunged his manhood deep into my throat. I gagged hard, choking, as he thrust again and again, each time harder and deeper. I snatched quick breaths when I could, my eyes streaming and spit running down my chin and onto my dress. The girl murmured “You love it, don't you? You love taking Daddy's cock, you naughty girl!” Her voice, the restraining hand in my hair and the taste of his cock thrusting against my throat made me giddy, and I realised... I did love it. I could feel the wetness in my cunt, feel how swollen my clit was and that I was aching to be touched down there. I began to stroke his cock with my tongue as he pressed into my mouth, opening and relaxing to take as much of him down my throat as I could and I was rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure and a harder thrust, almost so hard that I couldn't take it – but he pulled out and stepped away from me, leaving me feeling empty now.
“Babygirl, I think it's your turn now” he said, one hand stroking his cock slowly, my spit lubricating his palm. The girl tugged sharply on my hair, making me wince and whine a little. “Ooh, thank you Daddy!” she said, and her grip relaxed, dropping me back against the mattress. I was startled, and lay still even though I was free for the moment. Then she was straddling me, her legs on either side of my waist as she bent towards me, her long hair brushing my cheeks. “Do you like girls, little one? I think you do!” She pinched one of my nipples, clearly outlined through my clothes, sharply enough to make me squeak. Her deep pink lips parted and she grinned. Raising herself to her knees she moved along my body until her sweet naked pussy was over my face. Her scent was intoxicating and she spread her legs a little more, lowering herself so that I could take a long, slow lick from back to front, ending with a little flick over her clitoris. She gasped, and I repeated the motion, over and over, getting firmer with each stroke. She tasted so sweet and I moaned into her body, lips pursing and sucking at her clit, tongue flicking it, feeling her tense above me. Leaving her sweet bud I darted my tongue in and out of her, the ball of my piercing rubbing against her entrance and she wriggled, grinding her cunt into my face. I lost myself in her, her juices flooding my face as I licked and sucked at her sex. I heard her panting hard now, and her voice was frantic as she begged “Please may I cum Daddy? Ple-a-s-e!” He must have nodded because with an ululating cry she came hard, thrusting and fucking my face as I rubbed my tongue against her clit, lapping her juices as they ran from her body. She shuddered, the muscles in her thighs tensing and relaxing with the strength of her pleasure. I became conscious of my own cunt again now, almost painful with my desire and I groaned once more into her. With a sigh, she collapsed forward onto the bed, leaving my face covered in her cum.
I lay for a moment on my back, my pretty red dress soiled with tears and drool. I raised myself to my elbows to look around me and saw him still standing, watching me, his cock now visibly pulsing as he stroked it. “Fuck, you're a dirty little kitten, aren't you? You like the taste of my girl's pussy, hmm?” I looked at him. “Well? Do you?” I gawped for a second then found my voice. “Yes, I do.” He frowned at me, stepping towards me. “You do, what? What do you call me, slut?” As soon as he said it, I knew what he wanted. My voice shook as I said “I do like the taste of her pussy – Daddy.” He stood over me again, but this time he didn't slap me – his hand was tender as he stroked the side of my face and gently ran his fingers through my auburn hair, messed up now and springing from its clips in soft tendrils. “That's a good girl, well done. You have made my little Jenna very happy. And you do look so pretty with her cum all over your face.” I blushed so hard at that. I'd forgotten what state I was in. I felt a hand stroking my back and turned my head to see the pretty girl smiling at me. “Daddy,” she said, looking up at him “I think maybe she should be allowed something nice now. She has been good!” I smiled back at her, thinking I was going to be allowed to go – but I was wrong.
“You're such a sweetheart, Jenna. But you're right. She has a wonderful mouth and she's done very well. I think she deserves Daddy's cock, don't you?” My eyes went wide as the girl nodded and sat up to unzip my dress. I tried to stand as I felt her hands on me and was pushed back down firmly and the zip fell open, the straps dropping from my shoulders, my breasts threatening to break free from the structure of the dress. I wrapped my arms around myself protectively, but the girl gently pushed them away, following them with the restraining straps, until the bodice was gathered around my waist and my breasts were exposed. He smiled and reached forward, twisting my nipple between his finger and thumb, and I gasped. “Such lovely tits,” he murmured, “quite perky, really, aren't they baby?” I felt the blood pound in my ears as she agreed with him and the blush on my cheeks felt like it was burning me. He pulled me by the nipple he still held and I stood quickly, my dress dropping off my hips and full bottom and leaving me standing in just my creamy-white knickers, stockings and the patent black shoes, the fabric of my dress gathering around my feet like a pool of blood. “Look at that – lovely!” he said, and part of me swelled with pride at the words. “She's very pretty, Daddy – and look at her bottom!” the girl he called Jenna said. Spun lightly I was bent down at the waist as he caressed one cheek then the other. “Well spotted, baby. She does have a gorgeous ass. But there's something missing.”
THWACK! I jumped forward, banging my shins on the end of the bed as his hand connected with my flesh. With one hand around my waist he slammed his hand down onto my other cheek with just as much force, then back to the first side – again and again. I cried out after each spank, each one bringing me closer to sobbing. After ten painful strikes to each cheek his hand became caressing, stroking the angry welts which I could feel raising on my reddened ass. The girl stroked her hand over my face, wiping the stray tears from my cheeks, and kissed me softly. I couldn't help but kiss back as her tongue darted over my lips like a butterfly's kiss. “Well done kitten! Daddy's smiling – you did well.” She smiled. “I know it hurts – but you liked it. I can tell – I can smell your pussy from here!” She giggled, her fingers buried in my hair. I dropped my head slightly and let out a long, shuddering breath. I could feel my wet knickers sticking damply to my sex. His hands were stroking over my cunt now where it peeped out from between my legs, and I rocked back against his palm as it cupped me. “She's very wet, princess. I think she's ready – don't you?” and she clapped her hands and bounced on the bed, nodding in agreement. He pinched my cunt a little and then I felt him pulling my knickers down – the cooler air hitting my wetness made me giggle slightly, nervously. He tapped my left foot and I lifted it automatically, followed by my right, and I had stepped out of my underwear, leaving my sopping wet pussy bare before them.
With a soft thud they landed on the bed in front of me and the girl picked them up, grinning. “Oh wow! They are soaked! You must be so desperate for Daddy's cock, kitten!” and with a slight start I realised that I was. Holding them in front of my eyes she licked them, tasting my cunt on them. The embarrassment and shame burned in me, almost as hot as my lust. “I think you should beg Daddy for his cock, kitten. You should tell him how much you want it.” I couldn't help it; I gave in completely then and begged “Please Daddy...I want your cock! Please fuck me – I need it so fucking much!” I descended into incoherent moaning then and I felt the head of his cock resting against my tight opening. I rocked back against him and he laughed. “I think she wants it, princess!” and thrust hard into me. I squealed as he drove hard, balls deep into my cunt, filling me and stretching my wet pussy around his hardness. I bucked back against him, my breath coming in gasps, Jenna grabbing at my hair and pulling my head up so she could kiss me fiercely. It felt as though he was splitting me in two as he drove in harder, deeper, slapping my thighs and ass hard as he fucked me. I could hear his breathing, rough, ragged, and I screamed over and over until she shoved my own soaked panties into my mouth to gag me. She squeezed around my throat and I started to get lightheaded, feeling my orgasm closing in on me and then crashing over, my cunt throbbing and pulsing around his cock even as I struggled for breath. Dimly I heard him pull out of me and say “Turn her over, princess, I want to cum on that pretty face.” and her grip relaxed, my underwear gag was removed and she pulled me round by the shoulders and cradled my head in her lap as he pumped his cock two or three times over my face and with a long groan of ecstasy he shot hot loads of cum over my face, splattering my cheeks and lips as I hungrily lapped it up. I closed my eyes and lay, shivering, in her arms for a few long moments. She stroked my hair softly and I felt the bed dip as he sat down. He rested his warm hand on my breast, pinching lightly now. I opened my eyes and smiled up at him and his girl and was rewarded with smiles in return. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, stroking strands of hair off my face, and said “Well done, kitten. Welcome to the family.”
Adventures in Photography!
Today I have been mostly very unproductive. My pretty pretty new shoes arrived this morning and therefore I spent all day dicking about, trying to take good pictures of them. I did fail rather spectacularly but I achieved a couple of rather good pictures in the meantime.
First, the not-rude one: 'Staircase'
I'm not so sure why I liked this picture, but I do. It was actually a perspective experiment to try and get a picture of me reclining on the staircase, but I liked the way it came out.
So I also took a couple of myself. This is the first one, which I couldn't be bothered to title.
It's pretty tricky to get good angles of yourself when you're restricted in terms of movement. This was before I started using the timer so I really only had my own flexibility to work with. I liked the colours in the shot and also the angle of my leg and foot.
I then took this shot, using my camera's timer. It's not the shot I wanted, but it turned out fairly well and I do like it. There's a lot of things about it which I look at and go 'yuk!'. I can see my fat. My chin looks really prominant. My hair looks frizzy. But I really kind of like it. It's me - very me. So, this is 'The Stretch'.
There...three new pictures, a couple of experiments with timers, angles and colour filters...and me still kind of regretting that I don't have my old Samsung camera because it was SO MUCH better than this Fujifilm one. Sad panda!
First, the not-rude one: 'Staircase'
I'm not so sure why I liked this picture, but I do. It was actually a perspective experiment to try and get a picture of me reclining on the staircase, but I liked the way it came out.
So I also took a couple of myself. This is the first one, which I couldn't be bothered to title.
It's pretty tricky to get good angles of yourself when you're restricted in terms of movement. This was before I started using the timer so I really only had my own flexibility to work with. I liked the colours in the shot and also the angle of my leg and foot.
I then took this shot, using my camera's timer. It's not the shot I wanted, but it turned out fairly well and I do like it. There's a lot of things about it which I look at and go 'yuk!'. I can see my fat. My chin looks really prominant. My hair looks frizzy. But I really kind of like it. It's me - very me. So, this is 'The Stretch'.
There...three new pictures, a couple of experiments with timers, angles and colour filters...and me still kind of regretting that I don't have my old Samsung camera because it was SO MUCH better than this Fujifilm one. Sad panda!
Far Too Tired
It seems like it's been a long time since I wrote an update: and that's because it is.
Although almost two full months have gone past since I last wrote, not a lot seems to have happened to me other than gaining weight and being reclusive. I mostly think this is due to the stupid tablets I am on for my depression - venlafaxine. Evil things: they have so many side effects that I feel as much like I'm losing my mind as before - just in a different direction. I forget the names for things, forget what I'm doing, can't sleep normally...it's a nightmare. I am going back to my GP to sort this shit out! In the meantime, and because I can, here's a list and summary of the antidepressants I've taken over the years:
St John's Wort - Quack remedy, IMHO. There is some scientific basis for its use but not all suppliments are created equal and the cheap stuff from Holland and Barratt definitely isn't going to do it. Did bugger all for me when I tried it.
Fluoxetine (Prozac) - SSRI. Brilliant drug and much misunderstood. Very few side effects for me, kept me pretty balanced and level at 40mg a day and it's pleasingly long half life meant that if I accidentally skipped a tablet I didn't immediately feel ill. I only really came off this drug because I was having a very hard time and even with the assistance of an SSRI I wasn't coping.
Sertraline (Zoloft) - SSRI. Yuk! I found this really terrible. My mood was noticeably decreased within a couple of weeks, I lost all motivation and by the end of ~6 weeks was almost suicidal. Not for me.
Venlafaxine (Effexor) - SNRI. A bit of a mixed bag, all told. The first ~6 months were not too bad, mood generally quite good but with high levels of side effects including confusion, 'brain fog' and problems with memory. It did hold me together when I was really struggling but since then the side effects have got substantially worse and the benefits have reduced. Coming off them is highly unpleasant - like coming off heroin - and I am not looking forward to it. I will actually try and keep a blog just to see how I feel.
Really the only other step to try would be Mirtazapine which I have no intention of going on to - the side effects are even worse than Venlafaxine!
Time to sort my shit out once and for all, stop being a pansy and take charge of my life. Get a job, pay off my debts and start being an adult about life. How can I build up my corset collection without a job, hmm? Or finish my tattoo plan? My next one, a C.S. Lewis quote from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, is coming on soon I hope, and then the matching piece in the Tengwar early next year, followed by the final part of my 4 seasons tattoos before I'm 30. Lawks! I also want to get some weight off and model more - I enjoy it, and I don't give a shit if I don't please everyone - as long as I please myself.
Although almost two full months have gone past since I last wrote, not a lot seems to have happened to me other than gaining weight and being reclusive. I mostly think this is due to the stupid tablets I am on for my depression - venlafaxine. Evil things: they have so many side effects that I feel as much like I'm losing my mind as before - just in a different direction. I forget the names for things, forget what I'm doing, can't sleep normally...it's a nightmare. I am going back to my GP to sort this shit out! In the meantime, and because I can, here's a list and summary of the antidepressants I've taken over the years:
St John's Wort - Quack remedy, IMHO. There is some scientific basis for its use but not all suppliments are created equal and the cheap stuff from Holland and Barratt definitely isn't going to do it. Did bugger all for me when I tried it.
Fluoxetine (Prozac) - SSRI. Brilliant drug and much misunderstood. Very few side effects for me, kept me pretty balanced and level at 40mg a day and it's pleasingly long half life meant that if I accidentally skipped a tablet I didn't immediately feel ill. I only really came off this drug because I was having a very hard time and even with the assistance of an SSRI I wasn't coping.
Sertraline (Zoloft) - SSRI. Yuk! I found this really terrible. My mood was noticeably decreased within a couple of weeks, I lost all motivation and by the end of ~6 weeks was almost suicidal. Not for me.
Venlafaxine (Effexor) - SNRI. A bit of a mixed bag, all told. The first ~6 months were not too bad, mood generally quite good but with high levels of side effects including confusion, 'brain fog' and problems with memory. It did hold me together when I was really struggling but since then the side effects have got substantially worse and the benefits have reduced. Coming off them is highly unpleasant - like coming off heroin - and I am not looking forward to it. I will actually try and keep a blog just to see how I feel.
Really the only other step to try would be Mirtazapine which I have no intention of going on to - the side effects are even worse than Venlafaxine!
Time to sort my shit out once and for all, stop being a pansy and take charge of my life. Get a job, pay off my debts and start being an adult about life. How can I build up my corset collection without a job, hmm? Or finish my tattoo plan? My next one, a C.S. Lewis quote from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, is coming on soon I hope, and then the matching piece in the Tengwar early next year, followed by the final part of my 4 seasons tattoos before I'm 30. Lawks! I also want to get some weight off and model more - I enjoy it, and I don't give a shit if I don't please everyone - as long as I please myself.
Time Flies
Woooooo! My tattoo is now finished!
Yes, that's another giant photograph of my arse. But isn't it pretty?
It took around 2 and a half hours to do, and for the most part wasn't so painful for me, other than the part of the ribbon which is right over my ass crack. Delightful? Well, no, but it was worth it in the long run. It's healed up now and I like it very much. Beautiful work from The Country Gentleman. I'm already planning to have some Japanese maple leaves added to the overall thing, just so I have all four seasons. Also, they have special meaning: my mum always wanted an Acer in the garden when I was a kid.
That means a lot to me at the moment.
My Mum recently had a pacemaker fitted, after finding out she had stage one heart failure. We were all scared but I am just happy that she's okay and at home again. It makes me really appreciate the things that she has done for me. I can't imagine what life would be like without her.
In other news, our house is now 99% done! We only have the second coat of paint on the stairs to finish and a few tiles in the kitchen. It already feels so much more like home than the Other House ever did. We even did some weeding in the garden today and it feels nice to be able to do something so positive.
I went to the wedding of two friends on Saturday, and it was lovely. It was especially so because the groom is my girlfriend's boyfriend, and the bride is her best friend. Talk about weird, huh? This is one of the things you have to do when you're poly, though, and it turned out to be a lovely day and night. The feeling of compersion is wonderful; knowing that someone you love is happy because of another person, and being happy because of that. It's cracking.
I've done a couple of photoshoots in the last few weeks: both working to nude, both for one website. It was good fun! I got to be all pretty and innocent looking in some woodland, and also be a crazy catgirl, which was hilarious. Even with the insect stings and thorns in my feet. I made the most adorable necklace to wear too.
Isn't it adorable? I think I shall make some more like it, as it went so well. I want to see if it's possible to make some which are just the banner, so I can put different slogans on them. Either way, it's fun!
Pssh! Longest blog update in ages. Yechhh!
It took around 2 and a half hours to do, and for the most part wasn't so painful for me, other than the part of the ribbon which is right over my ass crack. Delightful? Well, no, but it was worth it in the long run. It's healed up now and I like it very much. Beautiful work from The Country Gentleman. I'm already planning to have some Japanese maple leaves added to the overall thing, just so I have all four seasons. Also, they have special meaning: my mum always wanted an Acer in the garden when I was a kid.
That means a lot to me at the moment.
My Mum recently had a pacemaker fitted, after finding out she had stage one heart failure. We were all scared but I am just happy that she's okay and at home again. It makes me really appreciate the things that she has done for me. I can't imagine what life would be like without her.
In other news, our house is now 99% done! We only have the second coat of paint on the stairs to finish and a few tiles in the kitchen. It already feels so much more like home than the Other House ever did. We even did some weeding in the garden today and it feels nice to be able to do something so positive.
I went to the wedding of two friends on Saturday, and it was lovely. It was especially so because the groom is my girlfriend's boyfriend, and the bride is her best friend. Talk about weird, huh? This is one of the things you have to do when you're poly, though, and it turned out to be a lovely day and night. The feeling of compersion is wonderful; knowing that someone you love is happy because of another person, and being happy because of that. It's cracking.
I've done a couple of photoshoots in the last few weeks: both working to nude, both for one website. It was good fun! I got to be all pretty and innocent looking in some woodland, and also be a crazy catgirl, which was hilarious. Even with the insect stings and thorns in my feet. I made the most adorable necklace to wear too.
Pssh! Longest blog update in ages. Yechhh!
Bullying Is Still Bullying, Even When You're a Grown-Up
So I am part of a well known fetish social networking site. I generally like being part of it and am proud to be part of the fetish community, but recently I've started to feel like there is some kind of horrible culture of bullying going on...and I don't want to be any part of it.
When I was a kid I was bullied. I was bullied because I was bookish and kind of chubby and a bit weird and didn't like other children and had frizzy hair and no other kids could ever understand anything I said because I didn't talk like a normal child. Now I know that at least two of those things are inherent in my nature and I am proud of them.
When I was a teenager, I was bullied because I was interested in my lessons, because my skirt wasn't so short my arse hung out the bottom, because I didn't pile my makeup on with a trowel (well...until the rainbow eyeshadow stage...) and because most of my peers still couldn't understand a word I said. And I was still weird.
I've been bullied in the workplace on more than one occasion, from management level down. I've even had things thrown at me in the street, which amounts to the same thing.
It's therefore not completely surprising that I have a very strong objection to such a culture which would single out an individual as a target simply because one or two people find them distasteful. Especially when each and every person involved in the drama is over the age of 10. It would seem that no matter how old people get, there are still those that feel the need to shit in each others' breakfasts and that is really, really sad.
When I was a kid I was bullied. I was bullied because I was bookish and kind of chubby and a bit weird and didn't like other children and had frizzy hair and no other kids could ever understand anything I said because I didn't talk like a normal child. Now I know that at least two of those things are inherent in my nature and I am proud of them.
When I was a teenager, I was bullied because I was interested in my lessons, because my skirt wasn't so short my arse hung out the bottom, because I didn't pile my makeup on with a trowel (well...until the rainbow eyeshadow stage...) and because most of my peers still couldn't understand a word I said. And I was still weird.
I've been bullied in the workplace on more than one occasion, from management level down. I've even had things thrown at me in the street, which amounts to the same thing.
It's therefore not completely surprising that I have a very strong objection to such a culture which would single out an individual as a target simply because one or two people find them distasteful. Especially when each and every person involved in the drama is over the age of 10. It would seem that no matter how old people get, there are still those that feel the need to shit in each others' breakfasts and that is really, really sad.
1888 - Part One
London, 1888.
In the warm golden light from the gas lamps the two men sat, smoking jackets open over relaxed shirt-collars as the rustle of newspapers and book pages turning added a different cadence to the rain thrashing down on the windowpanes. The air of comfortable masculine silence was palpable as the slighter man sipped from a glass of whiskey as his companion drew occasionally on a pipe. The rich smoke added to the atmosphere, hanging in the air like the ghosts of Oriental dragons before dispersing to be lost in the bleak night air. The two men were clearly brothers, although one was dark and saturnine, the other fair with a fiery hint of red to his close-trimmed beard and mustache. The darker man had hints of silver running through his hair betraying a little age, but both were youthful-looking, with strong jaw lines and full, expressive lips and both had compelling green eyes framed by spectacles which caught the light, reflected and refracted and gleamed like molten gold.
They sat for a time in the companionable quietness, occasionally passing comment on this or that while the fire crackled and leapt in the grate. After a time the fair brother closed his book shut with a snap and lay it on the arm of the chair.
"Coffee, James? Or are you staying with the whiskey?".
"Thank you, no".
The fair man stood up, crossing through the room and pulling on a velvet rope next to the door. Far off, in the servants' quarters in the attic a bell could be heard ringing and within minutes light footsteps could be heard followed by a gentle tap at the door, to be answered by the fair brother.
In the cool half-dark of the hallway a small figure stood. The light spilling from the doorway illuminated delicate features and large brown eyes set in pale skin, framed by thick, heavy curls of black hair, somehow breaking free from its' restraints. For a moment the man looked at her blankly.
"Are you the new girl?". For a split second she looked terrified, then rallied and dropped a curtsey. "Yes Sir. I was retained by Mr James, sir. If you please Sir, my name is Anna". He looked long and hard at the girl. Her lush curves were barely shrouded by the utilitarian fabric of her uniform and her shy smile as she met his eye made something carnal in him roar with lust. After a moment he said "Well, Anna. My name is Alexander, and I would like a pot of coffee, please.", and the maid nodded, dropped another curtsey and turned on heel without another word, disappearing into the darkened passageway, leaving him standing in the doorway watching her go.
"Pretty thing, isn't she Alex?" asked James as his brother closed the door with a snap. "I rather fancied her when she came for interview. Clever enough, too." Alexander looked at his brother sharply, before giving a wry grin. "I was worried to go to Edinburgh and leave you to pick a new maid but I ought to have known that your gentleman's prerogative would have had something to do with your choice!" He laughed. "But you are right, James, she's a winsome little thing, and that hair - lovely, really."
Time passed; long enough that Alex's arousal had begun to subside when a brisk knock at the door heralded the arrival of the housemaid, pushing the door open without waiting and bringing in a tray with a small coffee pot, cup and a silver jug of cream. As she strode across the floor her foot caught in the hem of her austere dress and she tripped, tray falling from her hands as she threw them out in front of her to break her fall. The china cup shattered on the hearth sending almost translucent white shards into the roaring fire and over the hearthrug. The coffee pot followed it, the dark, steaming liquid seeping into the reddish rug making it look like fresh-spilled blood, the rich cream adding a counterpoint. The girl cried out as she fell, hands and knees hitting the floor hard and she knelt still for a moment before beginning to gather the shattered crocks to herself as she babbled "I'm sorry, sirs, I'm sorry, oh, please, don't let me go sirs!".
James threw aside his newspaper, standing and taking one step to raise the near-hysterical girl from the floor by the elbow. She made a little mewling sound of discomfort. "Girl, look what you have done! You came to me with good references and you can't even walk across the floor! You don't want me to release you from service so you must want me to take this from your wages instead?" The girl's large eyes filled with tears and she said "No, please, don't! I just tripped Mr James, I'm sorry, it was an accident..." He looked at her with hard eyes, assessing her for a moment as Alex looked on. "Well, Anna, this cannot go unpunished," He paused. "if you won't have it deducted from your salary, I shall take it from your skin."
In an instant the girl pulled sharply away and turned to the door, trying to run from her inevitable fate but Alex was too quick, and she found herself crashing into his broad chest, his hand suddenly and painfully around her arm, his other arm tight around her waist. "Let me go!" she gasped, pulling at his grasping fingers. In one movement he let go her waist and grabbed her long hair, yanking her head back hard, rewarded by a sharp scream from the terrified girl. He felt blood pounding in his veins as his passion rose and he leaned into the girl and without thinking kissed her hungrily. She fought in his grip, tried to pull away - and then her body relaxed, her mouth softened and she began to return the kiss, her movements a little shy, her head still pulled back sharply.
He broke away from her, pushing her a step away and looking up at his brother. There was naked lust in his eyes, and Alex remembered the last time they had shared a woman... The young man shoved the girl firmly across the room and James caught her up, deftly pulling her down over his lap as he sat back in the armchair, her weight carrying her forward until she was face down, hair brushing the floor where it was escaping from her ponytail. Wriggling on his lap she tried to right herself, her breasts pressing into James's thighs and she felt the bulge of his cock harden as she moved. Despite herself, the girl gasped with unexpected arousal. Head down, she heard his soft laugh. "Now we have you, little mouse, we will exact this punishment."
James's hand caressed her neck softly, fingertips tracing along her spine, making her shiver. She tilted her head slightly, allowing his exploring to pass onto her cheek, her lips... Her eyes closed and she smiled. With a quick flick of his wrist, James raised the hem of her skirts, flipping them over her bloomers to gather at her waist. Her head jerked up and she heard footsteps; Alex had walked over and stood in front of her, hands unbuttoning his fly. He pulled his cock from within and began to stroke his already swelling member, inches from her lips. She swallowed hard. Underneath her she felt the other man move as his questing hands moved over her legs, from her slender ankles and calves up to her thighs, parting the opening of her underwear with a single finger. The curve of her pale arse was enough to make him growl with lust and without warning slapped the white skin hard enough to leave a lurid red print behind. She yelped with pain as he brought his hand down again and again, drawing more and more gasps and yelps, spanking the flawless skin until her cheeks coloured an angry red and her eyes were filled with tears.
James paused in his assault for a moment, breathing heavily. He watched his brother step closer, as he once more gripped the maid's hair and pulled her head back a little, the head of his cock resting against her full mouth. He swallowed a grunt of surprise and lust when she extended her tongue a little and slowly, gently licked the very tip, a little sound of pleasure felt through her lips on his manhood, rather than heard. She parted her lips slightly, inviting, but effectively restrained by Alex's hand caught in her knotted hair she could do nothing. He looked down at her, smirking slightly. "I see your little mouse has got some ideas of her own, James. Anyone would think she was enjoying your tender mercies." He laughed slightly, as the other man said "I think you might be right, Alex. What a dirty little slattern. I wonder if she's wet? I think we should check." Anna pulled at her hair but Alex's grip tightened as James parted the split crotch of her bloomers even further, exposing more of her reddened ass and just a glimpse of the deeper pink treasure beneath. With both hands he spread her thighs wide, her sex opening before him. He slipped a hand within her loose underwear and ran just the tip of one finger along her glistening womanhood. He raised it to his lips and tasted, grinning. "Oh, you're right Alex. She is enjoying this more than she's letting on!"
With a quick jerk Alex plunged his cock into the maid's open mouth, pressing deeply until he felt her gag against him. He grunted with pleasure, withdrawing almost completely from her so she could once again tease and massage with her tongue before once again thrusting into her mouth. The other man reached beneath her, rubbing his own cock as best he could while his fingers returned to her warm heart, slipping between her lips to find the bud of her centre. Her moans were muffled by Alex's dick but she began to grind her hips into James's thighs and he felt her pussy slicken further.
Alex pulled back and away, hand still wrapped around her hair, forcing her to stagger off his brother's lap after him. He sat down heavily in the other chair and pulled her after him. She eagerly began to lap at his cock again, taking his head into the heat of her mouth and slowly but firmly increasing the pressure, drawing him deeper and deeper. He growled, the nails of his free hand digging into the leather of the chair as he fought to contain his lust, for now he saw his brother rise, quickly unbuttoning himself as he came to stand behind the girl's wonderfully exposed cunt. Gripping his cock in one hand, James plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy and she let out a long, hard moan of pleasure, spreading her legs a little further apart and bucking against his hand. "The little whore is getting carried away," he growled, turning his hand until his thumb could rub her swollen clit as he finger fucked her, moans becoming little helpless gasps as Alex plunged his thick cock harder and harder into her throat, her eyes tearing as she gagged and drooled around him. He felt his orgasm building, the heat of her, the touch of her lips on his flesh bringing it close and with a harsh cry he came hard, shooting stream after stream of his seed into her waiting throat.
He felt her swallow around his cock as he lay back into the chair, finally releasing her hair. Caught in the pleasure of James's fingers filling her tight cunt she remained bent over the chair, rocking back into the other man's hand as she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Her face flushed as James rubbed harder and faster, her breath now sharp pants, over and over and now she could not stop herself screaming with joyous lust as she came, sweet nectar flooding his hand and soaking her thighs and into her bloomers. She collapsed to her knees, crashing into the hard floor, her own cum dripping onto the boards beneath her. One hand on her shoulder, James pushed her around until she faced him, his own cock twitching and shiny with precum as he stroked roughly, muscles tensing as without warning and with a deep growl he erupted, thick wads of cum splattering her face as she jumped with surprise, coating her porcelain skin and dripping onto her lips.
Exhausted, she slumped back against the chair, her head resting on Alex's knee as she licked the salt-sweet fluid from her lips. Slowly and gently he stroked the girl's hair as James cleaned himself on his handkerchief, before stooping to pick up the shattered cup and coffee pot. He put the shards onto the tray with the cream jug and left it on the table. Coming over to the girl who reclined with her eyes closed he dropped into a crouch beside her, the smells of pipe-smoke and pomade seeming comforting to her now. He stroked her cheek and whispered to her "You did well, little mouse. I don't think we need to worry about that coffee pot now." Lost in her warm cloud, the housemaid smiled.
In the warm golden light from the gas lamps the two men sat, smoking jackets open over relaxed shirt-collars as the rustle of newspapers and book pages turning added a different cadence to the rain thrashing down on the windowpanes. The air of comfortable masculine silence was palpable as the slighter man sipped from a glass of whiskey as his companion drew occasionally on a pipe. The rich smoke added to the atmosphere, hanging in the air like the ghosts of Oriental dragons before dispersing to be lost in the bleak night air. The two men were clearly brothers, although one was dark and saturnine, the other fair with a fiery hint of red to his close-trimmed beard and mustache. The darker man had hints of silver running through his hair betraying a little age, but both were youthful-looking, with strong jaw lines and full, expressive lips and both had compelling green eyes framed by spectacles which caught the light, reflected and refracted and gleamed like molten gold.
They sat for a time in the companionable quietness, occasionally passing comment on this or that while the fire crackled and leapt in the grate. After a time the fair brother closed his book shut with a snap and lay it on the arm of the chair.
"Coffee, James? Or are you staying with the whiskey?".
"Thank you, no".
The fair man stood up, crossing through the room and pulling on a velvet rope next to the door. Far off, in the servants' quarters in the attic a bell could be heard ringing and within minutes light footsteps could be heard followed by a gentle tap at the door, to be answered by the fair brother.
In the cool half-dark of the hallway a small figure stood. The light spilling from the doorway illuminated delicate features and large brown eyes set in pale skin, framed by thick, heavy curls of black hair, somehow breaking free from its' restraints. For a moment the man looked at her blankly.
"Are you the new girl?". For a split second she looked terrified, then rallied and dropped a curtsey. "Yes Sir. I was retained by Mr James, sir. If you please Sir, my name is Anna". He looked long and hard at the girl. Her lush curves were barely shrouded by the utilitarian fabric of her uniform and her shy smile as she met his eye made something carnal in him roar with lust. After a moment he said "Well, Anna. My name is Alexander, and I would like a pot of coffee, please.", and the maid nodded, dropped another curtsey and turned on heel without another word, disappearing into the darkened passageway, leaving him standing in the doorway watching her go.
"Pretty thing, isn't she Alex?" asked James as his brother closed the door with a snap. "I rather fancied her when she came for interview. Clever enough, too." Alexander looked at his brother sharply, before giving a wry grin. "I was worried to go to Edinburgh and leave you to pick a new maid but I ought to have known that your gentleman's prerogative would have had something to do with your choice!" He laughed. "But you are right, James, she's a winsome little thing, and that hair - lovely, really."
Time passed; long enough that Alex's arousal had begun to subside when a brisk knock at the door heralded the arrival of the housemaid, pushing the door open without waiting and bringing in a tray with a small coffee pot, cup and a silver jug of cream. As she strode across the floor her foot caught in the hem of her austere dress and she tripped, tray falling from her hands as she threw them out in front of her to break her fall. The china cup shattered on the hearth sending almost translucent white shards into the roaring fire and over the hearthrug. The coffee pot followed it, the dark, steaming liquid seeping into the reddish rug making it look like fresh-spilled blood, the rich cream adding a counterpoint. The girl cried out as she fell, hands and knees hitting the floor hard and she knelt still for a moment before beginning to gather the shattered crocks to herself as she babbled "I'm sorry, sirs, I'm sorry, oh, please, don't let me go sirs!".
James threw aside his newspaper, standing and taking one step to raise the near-hysterical girl from the floor by the elbow. She made a little mewling sound of discomfort. "Girl, look what you have done! You came to me with good references and you can't even walk across the floor! You don't want me to release you from service so you must want me to take this from your wages instead?" The girl's large eyes filled with tears and she said "No, please, don't! I just tripped Mr James, I'm sorry, it was an accident..." He looked at her with hard eyes, assessing her for a moment as Alex looked on. "Well, Anna, this cannot go unpunished," He paused. "if you won't have it deducted from your salary, I shall take it from your skin."
In an instant the girl pulled sharply away and turned to the door, trying to run from her inevitable fate but Alex was too quick, and she found herself crashing into his broad chest, his hand suddenly and painfully around her arm, his other arm tight around her waist. "Let me go!" she gasped, pulling at his grasping fingers. In one movement he let go her waist and grabbed her long hair, yanking her head back hard, rewarded by a sharp scream from the terrified girl. He felt blood pounding in his veins as his passion rose and he leaned into the girl and without thinking kissed her hungrily. She fought in his grip, tried to pull away - and then her body relaxed, her mouth softened and she began to return the kiss, her movements a little shy, her head still pulled back sharply.
He broke away from her, pushing her a step away and looking up at his brother. There was naked lust in his eyes, and Alex remembered the last time they had shared a woman... The young man shoved the girl firmly across the room and James caught her up, deftly pulling her down over his lap as he sat back in the armchair, her weight carrying her forward until she was face down, hair brushing the floor where it was escaping from her ponytail. Wriggling on his lap she tried to right herself, her breasts pressing into James's thighs and she felt the bulge of his cock harden as she moved. Despite herself, the girl gasped with unexpected arousal. Head down, she heard his soft laugh. "Now we have you, little mouse, we will exact this punishment."
James's hand caressed her neck softly, fingertips tracing along her spine, making her shiver. She tilted her head slightly, allowing his exploring to pass onto her cheek, her lips... Her eyes closed and she smiled. With a quick flick of his wrist, James raised the hem of her skirts, flipping them over her bloomers to gather at her waist. Her head jerked up and she heard footsteps; Alex had walked over and stood in front of her, hands unbuttoning his fly. He pulled his cock from within and began to stroke his already swelling member, inches from her lips. She swallowed hard. Underneath her she felt the other man move as his questing hands moved over her legs, from her slender ankles and calves up to her thighs, parting the opening of her underwear with a single finger. The curve of her pale arse was enough to make him growl with lust and without warning slapped the white skin hard enough to leave a lurid red print behind. She yelped with pain as he brought his hand down again and again, drawing more and more gasps and yelps, spanking the flawless skin until her cheeks coloured an angry red and her eyes were filled with tears.
James paused in his assault for a moment, breathing heavily. He watched his brother step closer, as he once more gripped the maid's hair and pulled her head back a little, the head of his cock resting against her full mouth. He swallowed a grunt of surprise and lust when she extended her tongue a little and slowly, gently licked the very tip, a little sound of pleasure felt through her lips on his manhood, rather than heard. She parted her lips slightly, inviting, but effectively restrained by Alex's hand caught in her knotted hair she could do nothing. He looked down at her, smirking slightly. "I see your little mouse has got some ideas of her own, James. Anyone would think she was enjoying your tender mercies." He laughed slightly, as the other man said "I think you might be right, Alex. What a dirty little slattern. I wonder if she's wet? I think we should check." Anna pulled at her hair but Alex's grip tightened as James parted the split crotch of her bloomers even further, exposing more of her reddened ass and just a glimpse of the deeper pink treasure beneath. With both hands he spread her thighs wide, her sex opening before him. He slipped a hand within her loose underwear and ran just the tip of one finger along her glistening womanhood. He raised it to his lips and tasted, grinning. "Oh, you're right Alex. She is enjoying this more than she's letting on!"
With a quick jerk Alex plunged his cock into the maid's open mouth, pressing deeply until he felt her gag against him. He grunted with pleasure, withdrawing almost completely from her so she could once again tease and massage with her tongue before once again thrusting into her mouth. The other man reached beneath her, rubbing his own cock as best he could while his fingers returned to her warm heart, slipping between her lips to find the bud of her centre. Her moans were muffled by Alex's dick but she began to grind her hips into James's thighs and he felt her pussy slicken further.
Alex pulled back and away, hand still wrapped around her hair, forcing her to stagger off his brother's lap after him. He sat down heavily in the other chair and pulled her after him. She eagerly began to lap at his cock again, taking his head into the heat of her mouth and slowly but firmly increasing the pressure, drawing him deeper and deeper. He growled, the nails of his free hand digging into the leather of the chair as he fought to contain his lust, for now he saw his brother rise, quickly unbuttoning himself as he came to stand behind the girl's wonderfully exposed cunt. Gripping his cock in one hand, James plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy and she let out a long, hard moan of pleasure, spreading her legs a little further apart and bucking against his hand. "The little whore is getting carried away," he growled, turning his hand until his thumb could rub her swollen clit as he finger fucked her, moans becoming little helpless gasps as Alex plunged his thick cock harder and harder into her throat, her eyes tearing as she gagged and drooled around him. He felt his orgasm building, the heat of her, the touch of her lips on his flesh bringing it close and with a harsh cry he came hard, shooting stream after stream of his seed into her waiting throat.
He felt her swallow around his cock as he lay back into the chair, finally releasing her hair. Caught in the pleasure of James's fingers filling her tight cunt she remained bent over the chair, rocking back into the other man's hand as she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Her face flushed as James rubbed harder and faster, her breath now sharp pants, over and over and now she could not stop herself screaming with joyous lust as she came, sweet nectar flooding his hand and soaking her thighs and into her bloomers. She collapsed to her knees, crashing into the hard floor, her own cum dripping onto the boards beneath her. One hand on her shoulder, James pushed her around until she faced him, his own cock twitching and shiny with precum as he stroked roughly, muscles tensing as without warning and with a deep growl he erupted, thick wads of cum splattering her face as she jumped with surprise, coating her porcelain skin and dripping onto her lips.
Exhausted, she slumped back against the chair, her head resting on Alex's knee as she licked the salt-sweet fluid from her lips. Slowly and gently he stroked the girl's hair as James cleaned himself on his handkerchief, before stooping to pick up the shattered cup and coffee pot. He put the shards onto the tray with the cream jug and left it on the table. Coming over to the girl who reclined with her eyes closed he dropped into a crouch beside her, the smells of pipe-smoke and pomade seeming comforting to her now. He stroked her cheek and whispered to her "You did well, little mouse. I don't think we need to worry about that coffee pot now." Lost in her warm cloud, the housemaid smiled.
I'm home!!!
The Beardy One and I are now officially moved in to our new house! Hooray!
Yesterday we moved most of our stuff from the old place (just one or two bits left to get) and, most importantly, we got the sofa in! We now have a living room full of boxes and miscellaneous crap but WE ARE IN!
I'm sitting on the sofa, looking out my back door (which is wide open, letting in the fresh air and birdsong, only slightly spoiled by the occasional noisy car or child) and looking at my washing drying on the line. It's been a very, very long time coming but we are finally here. The kitchen still needs some work, and the hallway is still bare plaster but for the most part, everything is sweet.
The Beardy One and I are now officially moved in to our new house! Hooray!
Yesterday we moved most of our stuff from the old place (just one or two bits left to get) and, most importantly, we got the sofa in! We now have a living room full of boxes and miscellaneous crap but WE ARE IN!
I'm sitting on the sofa, looking out my back door (which is wide open, letting in the fresh air and birdsong, only slightly spoiled by the occasional noisy car or child) and looking at my washing drying on the line. It's been a very, very long time coming but we are finally here. The kitchen still needs some work, and the hallway is still bare plaster but for the most part, everything is sweet.
Pretty Things
I can't seem to find a lot to say.
Scholar has found a new girlfriend. He didn't have the courtesy to tell me. She looks a little like me, but no doubt she'll be able to give him whatever I couldn't. As he said, once, 'one day he'll find someone who doesn't want to share him'. I don't think he ever really understood the idea of polyamory. I wanted to share my life with him forever, for real, and for as long as he wanted. Well, he's lost that now. I don't think I could ever trust him again, even if he wanted something with me. How can you trust someone who claims to love you so much that he wants you to leave your partner...and then just...not? I don't get it. I can't turn my feelings on and off like that.
Anyway...
Our house is now nearly ready for us to move in! Woohoo! We slept overnight there last night and christened one of the rooms. I spent all day in bed today though because I felt like total shite. I think I must be a bit run down...
...which explains why I was in such a stupid amount of pain when I had my latest lot of tattooing.
Cue giant picture of my arse. Why, don't mind if I do.
As you can see, I totally failed to sit through the whole colouring. However, I did manage three hours even if most of it was totally agonizing. It's lovely though and I am very pleased. I like the black and white picture because the shading on the flower shows up so well. My next session is in six weeks, when I will get it finished, I swear.
Scholar has found a new girlfriend. He didn't have the courtesy to tell me. She looks a little like me, but no doubt she'll be able to give him whatever I couldn't. As he said, once, 'one day he'll find someone who doesn't want to share him'. I don't think he ever really understood the idea of polyamory. I wanted to share my life with him forever, for real, and for as long as he wanted. Well, he's lost that now. I don't think I could ever trust him again, even if he wanted something with me. How can you trust someone who claims to love you so much that he wants you to leave your partner...and then just...not? I don't get it. I can't turn my feelings on and off like that.
Anyway...
Our house is now nearly ready for us to move in! Woohoo! We slept overnight there last night and christened one of the rooms. I spent all day in bed today though because I felt like total shite. I think I must be a bit run down...
...which explains why I was in such a stupid amount of pain when I had my latest lot of tattooing.
Cue giant picture of my arse. Why, don't mind if I do.
As you can see, I totally failed to sit through the whole colouring. However, I did manage three hours even if most of it was totally agonizing. It's lovely though and I am very pleased. I like the black and white picture because the shading on the flower shows up so well. My next session is in six weeks, when I will get it finished, I swear.
Winter Is Coming...Again.
Nope, this is not about Game of Thrones.
Instead, it's just a comment on the horrifying torrents of sleety rain currently sloshing over my very cold and desolate city.
I've been suffering with a bit of cold-weather malaise today. I'd got a little too used to the glorious English springtime and being able to sit out in the garden and bask in the sunshine whilst playing with the lovely cat who may or not be a stray (I want to call her Shadow, the Man says that's a stupid name for a cat. Bastard). Now the nasty rain stuff is coming down so hard that the lamp post across the road looks like it's going to snap in half and alarms keep going off as the rain hits them. This doesn't bode well for getting to my tattoo appointment tomorrow, but I am sure it will be fine. A little snow never stopped British Rail, right? Right? Oh...
Still, it's terribly exciting to be getting my ink finished tomorrow, I really can't wait.
On the other hand, it may have been miserably cold and horrid today but I have been productive. Yay! My mother gave us a mirror from her house as a little present for Chez Kitten which is rather lovely, but featured a rather...obnoxious...stained frame. I stripped it down to the natural wood (although it turned out to be rather uninspiring pine) using the little hand held sander (a slight case of vibration white finger only!) and then finished it with two different grades of sandpaper by hand, and followed it with two coats of beeswax. It looks lush. Pictures will follow eventually.
I also made a very tasty dinner; risotto with turkey and leek. The recipe is:
1.5 cups of arborio rice.
2 turkey breast slice thingies. Not the ones in crumb!
A large leek.
A medium red onion.
1 litre of chicken stock. I cheat and use a cube.
3 cloves of garlic. Or less, if you like.
Garlic and herb Philadelphia.
Salt and pepper to taste.
Fry the onion and garlic in some olive oil until the onion softens but doesn't colour. Add the rice. Stir until the liquor is absorbed. Add a cup or so of the stock. Stir until absorbed. Repeat until the rice is squishy and you've used the stock.
Slice the leeks. Sweat in a little butter and stock. Add to rice. Stir together. Add a generous dollop of Philly. Stir some more.
Slice and fry off the turkey in some pepper.
Dollop some risotto on a plate, top with the turkey. I also had some lovely sliced red pepper on it and it was NOM!
Instead, it's just a comment on the horrifying torrents of sleety rain currently sloshing over my very cold and desolate city.
I've been suffering with a bit of cold-weather malaise today. I'd got a little too used to the glorious English springtime and being able to sit out in the garden and bask in the sunshine whilst playing with the lovely cat who may or not be a stray (I want to call her Shadow, the Man says that's a stupid name for a cat. Bastard). Now the nasty rain stuff is coming down so hard that the lamp post across the road looks like it's going to snap in half and alarms keep going off as the rain hits them. This doesn't bode well for getting to my tattoo appointment tomorrow, but I am sure it will be fine. A little snow never stopped British Rail, right? Right? Oh...
Still, it's terribly exciting to be getting my ink finished tomorrow, I really can't wait.
On the other hand, it may have been miserably cold and horrid today but I have been productive. Yay! My mother gave us a mirror from her house as a little present for Chez Kitten which is rather lovely, but featured a rather...obnoxious...stained frame. I stripped it down to the natural wood (although it turned out to be rather uninspiring pine) using the little hand held sander (a slight case of vibration white finger only!) and then finished it with two different grades of sandpaper by hand, and followed it with two coats of beeswax. It looks lush. Pictures will follow eventually.
I also made a very tasty dinner; risotto with turkey and leek. The recipe is:
1.5 cups of arborio rice.
2 turkey breast slice thingies. Not the ones in crumb!
A large leek.
A medium red onion.
1 litre of chicken stock. I cheat and use a cube.
3 cloves of garlic. Or less, if you like.
Garlic and herb Philadelphia.
Salt and pepper to taste.
Fry the onion and garlic in some olive oil until the onion softens but doesn't colour. Add the rice. Stir until the liquor is absorbed. Add a cup or so of the stock. Stir until absorbed. Repeat until the rice is squishy and you've used the stock.
Slice the leeks. Sweat in a little butter and stock. Add to rice. Stir together. Add a generous dollop of Philly. Stir some more.
Slice and fry off the turkey in some pepper.
Dollop some risotto on a plate, top with the turkey. I also had some lovely sliced red pepper on it and it was NOM!
Home, home on the Range!
Things are really coming together at Chez Kitten! We've now got the carpets down in the two upstairs rooms, and the tiles have gone up in the bathroom. It's beginning to look like a place we can actually live, not just a shell we come to every day with no conceivable end in sight. The internet people are coming in only just more than a week to connect the cable, which means we really will be able to move in any time! The only thing left to do is the kitchen, which hopefully should be purchased from Ikea and constructed by my lovely Beardy Man and his father in the next two weeks...and that will be it! Home and dry and ready for the start of at least a little bit of a new life.
I've made some vows to myself with this house. We've both worked really hard on getting it done and getting it to the kind of state where we want to live in it, and I want it to stay like that: we both do. So I vow the following things:
1. I will put my dirty laundry in the laundry basket immediately.
2. I will take my washing up into the kitchen as soon as I am done with it.
3. I will not let my sewing stuff explode all over the study.
They're simple vows, but pretty necessary, because I'm not the neatest person in the world and I know it drives Mr Beard dappy. I shall take hints from an awesome new blog I found (athriftymrs. Google her.) and if not become a domestic goddess then certainly become a domesticated human.
I've made some vows to myself with this house. We've both worked really hard on getting it done and getting it to the kind of state where we want to live in it, and I want it to stay like that: we both do. So I vow the following things:
1. I will put my dirty laundry in the laundry basket immediately.
2. I will take my washing up into the kitchen as soon as I am done with it.
3. I will not let my sewing stuff explode all over the study.
They're simple vows, but pretty necessary, because I'm not the neatest person in the world and I know it drives Mr Beard dappy. I shall take hints from an awesome new blog I found (athriftymrs. Google her.) and if not become a domestic goddess then certainly become a domesticated human.
Stuff and Things
Well, I've been shit at updating!
To be fair, stuff has happened but not that much of it is interesting, and some of it is downright depressing. Scholar and I are no more - that's pretty sad. But it became apparent that he didn't have enough time to really put into our relationship. I think sometimes people enter into polyamorous relationships without really considering them first. I believe I was his first poly relationship, and for a great deal of the duration of our time together he was looking for a second partner. I have my Beard, of course, and I don't think he was ever that comfortable with that. In part, I suspect, he is not really, when you get down to it, a poly person. I knew it was over - no matter what he said to the contrary - when he told me that he "would have to stop seeing me when he found someone to be mono with" (I paraphrase there a little). That was never how I saw our relationship. I would have happily gotten old with my Beard and Scholar and introduced them and let them be massive nerdlingers together; but it wasn't enough for him, and there isn't anything I can do about that.
Of course, it makes me sad, and it makes me angry that he just let things peter out rather than doing the decent thing and saying what was on his mind, but I have learned from it, and I really, truly wish him all the best.
In less depressing news, our little house is coming along really nicely now! Look at my gorgeous garden!
It's so lovely in the sunshine! Shame about the big burned patch in the middle but we're going to reseed that with grass and soon it'll be all verdant and lovely! At the end is going to be the 'country house garden' with the compost heap and the vegetable patch and my fruit bushes (I already have a gooseberry bush, a blackcurrant bush, strawberry plants and raspberry canes) and I shall build some kind of suspension frame so that I can have summer rope parties!
We've now painted both the upstairs rooms - the study is ivory and a gorgeous dark sagey green colour, and the bedroom is sandy brown and dark blue. Very pretty! Next we need to paint the front room and do the bathroom, then the kitchen gets ripped out and replaced with my lovely new one, and after that - we move in!!! I can't wait.
The other thing I did was get my new tattoo! Well, the line work at least. That was nearly an hour and a half, and the colour should be another four hours or so. It's looking really pretty but I can't wait to see it all coloured in. It's much bigger than I think I originally considered, but as it's on my back I don't really see it, so it doesn't worry me!
So there it is, in all it's glory! Pretty, ain't it? I honestly can't wait to see it coloured, although part of me wishes it was just being black and white. It's so delicate. I get weird about tattoos, though. After I get one done I usually freak out and get really upset about how I've defiled my body...and then love them. Every now and then I look at my feet, or see my back in the mirror, and say to myself "silly girl, what have you done?" but each one means something to me, and each one will always mean something, and that's all that matters.
To be fair, stuff has happened but not that much of it is interesting, and some of it is downright depressing. Scholar and I are no more - that's pretty sad. But it became apparent that he didn't have enough time to really put into our relationship. I think sometimes people enter into polyamorous relationships without really considering them first. I believe I was his first poly relationship, and for a great deal of the duration of our time together he was looking for a second partner. I have my Beard, of course, and I don't think he was ever that comfortable with that. In part, I suspect, he is not really, when you get down to it, a poly person. I knew it was over - no matter what he said to the contrary - when he told me that he "would have to stop seeing me when he found someone to be mono with" (I paraphrase there a little). That was never how I saw our relationship. I would have happily gotten old with my Beard and Scholar and introduced them and let them be massive nerdlingers together; but it wasn't enough for him, and there isn't anything I can do about that.
Of course, it makes me sad, and it makes me angry that he just let things peter out rather than doing the decent thing and saying what was on his mind, but I have learned from it, and I really, truly wish him all the best.
In less depressing news, our little house is coming along really nicely now! Look at my gorgeous garden!
We've now painted both the upstairs rooms - the study is ivory and a gorgeous dark sagey green colour, and the bedroom is sandy brown and dark blue. Very pretty! Next we need to paint the front room and do the bathroom, then the kitchen gets ripped out and replaced with my lovely new one, and after that - we move in!!! I can't wait.
The other thing I did was get my new tattoo! Well, the line work at least. That was nearly an hour and a half, and the colour should be another four hours or so. It's looking really pretty but I can't wait to see it all coloured in. It's much bigger than I think I originally considered, but as it's on my back I don't really see it, so it doesn't worry me!
One Night - Erotica
I had butterflies in my stomach, a queasy feeling of nerves and anticipation as I sat on the platform waiting for my train to come in. Each time an announcement came over the tannoy I jumped, startled out of my reverie. I wanted to pace up and down, wring my hands or something just to release the nervous tension, but I resisted and instead made myself assume the ladylike position you'd demanded, and that I had been practicing all week.
Your email had come as a bit of a surprise. You'd never been so terse with me before. As my companion, you'd written I expect you to behave appropriately, as you will be reflecting me. A sluttishly dressed girl will not be tolerated. You will comport yourself as a lady accompanying a gentleman to a high-class restaurant should behave. If you fail to do so, you will feel the back of my hand. When sitting, knees should be together. We don't gobble our food. And nice girls do as they are told.
I didn't know how to feel...but my body did. I felt my nipples harden and the fabric of my bra moving across them made me shiver. But I took in your words, and had selected my outfit carefully, hoping that it was what you expected from a 'nice girl'.
And now I sat, waiting, knees together, hands resting in my lap, my stillness concealing the nerves within.
Eventually - and it seemed like forever - my train came, I got on, found my seat, and waited again, fleetingly reading my book, then staring aimlessly out the window. As the journey came to an end I felt my heart start to beat faster and as the station came into view it was almost beating out of my chest. I checked my make up, my hair - soft, smoky eyes with Bettie Paige flicks and red lips - as close to perfect as I could make it. But still I felt so scared that I almost wanted to call the whole thing off.
You'd told me you would meet me off the train - I didn't really know London, I'd said, and you'd laughed and told me a gentleman would meet a lady anyway, and told me to look for a black fedora hat in the crowded station. And now the time had come for me to look. I gathered my weekend bag and other bits and pieces and stepped off the train, my seamed stockings and fuck-me heels catching a little attention amongst the post-work bustle of the station.
The conductor rushed to my aid as I went to lift my bag down from the train and i marveled at how it had never happened when I wore my usual day to day uniform of jeans and boots. There must be something in this feminine dressing, I thought to myself. I was so distracted and nervous that I didn't notice a figure step out of the crowd buzzing around me and walk over to me until I turned, looking for somewhere to wait, and stepped right into you.
You caught my arm as I teetered for a moment on the black patent leather skyscraper heels, and your other hand steadied me around my waist. I laughed slightly, a high, embarrassed giggle, and looked up for the first time.
Your eyes were magnetic, compelling. Under the hard white light of the platform they gleamed like green jewels, and with the former's cold glitter. I was transfixed. You were close enough that I could breathe in your aftershave, the orange blossom and juniper overlying something deeper and darker - your own smell adding that musky note. I felt myself quiver and my body respond, the heat rushing to my cunt as I blushed pink. Even with heels on you could easily look down on me, and your gaze seemed to analyze each aspect of me, penetrating me to my core.
You leaned forward and broke the spell, whispering in my ear "Nice girls don't stand there with their mouths open." I blinked, like a rabbit in the headlights, and quickly closed my mouth, glancing away and down for a moment, before you slid two fingers under my chin and tilted my head back, your own lips meeting mine as you kissed me hard, hungrily, your hand on my waist pulling me into you, your other hand going to the back of my neck and holding me in to the kiss. You bit down gently on my bottom lip, bringing a little gasp of pain/pleasure from me before releasing me and smiling.
"Well done, little girl. You certainly look the part." Your voice was deep, the burr of your accent tempered with years of education and employment outside your home town, and once again I felt myself blush - this time at the praise. You took me by the hand, picking up my overnight bag, and asked me where my hotel was: I told you and you lead me off without a second question until we were out of the station building and into the dusk of the city.
We made small talk as you guided me the ten minutes' walk to my hotel, your hand never leaving mine. I checked in and we went to my room to drop off the bags.
I fumbled with the key in the lock, my fear getting to me a little. I steadied myself, one hand resting on the woodwork and finally got the door open, painfully aware of how stupid I must look. I pushed it open and stepped in, reaching for my bag but you'd already picked it up and encouraged me forward into the room with a little swat on my arse.
One glance was all that was really needed to take in the room. It was nothing special, really - double bed, wardrobe, armchair, desk. It's only stand-out feature was the fireplace, even if the cheerily burning logs were a modern halogen picture representation. I took off my coat, throwing it carelessly onto the bed. The warmth of the fire was genuine and I stood in front of it for a moment, the chill of the early spring dusk evaporating from me.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the simulated flames. But a second later I heard your steps on the thick pile carpet and you were behind me, one hand over my mouth, the other pressing me towards the armchair, gently but firmly. At the point where I felt it knock into my shins the pressure on my back changed and you pushed me down over the chair, releasing your grip on my mouth. Pressed down until my face was crushed into the leather, I felt you stroking my stockinged leg, one hand caressing and teasing through the silk, tracing the seam higher and higher until your fingers brushed the hem of my dress. Then, in one swift movement you snagged the fabric and pulled it up and over my round arse until the fabric gathered around my waist.
I gasped and went to stand up. One hand forced me down again and without a word you delivered a hard slap to my pale skin. I cried out with surprise and pain, once more trying to stand. This time it was a shove, my face hitting the leather as two more ringing spanks hit. This time I didn't move, my cries muffled by the upholstry. Two more spanks now, one to each cheek. Then more, your hand rising and falling rhythmically, each stroke forcing another breathy gasp or moan from my lips. And then you were stroking the already rising welts through my deep red silk panties. You slid one finger between my thighs and I heard a small chuckle as you felt the wetness just beginning to dampen the smooth fabric.
I felt the heat of your body close to me as you pressed against my sore arse, the cloth rough against the exposed tops of my thighs above the stockings. Your hardness was apparent and I couldn't help but move against you slightly. You gave a low, rumbling growl, saying "Little whore. You're not getting this now." There was a slight pause "We have a dinner reservation to get to." I heard you step away and yelped as you pulled my skirt down again. "Come on then, girl. I won't wait all day."
I struggled to my feet, shaking slightly, and hurried to gather my bag and coat. You held me by the shoulders for a moment, at arms' reach, and studied me."Yes," you said. "You've done well. You'll do."
Once more you took my hand and lead me out the room, taking the key from my unresisting hand and locking the door behind us and dropping it into your coat pocket. "Hey," I started, but you silenced me with one hand over my mouth. You leaned in close, your breath hot on my skin. "I told you once already. Good girls do as they are told. Tonight, you are mine, my whore, and you will respect that." I shivered with the force of your words, spoken softly but each one dripping with ire. I nodded. You smiled at me, a moment of warmth which made beam with pleasure.
And then that guiding hand took mine again and you drew me along though the hotel and out onto the street, into the descending London night. The streets were busy enough - it was still early and sober-suited businessmen rubbed shoulders with tourists looking for a nightspot and the odd couple, holding hands and strolling along in their own world. You guided me expertly through the crowds, your hand never leaving mine.
We walked for ten minutes or so, you pointing out interesting sights or places you'd been. I couldn't help but enjoy myself and relax, even though the heels you'd asked me to wear were hardly comfortable. We got to the restaurant and you opened the door for me. It was a sushi bar, sleek modern decor mixing with traditional Japanese elements. A kimono-ed greeter took your name and lead us to the waiting area, and we sat on luxurious cushions on the low benches.
In my deep green dress, my pale skin almost glowing under the soft lights and the dark tendrils of my hair just stroking my shoulders I sat as delicately as I could, nervous once again until I caught you looking at me, your eyes devouring every curve and angle of my shape. You leaned in. "My little whore" you breathed, "you look utterly fuckable." I gasped, then tried to swallow the sound back into my throat. I was off guard. You gave a low chuckle and leaned in even closer. "And, you filthy slut, I am going to fuck you tonight. Just something for you to think about." You smiled at me, and then at the greeter who had come over to show us to the table.
The food was nothing less than excellent; fresh, light, and each morsel was elegantly presented. I thought of myself - elegantly presented indeed. You fed me tidbits, poured green tea, and we chatted about politics, art, history... I began to relax. I began to forget myself and simply enjoy the moment. But when I slouched down in my seat a sharp pinch on my thigh made me jump and I almost - almost - yelped, and straightened up immediately. You smiled coldly and asked for the bill. We paid and left, you taking my hand again.
This time, we didn't have a long walk.
We went a different direction out of the restaurant. The streets had emptied now out a little now, and you walked beside me, holding my arm through yours. We hadn't gone far when you pulled me aside, almost knocking me off my feet as you dragged me down a side street, past deeply-shadowed doorways and through clouds of steam oozing from vents in the walls. One more hard tug and my heels skittered on cobble stones into a secluded yard. The sounds of the street were muffled and the only light was a single street lamp, serving mostly to deepen the shadows around the courtyard.
You spun me around and with a sharp step pressed me up against the wall, the rough stone grazing my skin through the stockings. Your forearm pressed against my throat, forcing my head back and I gasped for air. "You gorgeous, filthy little fuckslut." you growled, "did you like dressing up for me, hmm? Being a lady?" I could barely gasp an assent. "I know better though." You released the pressure on my throat and I gulped air gratefully, my knees almost buckling. Only your restraining arm around my waist kept me from falling for a moment. Then your free hand was grasping for my skirt, pulling and hitching it up over my stocking tops until it was once more around my waist. I mumbled "no, not here, please", trying to cover myself.
The slap caught me completely off guard. It was hard - so hard it brought tears to my eyes immediately and almost knocked the wind from me. "Little bitch!" your deep voice dripped with disdain. "*what* did I tell you? Good girls - " you ripped my skirt up again, " - do as they are told." I whimpered, the moisture still glittering in my eyes, as you trailed fingers up over my thighs, momentarily stopping to caress the silky tops of my stockings, before moving up to rest over my pubic mound. The heat of your skin made me shiver and I felt my wetness rise as I slightly spread my legs.
"That's my fuck slut." Your fingers pressed down slightly, sliding across the soft membrane of my underwear, down further until you felt the valley between my lips and pressed in more firmly, and your low murmur of lust got louder as you felt the round bead of my clit hood piercing resting just over my centre. One finger circled around, flicking the bead against my clit and I drew a short hissing breath at the touch, tilting my hips forward in a tacit invitation. Your murmur became a growl and with a quick, rough movement you ripped the flimsy fabric down, exposing my soft, smooth-shaved mound. You took a moment to take in the sight, hunger in your eyes.
The cold night air brought goose-pimples to the exposed flesh and chilled the wetness beading on my lips.
"Fuck," you breathed "fuck, that's perfect, you little whore." You pressed into me again, trapping me between your body and the wall. Your hard cock strained at the barring cloth and you ground your hips against my sex. I gave a soft moan of my own, heat building between my thighs, my pulse racing now. One hand forced it's way between us and you pushed my thighs apart, fingers roughly seeking the wetness of my cunt and then slipping inside me. My cry of ecstasy echoed around the yard and encouraged you - a second finger joined the first, your thumb rubbing my clit as you continued to grind against me, your own pleasure evident as you snarled in my ear, over and over "Dirty little cunt, finger fucked in the street like the whore you are. And you're going to cum for me, aren't you - all over my hand and then, bitch...then you're going to lick it clean."
That drove me mad; my hips bucked wildly against you, my gasps and moans becoming sharper as I let myself go, reveling in your touch, the rough scratch of your beard on my soft skin as you kissed and bit my neck and shoulders, the heat of your body, each growl you made running through me like electricity. I wanted you. I needed you. "Please" I mumbled through my pleasure. "Please - take me. I need you so much, please fuck me." I begged, pleaded with you, but you laughed. "Not now, girl. You have to wait for that. Now be good and cum for me." With that you bit down - hard - on the flesh of my shoulder, and I screamed, knees buckling underneath me and a flood of nectar soaking your hand, running down my thighs and coating my delicate silk stockings. My orgasm was intense, waves washing over me and for a long moment I was hardly even aware of your arm around my waist supporting me.
When I came to my senses you were standing close, your erection bulging through the dark gray trousers of your suit. You raised your cum-soaked hand to your lips and tasted, just grazing the tip of one glistening finger along your lips. "Mmm. Fuck, you taste good, kitten." Your hand reached out towards me. "Clean me up now, there's a good girl." I lurched forward, hungrily taking your fingers, one by one, into my mouth, sucking and licking every single drop of the creamy nectar from your skin, my murmurs of delight felt through your flesh. "Good girl," you said in your Scottish burr, and I felt myself blush with the praise.
When you were convinced I had cleaned you well enough you pulled away, taking my hair in your hand and pulling me upward as I made a mewling protest which was barely even half meant. You kissed me hard again then took my hand, grinning as you lead me back onto the main street and hailed us a taxi.
Your arm around me was comforting and I leaned into you now. A taxi pulled up and you opened the door for me before getting in yourself. I rested my head against your chest as you gave the driver the address of my hotel and the car swept into the night. I closed my eyes and breathed you in, the orange blossom-juniper-musk now familiar and reassuring. You stroked my leg, teasing higher until you felt the wetness on my thighs, cold now from the night air. I looked up to see you once again tasting my cum, eyes half closed in rapt delight and I slowly slid my hand down and across your body to gently caress the swelling bulge of your cock. Your mouth opened in a silent moan. But the journey was over too quickly; you paid, and we entered the hotel.
You lead me straight past the reception area and back down our earlier path to my room, unlocking the door and leading me in. You shut it, and locked it behind us, the Do Not Disturb sign hanging outside. I sat on the bed, momentarily lost and unsure of myself. I watched you take off your coat and then your suit jacket, hanging them carefully over the back of the arm chair. I coloured, remembering my earlier encounter with it. And then you walked towards me, undoing your tie until you stood right in front of me.
You caressed my face, stroked my hair for a moment, before seizing it and pulling me to my feet, ignoring my little whimper of pain. You stepped back, pulling me with you, and spun me around. You fumbled with the back of my dress and then I felt and heard the zipper slide down, my dress opening up and exposing my tattooed back. I closed my eyes and purred happily as your fingers traced the inked ribbons and flowers. "Beautiful" you said. Your hands slid my dress down and over my hips until it puddled around my ankles. My wet-through panties followed it and you turned me back around.
I tried to conceal my body - womanly rather than slender, as it always had been - but you slapped my hands away. "Mm," you rumbled, the sound coming from deep within your throat. "Aren't you just a picture? Take the bra off, slut. I want to see all of you." My hands fumbled with the clasp and I frowned. You grinned at me, and then laughed when I made a little grunt of satisfaction when the difficult hooks gave way under me. The lace and satin construction fell away from me and I stood up straight, my heavy, full breasts standing proud.
You gave me a long, lingering look. "Jesus fuck, woman. Get on your knees - now!" I hurried, trying to remain elegant as I knelt in front of you. Your hands were already fumbling with your belt as you unbuckled, unzipped and dropped trousers and underwear to the floor and releasing your rock-hard cock. You grabbed my hair roughly, pulling me forward and forcing your hardness deep into my mouth. I gulped, trying not to gag before mastering myself, drawing you a little deeper and massaging the head of your thick cock with my tongue. I reached my hand up and you gave a gratifying moan as my cool skin caressed you. I worked my way up your shaft, licking and sucking as I went. I lost track of time, only feeling you move against me, your hips thrusting into my mouth as your pleasure rose and rose. I wanted to feel you cum hard, to taste you - but you had other ideas.
Pushing me away, you wrenched me to my feet and threw me back against the bed, flipping me onto my front so that my arse and cunt were exposed for you to take. The red welts had deepened now and started to bruise. You slapped me once on each cheek, bringing the sting back to them, before plunging your cock deep into my hot, tight cunt. My moan was drawn-out and ululating, an animal sound, and my fingernails grazed the sheets as you thrust in and out of me, my own juices more than enough to slicken your shaft.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" I cried as you stretched me deliciously. You were close now - I could feel it, hear it in your voice as you growled with pleasure. As you fucked me deep your nails clawed me, over the already raised welts, over my back and down my thighs. I pushed a hand beneath myself and began to rub my clit hard, desperate to cum, desperate now to feel you cum. "Please - " I begged, words failing me now. Your breath came harder, faster, gasps and pants mixed with your harsh grunts. My head began to spin as I felt my orgasm rise, my fingers slick and frantic on my clit. With one deep, long thrust you shuddered and gave a primal cry and I felt the hot streams of your cum fill me. It was enough to drive me over the edge and my own moans joined yours, our bodies locked together.
For a long, long moment we lay there, your weight on top of me comforting. My eyes were closed, heart still thundering. I felt you pull away from me, standing up, and heard you go to the bathroom. A pause, and then heard you return, felt the bed move under you. I opened my eyes to see you sitting next to me, smiling. You stroked my hair fondly, smiling now without any trace of the coldness I had seen before.
"Well done, baby. I'm proud of you." You gathered me into your lap now and held me close. I heard your heart beating. "Well done..."
We slept.
Your email had come as a bit of a surprise. You'd never been so terse with me before. As my companion, you'd written I expect you to behave appropriately, as you will be reflecting me. A sluttishly dressed girl will not be tolerated. You will comport yourself as a lady accompanying a gentleman to a high-class restaurant should behave. If you fail to do so, you will feel the back of my hand. When sitting, knees should be together. We don't gobble our food. And nice girls do as they are told.
I didn't know how to feel...but my body did. I felt my nipples harden and the fabric of my bra moving across them made me shiver. But I took in your words, and had selected my outfit carefully, hoping that it was what you expected from a 'nice girl'.
And now I sat, waiting, knees together, hands resting in my lap, my stillness concealing the nerves within.
Eventually - and it seemed like forever - my train came, I got on, found my seat, and waited again, fleetingly reading my book, then staring aimlessly out the window. As the journey came to an end I felt my heart start to beat faster and as the station came into view it was almost beating out of my chest. I checked my make up, my hair - soft, smoky eyes with Bettie Paige flicks and red lips - as close to perfect as I could make it. But still I felt so scared that I almost wanted to call the whole thing off.
You'd told me you would meet me off the train - I didn't really know London, I'd said, and you'd laughed and told me a gentleman would meet a lady anyway, and told me to look for a black fedora hat in the crowded station. And now the time had come for me to look. I gathered my weekend bag and other bits and pieces and stepped off the train, my seamed stockings and fuck-me heels catching a little attention amongst the post-work bustle of the station.
The conductor rushed to my aid as I went to lift my bag down from the train and i marveled at how it had never happened when I wore my usual day to day uniform of jeans and boots. There must be something in this feminine dressing, I thought to myself. I was so distracted and nervous that I didn't notice a figure step out of the crowd buzzing around me and walk over to me until I turned, looking for somewhere to wait, and stepped right into you.
You caught my arm as I teetered for a moment on the black patent leather skyscraper heels, and your other hand steadied me around my waist. I laughed slightly, a high, embarrassed giggle, and looked up for the first time.
Your eyes were magnetic, compelling. Under the hard white light of the platform they gleamed like green jewels, and with the former's cold glitter. I was transfixed. You were close enough that I could breathe in your aftershave, the orange blossom and juniper overlying something deeper and darker - your own smell adding that musky note. I felt myself quiver and my body respond, the heat rushing to my cunt as I blushed pink. Even with heels on you could easily look down on me, and your gaze seemed to analyze each aspect of me, penetrating me to my core.
You leaned forward and broke the spell, whispering in my ear "Nice girls don't stand there with their mouths open." I blinked, like a rabbit in the headlights, and quickly closed my mouth, glancing away and down for a moment, before you slid two fingers under my chin and tilted my head back, your own lips meeting mine as you kissed me hard, hungrily, your hand on my waist pulling me into you, your other hand going to the back of my neck and holding me in to the kiss. You bit down gently on my bottom lip, bringing a little gasp of pain/pleasure from me before releasing me and smiling.
"Well done, little girl. You certainly look the part." Your voice was deep, the burr of your accent tempered with years of education and employment outside your home town, and once again I felt myself blush - this time at the praise. You took me by the hand, picking up my overnight bag, and asked me where my hotel was: I told you and you lead me off without a second question until we were out of the station building and into the dusk of the city.
We made small talk as you guided me the ten minutes' walk to my hotel, your hand never leaving mine. I checked in and we went to my room to drop off the bags.
I fumbled with the key in the lock, my fear getting to me a little. I steadied myself, one hand resting on the woodwork and finally got the door open, painfully aware of how stupid I must look. I pushed it open and stepped in, reaching for my bag but you'd already picked it up and encouraged me forward into the room with a little swat on my arse.
One glance was all that was really needed to take in the room. It was nothing special, really - double bed, wardrobe, armchair, desk. It's only stand-out feature was the fireplace, even if the cheerily burning logs were a modern halogen picture representation. I took off my coat, throwing it carelessly onto the bed. The warmth of the fire was genuine and I stood in front of it for a moment, the chill of the early spring dusk evaporating from me.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the simulated flames. But a second later I heard your steps on the thick pile carpet and you were behind me, one hand over my mouth, the other pressing me towards the armchair, gently but firmly. At the point where I felt it knock into my shins the pressure on my back changed and you pushed me down over the chair, releasing your grip on my mouth. Pressed down until my face was crushed into the leather, I felt you stroking my stockinged leg, one hand caressing and teasing through the silk, tracing the seam higher and higher until your fingers brushed the hem of my dress. Then, in one swift movement you snagged the fabric and pulled it up and over my round arse until the fabric gathered around my waist.
I gasped and went to stand up. One hand forced me down again and without a word you delivered a hard slap to my pale skin. I cried out with surprise and pain, once more trying to stand. This time it was a shove, my face hitting the leather as two more ringing spanks hit. This time I didn't move, my cries muffled by the upholstry. Two more spanks now, one to each cheek. Then more, your hand rising and falling rhythmically, each stroke forcing another breathy gasp or moan from my lips. And then you were stroking the already rising welts through my deep red silk panties. You slid one finger between my thighs and I heard a small chuckle as you felt the wetness just beginning to dampen the smooth fabric.
I felt the heat of your body close to me as you pressed against my sore arse, the cloth rough against the exposed tops of my thighs above the stockings. Your hardness was apparent and I couldn't help but move against you slightly. You gave a low, rumbling growl, saying "Little whore. You're not getting this now." There was a slight pause "We have a dinner reservation to get to." I heard you step away and yelped as you pulled my skirt down again. "Come on then, girl. I won't wait all day."
I struggled to my feet, shaking slightly, and hurried to gather my bag and coat. You held me by the shoulders for a moment, at arms' reach, and studied me."Yes," you said. "You've done well. You'll do."
Once more you took my hand and lead me out the room, taking the key from my unresisting hand and locking the door behind us and dropping it into your coat pocket. "Hey," I started, but you silenced me with one hand over my mouth. You leaned in close, your breath hot on my skin. "I told you once already. Good girls do as they are told. Tonight, you are mine, my whore, and you will respect that." I shivered with the force of your words, spoken softly but each one dripping with ire. I nodded. You smiled at me, a moment of warmth which made beam with pleasure.
And then that guiding hand took mine again and you drew me along though the hotel and out onto the street, into the descending London night. The streets were busy enough - it was still early and sober-suited businessmen rubbed shoulders with tourists looking for a nightspot and the odd couple, holding hands and strolling along in their own world. You guided me expertly through the crowds, your hand never leaving mine.
We walked for ten minutes or so, you pointing out interesting sights or places you'd been. I couldn't help but enjoy myself and relax, even though the heels you'd asked me to wear were hardly comfortable. We got to the restaurant and you opened the door for me. It was a sushi bar, sleek modern decor mixing with traditional Japanese elements. A kimono-ed greeter took your name and lead us to the waiting area, and we sat on luxurious cushions on the low benches.
In my deep green dress, my pale skin almost glowing under the soft lights and the dark tendrils of my hair just stroking my shoulders I sat as delicately as I could, nervous once again until I caught you looking at me, your eyes devouring every curve and angle of my shape. You leaned in. "My little whore" you breathed, "you look utterly fuckable." I gasped, then tried to swallow the sound back into my throat. I was off guard. You gave a low chuckle and leaned in even closer. "And, you filthy slut, I am going to fuck you tonight. Just something for you to think about." You smiled at me, and then at the greeter who had come over to show us to the table.
The food was nothing less than excellent; fresh, light, and each morsel was elegantly presented. I thought of myself - elegantly presented indeed. You fed me tidbits, poured green tea, and we chatted about politics, art, history... I began to relax. I began to forget myself and simply enjoy the moment. But when I slouched down in my seat a sharp pinch on my thigh made me jump and I almost - almost - yelped, and straightened up immediately. You smiled coldly and asked for the bill. We paid and left, you taking my hand again.
This time, we didn't have a long walk.
We went a different direction out of the restaurant. The streets had emptied now out a little now, and you walked beside me, holding my arm through yours. We hadn't gone far when you pulled me aside, almost knocking me off my feet as you dragged me down a side street, past deeply-shadowed doorways and through clouds of steam oozing from vents in the walls. One more hard tug and my heels skittered on cobble stones into a secluded yard. The sounds of the street were muffled and the only light was a single street lamp, serving mostly to deepen the shadows around the courtyard.
You spun me around and with a sharp step pressed me up against the wall, the rough stone grazing my skin through the stockings. Your forearm pressed against my throat, forcing my head back and I gasped for air. "You gorgeous, filthy little fuckslut." you growled, "did you like dressing up for me, hmm? Being a lady?" I could barely gasp an assent. "I know better though." You released the pressure on my throat and I gulped air gratefully, my knees almost buckling. Only your restraining arm around my waist kept me from falling for a moment. Then your free hand was grasping for my skirt, pulling and hitching it up over my stocking tops until it was once more around my waist. I mumbled "no, not here, please", trying to cover myself.
The slap caught me completely off guard. It was hard - so hard it brought tears to my eyes immediately and almost knocked the wind from me. "Little bitch!" your deep voice dripped with disdain. "*what* did I tell you? Good girls - " you ripped my skirt up again, " - do as they are told." I whimpered, the moisture still glittering in my eyes, as you trailed fingers up over my thighs, momentarily stopping to caress the silky tops of my stockings, before moving up to rest over my pubic mound. The heat of your skin made me shiver and I felt my wetness rise as I slightly spread my legs.
"That's my fuck slut." Your fingers pressed down slightly, sliding across the soft membrane of my underwear, down further until you felt the valley between my lips and pressed in more firmly, and your low murmur of lust got louder as you felt the round bead of my clit hood piercing resting just over my centre. One finger circled around, flicking the bead against my clit and I drew a short hissing breath at the touch, tilting my hips forward in a tacit invitation. Your murmur became a growl and with a quick, rough movement you ripped the flimsy fabric down, exposing my soft, smooth-shaved mound. You took a moment to take in the sight, hunger in your eyes.
The cold night air brought goose-pimples to the exposed flesh and chilled the wetness beading on my lips.
"Fuck," you breathed "fuck, that's perfect, you little whore." You pressed into me again, trapping me between your body and the wall. Your hard cock strained at the barring cloth and you ground your hips against my sex. I gave a soft moan of my own, heat building between my thighs, my pulse racing now. One hand forced it's way between us and you pushed my thighs apart, fingers roughly seeking the wetness of my cunt and then slipping inside me. My cry of ecstasy echoed around the yard and encouraged you - a second finger joined the first, your thumb rubbing my clit as you continued to grind against me, your own pleasure evident as you snarled in my ear, over and over "Dirty little cunt, finger fucked in the street like the whore you are. And you're going to cum for me, aren't you - all over my hand and then, bitch...then you're going to lick it clean."
That drove me mad; my hips bucked wildly against you, my gasps and moans becoming sharper as I let myself go, reveling in your touch, the rough scratch of your beard on my soft skin as you kissed and bit my neck and shoulders, the heat of your body, each growl you made running through me like electricity. I wanted you. I needed you. "Please" I mumbled through my pleasure. "Please - take me. I need you so much, please fuck me." I begged, pleaded with you, but you laughed. "Not now, girl. You have to wait for that. Now be good and cum for me." With that you bit down - hard - on the flesh of my shoulder, and I screamed, knees buckling underneath me and a flood of nectar soaking your hand, running down my thighs and coating my delicate silk stockings. My orgasm was intense, waves washing over me and for a long moment I was hardly even aware of your arm around my waist supporting me.
When I came to my senses you were standing close, your erection bulging through the dark gray trousers of your suit. You raised your cum-soaked hand to your lips and tasted, just grazing the tip of one glistening finger along your lips. "Mmm. Fuck, you taste good, kitten." Your hand reached out towards me. "Clean me up now, there's a good girl." I lurched forward, hungrily taking your fingers, one by one, into my mouth, sucking and licking every single drop of the creamy nectar from your skin, my murmurs of delight felt through your flesh. "Good girl," you said in your Scottish burr, and I felt myself blush with the praise.
When you were convinced I had cleaned you well enough you pulled away, taking my hair in your hand and pulling me upward as I made a mewling protest which was barely even half meant. You kissed me hard again then took my hand, grinning as you lead me back onto the main street and hailed us a taxi.
Your arm around me was comforting and I leaned into you now. A taxi pulled up and you opened the door for me before getting in yourself. I rested my head against your chest as you gave the driver the address of my hotel and the car swept into the night. I closed my eyes and breathed you in, the orange blossom-juniper-musk now familiar and reassuring. You stroked my leg, teasing higher until you felt the wetness on my thighs, cold now from the night air. I looked up to see you once again tasting my cum, eyes half closed in rapt delight and I slowly slid my hand down and across your body to gently caress the swelling bulge of your cock. Your mouth opened in a silent moan. But the journey was over too quickly; you paid, and we entered the hotel.
You lead me straight past the reception area and back down our earlier path to my room, unlocking the door and leading me in. You shut it, and locked it behind us, the Do Not Disturb sign hanging outside. I sat on the bed, momentarily lost and unsure of myself. I watched you take off your coat and then your suit jacket, hanging them carefully over the back of the arm chair. I coloured, remembering my earlier encounter with it. And then you walked towards me, undoing your tie until you stood right in front of me.
You caressed my face, stroked my hair for a moment, before seizing it and pulling me to my feet, ignoring my little whimper of pain. You stepped back, pulling me with you, and spun me around. You fumbled with the back of my dress and then I felt and heard the zipper slide down, my dress opening up and exposing my tattooed back. I closed my eyes and purred happily as your fingers traced the inked ribbons and flowers. "Beautiful" you said. Your hands slid my dress down and over my hips until it puddled around my ankles. My wet-through panties followed it and you turned me back around.
I tried to conceal my body - womanly rather than slender, as it always had been - but you slapped my hands away. "Mm," you rumbled, the sound coming from deep within your throat. "Aren't you just a picture? Take the bra off, slut. I want to see all of you." My hands fumbled with the clasp and I frowned. You grinned at me, and then laughed when I made a little grunt of satisfaction when the difficult hooks gave way under me. The lace and satin construction fell away from me and I stood up straight, my heavy, full breasts standing proud.
You gave me a long, lingering look. "Jesus fuck, woman. Get on your knees - now!" I hurried, trying to remain elegant as I knelt in front of you. Your hands were already fumbling with your belt as you unbuckled, unzipped and dropped trousers and underwear to the floor and releasing your rock-hard cock. You grabbed my hair roughly, pulling me forward and forcing your hardness deep into my mouth. I gulped, trying not to gag before mastering myself, drawing you a little deeper and massaging the head of your thick cock with my tongue. I reached my hand up and you gave a gratifying moan as my cool skin caressed you. I worked my way up your shaft, licking and sucking as I went. I lost track of time, only feeling you move against me, your hips thrusting into my mouth as your pleasure rose and rose. I wanted to feel you cum hard, to taste you - but you had other ideas.
Pushing me away, you wrenched me to my feet and threw me back against the bed, flipping me onto my front so that my arse and cunt were exposed for you to take. The red welts had deepened now and started to bruise. You slapped me once on each cheek, bringing the sting back to them, before plunging your cock deep into my hot, tight cunt. My moan was drawn-out and ululating, an animal sound, and my fingernails grazed the sheets as you thrust in and out of me, my own juices more than enough to slicken your shaft.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" I cried as you stretched me deliciously. You were close now - I could feel it, hear it in your voice as you growled with pleasure. As you fucked me deep your nails clawed me, over the already raised welts, over my back and down my thighs. I pushed a hand beneath myself and began to rub my clit hard, desperate to cum, desperate now to feel you cum. "Please - " I begged, words failing me now. Your breath came harder, faster, gasps and pants mixed with your harsh grunts. My head began to spin as I felt my orgasm rise, my fingers slick and frantic on my clit. With one deep, long thrust you shuddered and gave a primal cry and I felt the hot streams of your cum fill me. It was enough to drive me over the edge and my own moans joined yours, our bodies locked together.
For a long, long moment we lay there, your weight on top of me comforting. My eyes were closed, heart still thundering. I felt you pull away from me, standing up, and heard you go to the bathroom. A pause, and then heard you return, felt the bed move under you. I opened my eyes to see you sitting next to me, smiling. You stroked my hair fondly, smiling now without any trace of the coldness I had seen before.
"Well done, baby. I'm proud of you." You gathered me into your lap now and held me close. I heard your heart beating. "Well done..."
We slept.
Wallpaper and Other Animals
Bloody hell this has been a long time coming!
Apparently the last few weeks have seen me lose my ability to write coherently - or think coherently if we're being realistic - so a lot of stuff has happened.
Tongue piercing is fine, settled down nicely and has now been changed for a shorter bar with a little shiny thing on top, which is very nice. It's green - Scholar's favourite colour - as he paid for it. Very pretty. Also I worried that the purple gem would look like a weird boil or something >.>
However, what I have mostly been doing is stripping lots and lots and lots of wallpaper.
Keys to new house were handed over a week last Monday, and since then we have filled I think seven large binbags with wallpaper stripped off the walls. This is the house that the demon wallpaperer built. Every conceivable surface is wallpapered. I would be surprised if there wasn't more wallpaper underneath the artex or the plaster! On the plus side the garden is huge and lovely and has a fox which visits it - in daylight! I like having wildlife come to visit =)
We have decided on cream and dark blue in the bedroom (very nautical!) and cream with sage green in the study (yep, we have a study. This is also known as the spare bedroom but in reality is mostly there to have computers in it!) and more cream and a gorgeous plummy coloured wallpaper in the front room. All this, of course, is subject to my landlady (i.e. the S.O.'s mum) deciding it's not neutral enough. But I refuse to live in a house which is all bloody beige! It's not happening.
They come up to judge us tomorrow: time will tell...
Apparently the last few weeks have seen me lose my ability to write coherently - or think coherently if we're being realistic - so a lot of stuff has happened.
Tongue piercing is fine, settled down nicely and has now been changed for a shorter bar with a little shiny thing on top, which is very nice. It's green - Scholar's favourite colour - as he paid for it. Very pretty. Also I worried that the purple gem would look like a weird boil or something >.>
However, what I have mostly been doing is stripping lots and lots and lots of wallpaper.
Keys to new house were handed over a week last Monday, and since then we have filled I think seven large binbags with wallpaper stripped off the walls. This is the house that the demon wallpaperer built. Every conceivable surface is wallpapered. I would be surprised if there wasn't more wallpaper underneath the artex or the plaster! On the plus side the garden is huge and lovely and has a fox which visits it - in daylight! I like having wildlife come to visit =)
We have decided on cream and dark blue in the bedroom (very nautical!) and cream with sage green in the study (yep, we have a study. This is also known as the spare bedroom but in reality is mostly there to have computers in it!) and more cream and a gorgeous plummy coloured wallpaper in the front room. All this, of course, is subject to my landlady (i.e. the S.O.'s mum) deciding it's not neutral enough. But I refuse to live in a house which is all bloody beige! It's not happening.
They come up to judge us tomorrow: time will tell...