figuring it out

A Walk on the Wild Side.. Part IV

2009-07-05T16:04:00.003+01:00

It seems the Archives are no longer accepting submissions - for now, at least - so the story has to be published here. Its a shame, but i do know the Archivists have lives to lead... I'm also not really resurrecting this blog in terms of writing about myself. This is purely a place, for now, where i can publish my stories.. nothing more. I hope you'll continue to enjoy reading my stories - feel free to leave comments.. :)

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A Walk on the Wild Side - Part IV

previous parts: One, Two, Three

codes: MMF, anal, beast, fantasy

May stared out of the window, warming her hands around the mug of soup, watching the brightly coloured leaves falling from the trees in the wind, enjoying the warmth of the house after returning from walking the dog. Halloween was but a fortnight away, and she knew David would be changing on a nightly basis soon. Her pussy throbbed with her thoughts - she loved sex with him, always, but especially so when he went wolf. There was something incredibly special about it that really brought out the best in both of them.

Her hand fell to Jake's head and she scritched behind his ears as he sat contentedly next to her, looking up adoringly at his Mistress. She smiled at the thought of all they'd done with Jake - alone and together - and she never regretted the moment that David had found her tied with Jake, almost six months ago now. It had reignited their sex lives, even though he was still working away from home a lot, but the presence of Jake had meant that on a nightly basis now, when he was away, they talked on the phone and he was there, on the phone, when Jake mounted her, plugging his cock into either her pussy or ass. And when he was home.. Ah, then, they'd do it together - sometimes with David just watching, sometimes with him being involved. And sometimes they'd be alone - Jake asleep on the floor next to them.

She heard the front door open and shut, David calling her name. She smiled and turned to greet him, happy he was home, then paused as she heard two sets of footsteps coming into the living room.

"May! look who I ran into at the airport!" May looked behind him and saw David's brother standing behind him, and she smiled and went to give him a big welcoming hug. She liked Robert, his younger brother - they'd met at David's sister's wedding that summer - and he gave her a warm hug in return, then she turned to say hello to David with an even bigger smile.

"Hey.." she said, then gasped, laughingly, as David grabbed her, pulling her to him to kiss her eagerly. They'd been apart for too long, and she could feel him harden against her, her head spinning as her body reacted lustily to him. Then they heard a throaty chuckle from behind her and broke the kiss, May blushing as she turned to face Rob.

"I think perhaps I should get a hotel room or something.. " he said, smiling at them to show he meant no offence, but David was already shaking his head.

"You can't do that, man. That time is too close. You know that.", David replied, putting a loaded emphasis on the word 'that'. Rob's eyes flickered to May, not knowing that she knew all about the family secret, obviously not wanting to mention it in front of her. David smiled. "Relax. She knows." Rob's eyes widened with his older brother's casual acknowledgment and looked at May, who simply nodded, then turned to go into the kitchen.

"You want a drink, you two? Something to eat?" Both David and Rob called out their desires and May set to work, half listening to the conversation behind her as they removed their coats, and sat at the kitchen table.

"We've never told you the real story of how we met, did we?" David grinned at his little brother, as Rob shook his head. "I'd gone camping for the weekend - figured it was the best way to stay out of trouble, but I ran into May and.. " May laughed.

"We got talking!" she said firmly, turning to smile at them, and David laughed back.

"Now, now, May, we have to tell him.. " and May raised an eyebrow, obviously wondering exactly why they should share their sex life with family. "You don't think Rob might need to know what's possible?, I mean, god knows, Mom and Dad don't know or, if they do, they never told us..." May thought about it, nodded, then turned back around to the kitchen worktop so she wouldn't have to face Rob while David explained it all, feeling her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. David led Rob through all the events of the weekend that they met.. culminating in the sex they'd had when he was a wolf, when he'd lost control.. and she all but heard Rob's jaw hit the table, and had to turn to look at Rob - to see whether it was disgust or amazement or... some other feeling he was experiencing.

"That.. that never occurred to me.." he stammered. "You actually DID it as a wolf?!!" He looked from David to May and back again, shaking his head in absolute amazement. "Damn, David, you lucky bastard.." He looked back at May. "And ... you were okay with this?"

May shrugged, and crossed the room to put beers on the table in front of them. "At the time, I thought he was absolutely beautiful. I mean, we'd just finished having sex anyway, I liked the guy a lot, and he didn't try to bite me or anything, I mean, I wasn't afraid of him, in that sense. It all happened so quickly, before I knew it, he was inside me and then.. well. I stopped thinking, I guess, just started reacting." Rob nodded, listening. "Afterwards, well, we had to do a lot of talking and thinking and stuff, of course, but it wasn't ever really a problem. I can't guarantee how other women might react.. but personally, I've always loved that part of David very much." Rob nodded.

"And it doesn't hurt?" May blushed, and David laughed, then Rob blushed too, aware he was treading on sensitive territory, and grabbed the beer May had just placed before him, taking a good long pull to dodge the moment. May stared at David, wondering what was going through his mind, then turned back to concentrate on food. David and Rob began talking about work, a welcome change of subject, and May tuned them out, her mind running through some things David had once said to her, wondering what his intentions were.

***

It was the first weekend they were together - He was holding her, questioning her gently as to what she wanted, his cock twitching between them at her answers. David's fingers were stroking her clit, encouraging her to answer from her lust, not from her brain, and she did, trusting him as she'd always trusted him. "Other people too? at the same time, even?" he asked, and she nodded, not thinking through the implications of her reaction, her thighs clamping onto his hand as her body reacted to the thought of multiple partners at the same time, hands from different people caressing her body, no thought, no shame, just lust and sex...

***

She turned and looked at David, her heart thudding in her chest. He looked back at her, listening to his brother telling him enthusiastically about some obscure point of law, his hands gesturing wildly with his passion. May shifted her gaze to Rob, then looked back at David, deliberately, then raised an eyebrow. David caught her meaning, her unspoken question, and nodded. May gripped the edge of counter behind her, biting her lip. David continued to gaze at her, then his eyebrow arched in question, and May nodded, looking down. She would do it, for him. Whether Rob wanted to was something else, of course..

Still, nothing else was about to happen right that second and dinner still had to be cooked, and served. May worked automatically, her body responding without thinking about what she was doing, her thoughts all about what was to happen that night. Her belly tensed. If she was honest with herself.. and she always tried to be.. then she would admit that the sheer thought of being with Rob was arousing, but being with them both was almost unbearable. And the thought of being with them as wolves.. her knees nearly buckled with the force of arousal that slammed through her, the knife clattering from her hand to the worktop as she braced herself upright. Then she felt hands sliding around her waist, a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck.

"Relax, sweetheart.. nothing will happen yet.." He whispered in her ear, and she nodded, trying to focus on getting dinner sorted out, while David took Rob upstairs to get him settled in and unpack their suitcases. Her heart calmed down and she put some music on, singing softly along with it as she worked, happily, as the kitchen began to fill with delicious smells from the cooking food.

***

Later, when dinner had been eaten and far too much wine was drunk, all three were relaxing in the living room, chatting about nonsense things. The fire was lit against the cold, Jake was fed and asleep in front of it, where he loved to lie, wuffing softly as he chased rabbits in his sleep. All three were completely relaxed and at ease with each other, and very much feeling the effects of the alcohol they'd drunk, when David stood up to go to the bathroom, leaving Rob and May alone.

May smiled up at Rob on the sofa from her position on the floor, where she was sitting, leaning against the sofa, as they reached a lull in the conversation, and Rob stared at his glass of wine, idly tracing the water trails that had condensed around the outside of the glass with his finger. He seemed to gather his courage up and looked at May.

"May?", he asked, tentatively. May smiled, encouragingly. "May I ask a question?" She nodded, and he continued. "When you and David .. When he was wolf.. How did it feel? Really?" She smiled, her memories reminding her of just how wonderful it felt.

"I could tell you.. I mean.. it feels wonderful, I love being.. " her voice trailed off as she thought of something. "Have you ever been aroused as a wolf?" Rob shook his head. "Then you wouldn't know. Wolves share their physiology with dogs.. Which means the penis is.. Well. There's a bone in the middle of it for starters, which keeps it stiff, rather than the blood engorgement that human men have.. and a knot at the base of the penis." Rob's eyes got very round as she talked, listening intently. "The knot is like a swelling - when a normal wolf or a dog is aroused, and he penetrates a bitch, the knot goes in as well, swells up, and locks them together for a while. Helps to ensure his sperm has a good chance of getting with the egg, I suppose... David swells up like that too though, and its partly that that feels so wonderful. I feel so stretched and full, its not something I can really explain."

Rob suddenly sat forward a little, trying to hide his response to May's words. He could imagine it, in his mind, how it would feel, and he longed to reach out and pull May to him, to experience what David had, but he couldn't - how could he do that to his brother? He stared at the glass of wine in his hand, trying to still his heart and get his mind off his beautiful, tempting sister in law, then jumped as her hand closed around his, and removed the glass from his hand.

"You're going to break the glass if you're not careful," May said, as she knelt before him, placing both her glass and his on the table, then turned to reach up to cup his cheek gently with her hand. "I know you want to experience what David has.." Rob's eyes jerked guiltily to hers, a denial ready on his lips, before she held a finger against his lips to shush him. "I know, Rob. So does David." and she leaned forward to kiss him, her lips soft against his, her body brushing his thighs as she rose, perching on the edge of the sofa next to him, almost facing him. His hands tightened around her arms, torn as to whether to pull her to him or push her away, then, with a groan, he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, lustily, the urges in his body overriding his concerns about what he was doing. She moaned, her soft body accepting the violence of his lust, her arousal spinning up to meet and match his own, her hands sliding around his chest to grip his back. He sat back on the couch, pulling her up and over his thighs, so she straddled him. He broke the kiss, looking at her, his hands releasing her arms and reaching to cup her breasts, rubbing the suddenly taut nipples through her blouse and bra.

Then the knowledge of what he was doing flooded through his brain and he stiffened, looking at her with guilt in his eyes. "May, I'm sorry.. don't tell David.. I'll never do this again.. " He stammered, trying to think how best to rescue the situation, then a voice cut through the tension in the room.

"David already knows." He smiled at his little brother as he crossed the room to sit next to them, kissing May tenderly on the way past. "And David doesn't mind in the slightest", He continued. "In fact, David would like it very much if you continued. And I'm pretty sure May would too." He smiled at them both, May smiling back, completely relaxed, while Rob continued to stare at him.

"You.. You.. WANT me to carry on? You're not angry with me?" David shook his head and nodded at May, who began to undo the buttons on her blouse, smiling at both of them. Her earlier uncertainty was gone, and all she wanted now was to feel them both inside her - and her earlier fears that Rob might not want her had been well and truly put to rest. She slipped her blouse from her arms, letting the soft cotton pool on the floor next to them, while David reached out, lifted his brother's hand up to May's breast, cupping it, smiling at his brother all the time. Rob didn't need a second invitation. He pulled May to him again, kissing her, deeply, his other hand coming around to squeeze her bottom and pull her against him to feel the heat emanating from his groin.

David reached around and undid May's bra, then stood, and started to remove his clothes. He might be moving fast, but he was also sure about what they all wanted.. and he knew the time was near. He loved his little brother, and wanted him to experience what he had - the sheer, incredible joy of mating while wolf - so that one day, he hoped, Rob could experience it with his own wife. He leaned down and kissed May's neck, and she shuddered. He grinned inwardly, he knew the effect he had on his wife and he loved it, every single little bit of it.

For May, it was the little things that made her feel so wanton. Being kissed by a man.. while her husband kissed her on the nape of her neck. Rocking against her brother-in-law's hard, hot cock, her clit throbbing against him, while her husband watched. She threw her head back, moaning as she watched David disrobe, then pulled away from Rob to do the same. Her clothes were suddenly too confining.. she needed to be naked, to be completely available to them both. Her skirt hit the sofa, underwear following soon after, then she turned to David and kissed him deeply, David's hand sliding around to cup her bottom and pull her to him in a gesture as old as time.

Rob sat on the sofa, still a little uncertain as to whether to join them or leave. He knew what he wanted, but he was also so painfully aware of the risks of messing up - and hurting two people he loved very very much. He was harder than he'd been for a very very long time - almost painfully so - but all he could think about was what David had told him earlier, about turning wolf and taking her, experiencing what he never in a million years ever thought he would experience. He knew the sacrifice his brother was making and he gulped, aware, suddenly, of the depth of love that David was showing him.. and he silently vowed under his breath, never to hurt either of them. He stood, and like them, stripped, then stepped up to them and held them both tightly, for a moment, shaken by the depth of his emotions.

David smiles, holding his brother tightly for a moment, then stepped back. "Rob, why don't you lie down?" Rob nodded, visibly gathered himself together and lay down, his hard cock bobbing as he moved. May knelt next to him, leaning over him to kiss him, gently, at first, then passionately, allowing the lust of earlier to come to the fore once more in them both. Her hand slid down his body to his cock, stroked up to the head, then down once more, gently cupping his balls with her spare hand. She left his lips and moved downwards, lying next to Rob, encouraging him to turn to face her. Her mouth opened, she licked her lips, then slid his cock in - her tongue caressing the velvet steel, her mouth and throat opening wide, taking him in deeper and deeper, her hands reaching around his bottom to pull him deeply into her. She heard a groan, a deep, disbelieving groan, and she knew he was watching her take him all the way in, his cock sliding down her throat. She hummed gently under her breath, knowing the vibrations would feel good around him, holding him in her throat for a moment, then pulling back to caress the head with her tongue.

At this point, she felt Rob pull her to him, and part her legs. She felt, rather than saw, movement behind her - David kneeling next to them, and before she knew it, both brothers were licking her - Rob at the front, David at the rear. David held her butt cheeks open, lavishing tongue strokes over her ass, and she whimpered into Rob's cock, feeling uncontrollable lust and passion rising within her body. a finger slid into her ass, prompting a squeal of surprise, followed by another deep, satisfied moan - then fingers, more of them, in her cunt, in her ass, filling her, stretching her. She knew David was showing Rob what she liked - all she could do was to lie there, on her side, one leg in the air, while she sucked eagerly on the cock in her mouth.

Then he was pulling away, and their hands left her body. She looked at them, and David once more took control. "Ride him, May," he ordered, and she nodded, getting to her feet. She straddled Rob, looking down at him, his cock ready for her to slide onto, to take deeply into her body. She looked at her husband, love and gratitude in her eyes for allowing her to do this, then she squatted, knees splayed, fingers parting her cunt lips so that Rob's cock could slide straight into her. As she felt the head slide inside her, she reached backwards, supporting herself on her hands behind her, pushing down harder onto the cock inside her, her parted legs showing everything to the two lustful men watching. She gyrated on him, beginning to rise and fall, Rob's hands coming up to hold her hips, to control her movements with a deep, satisfied groan.

David stood. He wanted his wife's mouth - straddling his brother, he reached for the back of her head, fingers entwined in her hair, and held the head of his cock to her mouth. Instinctively she opened her mouth, knowing what he wanted, breathing out as he slid his cock deeply into her, then beginning a fast stroking movement, holding her head exactly as he wanted. May loved it when he did this - she felt totally used, wanton and slutty, and he never did it often enough for her liking. She began to wonder if he'd come in her mouth, but with a shout of frustrated control David ripped himself from her mouth, and backed away, panting. He didn't want this to end yet, and her mouth was just too good..

May smiled. She knew what that did to him, and was surprised he'd manage to regain control. She looked down at Rob, and bent forwards to kiss him, sliding down deeper onto his cock as she did, so it was nudging her cervix. She loved that, that sensation of pain/pleasure that she got from being nudged deep inside, just as she loved it when she was fisted. She lay on his chest for a few moments, hearing David moving around, and then felt her butt cheeks parted. She drew a deep breath. She knew what was coming next, she knew her body could handle it, but it was still new territory for her. David straddled Rob, his body hugging hers, feeling his cock between her butt cheeks, but to her surprise, he didn't nudge against her asshole.. instead, he pulled her hips upwards a little, so that her cunt was a little more reachable, set the head of his cock to the entrance of her cunt, then began to push into her.

Rob gasped. In all this, he'd never once thought he might end up screwing his brother's wife, let alone doing DP with her and his brother.. but THIS? To feel his brother's cock against his own, like this, was so extreme, it felt like incest.. hell, it almost WAS incest. But although he'd never had any sexual thoughts about his brother - or his sister - his cock almost throbbed in response to this, loving the feel of his brother's cock sliding against his within May's wet warmth, held his breath until his brother slid home, and he could feel the head of his brother's cock against his own as David buried himself deeply within her.

May threw her head back, groaning. This had stretched her deeper than she'd been stretched in a long, long time, and she was so.. so close. She needed to come, and come badly, her body taut with the tension. Then she squeezed her internal muscles around the two cocks within her, and her husband and brother-in-law moaned passionately, simultaneously, both of them feeling that wonderful pressure. She gyrated her hips a little, testing the bounds of penetration, and they all groaned again.

All movements were emphasised, bringing such deep pleasure to them both, that David knew it would not be long before they both came, and he wanted to take her ass too, before they were done for the night. He pulled back, Rob pulling back with him. He grinned at his brother over May's shoulder, the two of them reading minds almost, working together as they'd done all their lives, whether professionally or as kids, playing football. They pulled out almost to the entrance, waited a beat, then slid smoothly straight back into her, generating a loud cry from May. Rob grinned back, this time, he slid out of her, but David didn't, both of them almost shuddering with the overpowering sensation as their cocks dragged against each other within May. Just as he almost reached the entrance and began to stroke back inside, David began his withdrawl, all three moaning loudly at the different movements. May began to whimper, whispering "fuck.. fuck.." before moaning aloud "I'm gonna come!" The two brothers looked at each other and nodded, both of them slamming deeply into her, as hard and fast as they could.

May felt them slam into her and before she knew it, her body was reacting, pleasure erupting out of her cunt in waves through her body, her cunt spasming around her lovers. Her head thrown back, she rode the throbbing waves of pleasure, muttering little cries with each pulse of pleasure, till finally the last one left her, and she released all her tension, slumping between their bodies with a lazy, contented smile on her face. She half-turned to kiss her husband over her shoulder, then kissed her brother-in-law, murmuring a thank you under her breath.

Rob and David smiled at each other, a little abashed at the memory of their intense feelings, but both still very hard, very aroused. David nibbled at May's shoulder, then began to pull out of her. He wanted her ass, her gorgeous, tight ass. May moaned a little as he shifted backwards, then realised they'd not come, and she pulled herself together, gripping Rob as David slid out of her. Rob groaned anew, and held her hips, warningly. he bit his lower lip - he didn't want to come yet, he was loving this far too much. Then he felt pressure again, and realised David was reentering May.

David had shifted a little, pressing the head of his cock against May's ass, pressing against her tightness, feeling it slowly give way against the invasion, and then he was in her, her ass open to him, and he surged home with a cry of triumph. He gripped her shoulder with one hand, his other reaching for her mouth, sliding fingers into her mouth as he took his wife, her ass tighter than usual because of his brother's cock in her cunt. He began to thrust in and out of her, Rob joining him, both throwing themselves into this with abandon, when suddenly May shifted, just as David was on the outstroke, and when he slid in for the instroke.. he realised he was re-entering the wrong hole. He was next to Rob, once more, with that insane, intense pressure and it was too much, he had to come, both of them did. He pumped a few more times, then slammed deeply into May, just as Rob did, pleasure overpowering him, his cock throbbing against Rob's as spurt after spurt of come pulsed out of him, feeling the same spurting from Rob's cock, deep within the body of his wife, before he slumped over her, complete and total lethargy overcoming him.

It was a few moments before he could move, but when he could, he gently pulled out of her, kissing her on the nape of her neck, collapsing next to them. He looked across at May, who was simply sitting there in blissful relaxation, and his brother, who was lying next to him, his eyes closed. He reached across and ruffled Rob's hair, smiling as Rob opened his eyes to gaze at him.

"You okay?" David asked, and Rob nodded in response.

"Just ... you know." David nodded. he knew. Then May groaned a little, and lifted herself off Rob, to the floor next to them, where she leaned over to kiss first David, then Rob, and snuggled herself between them happily. Rob turned onto his side, cuddling into her, and all three drifted off into a pleasant doze.

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It was an hour later when David woke up, feeling a little chilled. He looked across to see the fire had died down some, and got up to replace the wood and stoke the fire up a little, then got drinks for all three of them. When he got back, he put the tray on the nearest coffee table, then sat on the sofa next to Rob and May, and looked across to see Rob watching him.

"Something on your mind?" He asked. Rob shrugged.

"A lot to think about, is all." he said. David raised an eyebrow, inviting him to share, and Rob sighed. "I had resigned myself to either a life alone or lying to the woman I loved, but now.. I don't know. I mean.. now I know its possible, I look at what you and May have.. and it seems so daunting, the prospect of finding a lady like May, you know?" David nodded, listening. "And even if I find one who won't run screaming at the thought of .. you know, the change.. to find one that will allow me to experience what you two have.. it just seems so much to ask for. And I doubt very much if I'll ever experience the glory of sex while I'm changed. May is just.. one in a million. a billion, even." He sighed again, heavily.

David listened, his heart going out to his little brother. They'd always been close, far closer than the rest of their siblings, who didn't have the wolf-change foisted on them every Autumn, and their father would never discuss it with them after the initial warning. David doubted very much that their father had ever allowed himself to even discuss it with their mother, let alone actually have sex with her while changed.

"I can.. Rob.. May might consent.. " His voice tailed off. He couldn't ask this of May, could he? Was it really so different to what they'd just done? He looked down at his wife, still seemingly dozing on the floor next to Rob, and sighed. "You'd have to ask her. I'm cool with it, in fact, I'd like to - to see it from a human perspective, rather than the wolf perspective, would be interesting for me... but its down to her." Rob looked up at him, his eyes almost unreadable in the firelight.

"I can't, David. Its more than I have any right to ask her, to ask either of you. Even THIS is more than you should've given. its a gift I will always cherish, but to ask that of her...I can't. I just can't." David nodded, understanding. It took a great deal to accept someone as such, and he was still amazed May had done so with such apparent ease. It took great courage to even expose oneself that way - even though May already knew what both David and Rob were, it would still be hard for Rob.

But May wasn't asleep.

"You don't have to ask, Rob," she quietly said, opening her eyes to look up at him. "If its okay with you, David.. I mean.. it's no different to what we've just done." Unknowingly her thoughts echoed David's of a moment ago, and he smiled at her, then watched as she reached up to touch Rob's face, tenderly stroking his cheek. "It would be a pleasure to do this for you.. a real pleasure.", she said.

Rob smiled back at her, and sighed softly, tension draining from his body. He reached out to pull May to him, holding her tightly for a moment, then pulled his brother in too - almost shaking with the force of his emotions, the acceptance he'd received from them both. Then he pulled back, and asked when.

"Tonight?", David suggested. "I mean, it is time, but its early enough that I think I can remain in control if I stay out of the moonlight - another time I might not be able to, and then May would have two wolves to deal with..." He grinned at his wife, wondering in the back of his mind what she would do if faced with such a situation, but he suspected he knew, from the smile and twinkle he was seeing in her eyes!

"I can try," Rob replied, not at all sure he'd change, and looked at May, who simply nodded, and Rob got up, to go over to the window. He stopped before he stepped into the moonlight, looking back at David and May, and just whispered a simple "thank you", knowing they'd understand. Then he took a deep breath and walked into the puddle of silvery light shining through the window.

David stared in absolute fascination. He'd never seen Rob change, not since the first time, when they were both boys, but it was different watching a fully grown man. The hair grew first, then the muscles bulged. Rob was facing away from them, so he couldn't see the shift in facial features, but it was clear that he was changing. He looked down at May, to see a familiar smile on her face - one of love, but also of lust, watching his little brother shift, before she looked up at him, and he was caught anew by the joy and wonder of her love, her acceptance of his wolfy self. "I love you", he whispered, then patted her bottom, sending her towards Rob. May smiled again, whispered "me too!" and walked across the room to Rob, her hand resting on his arm, sliding up to his shoulder as she walked around him to see him all, just as he finished changing. There was a gentle growl from Rob.

David caught his breath as the wolf's paw reached up to stroke May's face, aware of the lethality of those claws - as lethal as his own, but the claws remained sheathed, and May closed her eyes and sank to the ground. She knelt, bottom in the air, knees spread in a way that made David's groin throb, aching to be behind her, guiding his own cock into her depths, but he knew had to stay put. Rob's snout sniffed between her spread legs, then a long, rough tongue lapped her cunt lips, between them, tasting her saltiness, the cum from them both, encouraging a low, longing moan from May.

Then Rob turned in profile, and David could see, for the first with human eyes, what wolf arousal was like. The long, red cock, with a sharp point, that looked so normal to him when he was wolf, now looked fascinatingly alien, reaching out of the sheath it normally hid in - and he caught his breath again, in amazement that May could take all of that.. and, he supposed, all of him, too. He watched as Rob reared up over May, mounting her, his cock presenting itself at just the right spot, instinctively, driving home into her, and both May and Rob let out their own cries at the joy of connection - her moans accompanied by a wolfy howl from him.

His body began to stiffen as he watched his wife being thoroughly taken by his brother, hearing May's whimpers and moans, watching Rob's hips pumping in and out of May, knowing that soon they'd be tying together... David simply couldn't bear it any longer. Despite his earlier statement, of intending to remain in human form throughout, he could deny himself no more: he had to be in wolf form, to be with May himself. He strode forward, feeling his body shift as he reached the puddle of light that Rob and May were bathed in, his arousal shifting with him. He bent before his wife, looking at his wolf brother over May's shoulder, the cold, calculating, alpha male part of him noting that Rob's frantic thrusts had slowed, and that meant they'd tied. He reared over May's head, presenting his cock to her sweet mouth, then gasping as her warmth and wetness enveloped the head, taking him in, feeling his cock slide down her throat, the warmth and pulsating of her breathing surrounding him. He growled, then kept himself still but for tiny thrusting movements in and out of May's mouth, exerting all the self control he had not to completely lose it and thrust as wildly as he knew he could.

May groaned around the cock filling her mouth and throat. Her husband towered above her, surrounding her, almost, her nose pressed into his tummy, the furry sheath at her lips as she sucked eagerly on him, her throat humming around his cock with the vibrations from her voice box. Her cunt was full with pulsating cock too, the knot had slipped inside her and was swelling to its customary size, stretching her as she loved to be stretched, Rob still lightly pressing in and out, pushing her onto David's cock. She was so close to coming she could almost taste it - then she knew - it wasn't that, but David she could taste, cumming as wolves always came, continuously, his cock pumping the thin fluid down her throat into her stomach. She groaned again, feeling her cunt and womb filling with the cum from Rob, humping her body back onto his knot, grinding her g-spot against him and then - she exploded, crying out around David's cock, her body shuddering within the confines created by the two wolves above her, knowing she'd never have another experience like this... that none of them would ever have another experience like this....

Sleeping Beauty

2009-01-27T16:07:00.002Z

Not been very well the last week or so. I've been quite knocked off my feet by some kind of bug, which has sapped me of energy and left me needing a ridiculous amount of sleep - often 10 hours a night or more. Along with this has been a total loss of sex drive, not wanting to write, to masturbate, to do anything sex related. I've struggled to get anything done really, even stuff I usually have to do, like cook meals and so on.

I've started to feel a bit better, the last few days though, and with that, my sex drive is slowly returning. I masturbated last night (with permission, of course), for the first time in a week, and my interest in my other hobbies is returning as well.

I'm working on more stories in my head at the moment, thrashing out some of the details. With a bit of luck I'll be in a position in a few days to put fingers to keyboard and write them out. Watch this space though!

The other thing that passed, yesterday, is the deadline for the anti-porn law (CJIB) in the UK. What this basically means is that certain types of extreme pornography is now illegal to download or view in the UK. Proponents of the law would have you believe its only the "really sick" stuff that's illegal; not so. The way the law has been phrased means that no one is really sure exactly what is illegal now, its for the police and a jury to decide, and more to the point, its now illegal to take pictures of legal acts. That's right: you can mock play hold a knife to your partner's throat, or mock strangle her in sex, and its perfectly legal: take a photo of it and share it, and you're damned. The sole exception to this is for the person in the photograph to have the photograph: they know they're alive and its not showing a dead body, you see. (and if it hadn't been for Baroness Miller putting that exception in, we'd have the ridiculous situation where even that wouldn't be permitted).

What this means is that we all have to be careful, at least until the first few cases reach court and it becomes clear just how badly this law has been written. More information can be found here, at Backlash, the Backlash Wiki, at CAAN, The Register's viewpoint on the law (written by John Ozimek), and a piece at Heresy Corner as to why it's such a bad law. Make sure you wipe your history on a regular basis, don't keep bookmarks of dodgy sites, and most of all, don't keep images on your hard drive that you're not sure about. There are other guides around to how to be safe too.

handheld massager - report

2009-01-19T13:59:00.003Z

Short review : does this work as a vibrator? HELL, YES.

*chortles*

Long review : it takes a bit of getting used to. The head of the massager is bigger than the average vibrator, and even the first setting is very intense. I tried it initially with the smooth bumped head, which got me good and aroused, then finished off with the knobbly head. At the end, this was so intense, the vibrations were almost painful, I had to pull it away from my clit in order to finish coming (god help me if Master takes it in to his head to tie me down and use it for forced orgasms.. *whimpers*). It didn't take long to come, either - about 4 minutes, flat. From total non-sexy, cold state, to nirvana.. 4 minutes. Too fast, almost.

I can see this being useful for forced orgasms. I can see it being useful for those moments when you need to come and nothing else is quite doing it. I can see it being useful when you just want an orgasm in order to relax, shut down, and get some sleep. But I can't see it replacing a regular vibrator completely, I know I felt empty (I didn't have anything inside me last night) without having anything inside me, and it was so fast, I didn't feel.. I don't know. Loved. Spoiled. It saw to my needs, kind of, no more. Perfunctory.

Worth it? For £7.41 - yes. If nothing else, I tried it for the manufacturer's intended purpose (i.e. as a back massager) and it does feel lovely for that - I'm looking forward to using the infrared part next time I have a sore back - and its useful as a backup, and as a torture instrument. But I would recommend other things before this, if you only had £50 to spend, say, on sex toys...

Handheld Massager

2009-01-18T21:49:00.003Z

If you're in the UK and near a Lidl, you may want to check it out. They're selling a handheld infrared massager, which feels very very nice against the skin, particularly against the clitoris.. LOL. NOT suitable for internal use (the instructions caution against getting wet), it comes with various attachments which I am so looking forward to trying out, although it does also say not to use for longer than 20 minutes at one time. (in all honesty, the buzzing on the lowest setting is strong enough that 20 minutes would have me screaming for mercy).

We've had a little try - through underwear - and i can tell it works, but haven't yet had an orgasm with one (that's for tonight). And best of all? the price: £7.41. Not bad, not bad at all.. I'll give a proper report tomorrow morning..

International Fetish Day

2009-01-15T16:55:00.004Z

Tomorrow (16th January 2009) is International Fetish Day - a day to celebrate all things kinky! Whether you just like a bit of slap n tickle with a scarf in the bedroom, or your thang is deep bondage or extreme SM, or you like to out and out swing, baby! - tomorrow is for you!

Be a part of it by wearing something purple - anything, a tie, a scarf, headband, entire outfit, gloves.. doesn't really matter what. Look around and see how many people are wearing purple and wonder whether they too are celebrating via the "Perverts wear Purple" day.. I know I'll be wearing purple!

Edit: on the day, I wasn't feeling that great, and frankly the weather wasn't that warm. I was wearing a purple top (see picture), but with the weather as it was, I wasn't about to remove my coat!!! So to advertise my perviness, I settled for distinctly non-pervy very sensible purple legwarmers. Not the most attractive thing ever, but hey, it was purple!!!

angrysex

2009-01-11T20:10:00.004Z

I'd been a bitch today.

Somewhat justified, sure. Some kids had been causing trouble outside our home this morning, waking us up, and which is part of a longer, ongoing tale (which I'm not going to put here). But I got angry, with them, and I stayed angry when Master went back to bed. 4 hours later, he got up, and I was still angry.

And more to the point, being a bitch.

It finally got to the point where he grabbed me, kissed me, deeply, in a way that always makes my breath and world stop, and told me to shut up. That he wasn't interested. And walked off into the bedroom. I followed, and said, "give me another one of those and I'll stop being angry." He looked at me sceptically. "Because," I explained, "when you kiss me like that everything just goes away except the kiss. I stop thinking."

He considered my words, reached up to grab me by the neck, pulled me to him, then kissed me again.

Like he did before.

A deep, hungry, passionately angry kiss, open mouthed, an invading tongue, squeezing my neck. The kind of kiss that demanded surrender, demanded I give up my anger, demanded softness where he was hard.

He threw me on the bed, pulled me onto my front. Spanked my ass to a lovely cherry red colour, in between stopping to ask me who I was, who I belonged to, what was I not to do, who was he - all primal questions that drag primal responses from me, while I wriggled, tried not to be spanked, or nipple pinched, squealing and moaning with each slap and pinch, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter with each spank, hotter with each pinch.

He kissed me again, holding me down as he plundered my mouth. A hand cupped my pussy, ground against it. kisses turned deeper, more passionate than angry. Then, shockingly, he slapped me. Across the face.

I gasped, a jolt of arousal spearing me, rendering me incapable of any response but - 'again!'. 'more!'

And he did. Again. And again. My body responding to his control, to his wishes, no longer really thinking, just being, doing. Slave to his Domination, accepting his control of me, surrendering. Softness to his hardness. We're all about contrasts.

Clothes get ripped off. My glasses flung to the side. He enters me, roughly, bottoming out almost straight away. I love/hate it when he does that. The exquisite pain as he knocks my cervix, the answering jolt of pleasure. My legs spread wide, as he thrusts inside me, roughly, passionately, still slapping my face every so often.

"Who are you?" he demands.

"Master!" I gasp.

Again and again he demands it, slapping my face each time. Each time my brain struggles to think, and its almost not my brain that responds, but some instinctive basic part of me instead. I'm so aroused, I haven't been this aroused in a long time. But then, I've never had my face slapped like this before either - I had no idea I would react so primevally, so strongly.

"Do you want to come?" He growls at me. "DO YOU?"

"Yes! Master!", and he nods, our code for his permission. It takes me a few more strokes to be there, squeezing my pelvic floor muscles. Gripping the duvet, he slaps me a couple more times, and then I'm there, exploding, body shuddering as the pleasure flows from tip to toe.

And then, as he wraps his arms around me, holding me, I burst into tears. Not because of the slapping, but because of the release of tension, of anger. The love that enables us to express these emotions in such a way. His acceptance of my needs, my acceptance of his. He pulls out of me, shifts to one side, and cuddles me as I sob, whispering how sorry I am, sorry for crying, sorry for being a bitch. He just whispered back to me that he loved me.

And I am. Beloved, that is.

And no longer a bitch.

kyle

2009-01-10T17:12:00.006Z

This small story has been prompted by reading some stories written by Kaia. I admired her writing, and in discussing some problems with her, she challenged me to write this. Its a what-if fanfic set in the Terminator universe, before John Connor gave him Sarah's picture, before he agreed to travel backwards in time.

She slammed against the filthy, slimy wall. Hands groping her body, pulling clothing away from her skin. Her hands just as busy, touching his hard, sinewy body, both of them breathing raggedly as lust overtook them, kissing deeply and passionately. They were in a small corridor, branching off from the main complex. It was damp, dirty, choked with dust - as everything was - the dust that filled the air, the ashes of what was once thousands of people. Periodically loud booms shook the ceiling, releasing more dust. They both ignored it: young, living with death every day, lust was everything right now, but still a sense of preservation pervaded them, an instinct that never, in these days, left them for one moment, even when asleep.

He broke the kiss a moment, his head listening. She froze, waited for his reactions. If she'd been with anyone else, she'd have been running now, running for safety, away from the terminators, the machines. But him, she trusted. She'd watched him, his soft voice masking a steely interior. She'd breathed a sigh of relief each time he'd come back from patrols, John at the door to welcome them back, to congratulate them on a job well done. He seemed invulnerable, something about him engendering an attitude of capability, of self-assurance and reliance.

She'd found him in the corridor, staring at the wall, blankly. So many of them these days were like this; blank on the higher emotions, the base ones ruling prime. hunger. thirst. tiredness. lust. Not love - no one dared love, these days, not when that love was liable to be ripped from you any moment by the machines. Lust was all anyone dared do, and it was lust that had brought her here, lust for his strong, young body, wanting to feel it beat within hers, as they stole a moment of time from the war against the machines.

He relaxed again, looking at her, being with her once more in this moment they'd carved, rather than being alert. His intense blue eyes gored into her, her body responding instinctively, pulling his hips into hers, hooking a leg around his bottom, reaching for his mouth once more. His fingers squeezed her flesh, powerfully, and she groaned softly into his mouth, the sound barely audible to them. She ground her hips against him, feeling him hard against her, reaching between them to undo his clothing. No sooner was he free than she was pulling him into her. He groaned against her as he felt her envelope him with heat and warmth, his hands gripping her tightly, thrusting her into the wall. She squeezed, the roughness of the wall behind her, the scratches as he ground her into them, only served to enhance her pleasure. He grasped her by her bottom, picking her up completely, and she moved with him, locking her other leg around his hips, feeling herself squeezed between the wall and his equally hard body.

He broke the kiss again, gasping, as she pulled his hair, jerking his head backwards with a sudden savagery. He leaned forward again, biting her neck, as she bit her lip. She was close, now, and so was he, pulling her butt cheeks apart to drive deeper into her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, thudding her head backwards into the wall, arching back, pushing against him, when, suddenly, she crested and tipped over.. spasming around him, feeling him pulsing and coming inside her, a grunt-groan of pleasure in her ear the only sound he made.

They clung to each other for a moment, the bliss of their orgasm fading, then she unhooked her legs from around him and he slowly let her down. Clothing straightened, he gently kissed her, whispered.. "thank you".. and, collecting his weapon, slipped away into the darkness, leaving her to find her way back to her patrol mates.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kyle stood in disbelief, listening to John Connor reading out the list of the daily dead. Her name was on it. The patrol had been returning to base after a quiet one, when they'd stepped out into the path of a HK. She'd died instantaneously, ripped apart by the beam. His only consolation was that he'd seen others die the same way.. enough to know that she'd probably never known what had hit her. His fist clenched, nails digging into his palm. He didn't love her - he barely knew her - but he grieved for the loss of her joy, the loss of her life. He looked up at John to find John looking back at him, the rest of the room empty, a quizzical look on his face. He was determined now, to find something more to do to help the cause. He looked at John.

"John... you know you mentioned..."

The Enchanted Castle - Part III

2009-01-07T14:48:00.006Z

Story codes: MF/beast/magic/fist

Description: Kat returns to the grounds of the enchanted castle for a tryst with a sexy Centaur!

Kat suddenly became aware that the room was darker than it had been when she's started to read the book to her Aunt, and glanced up. Her aunt's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling steadily, fast asleep. Kat rose to her feet, stretched, and glanced out of the window at the lengthening shadows, the afternoon slowly slipping into evening. It was about an hour from sunset. Kat nodded to the agency nurse, kissed her Aunt's forehead goodbye, then slipped out of the door and up to her room. She paused as she closed the door to her sanctuary behind her, then stripped her clothes from her body, sighing in relief at her release from the hot, constricting clothing, and sat on the window seat to brush her long, red hair. As she brushed, she mused over the events of the previous two evenings. It was becoming clear that the statues from the grounds loved to indulge in their senses, and felt little sense of shame or guilt when it came to sex. She loved that attitude, the freedom of it, and given that she was now in her late thirties, with no romantic prospects on the horizon, and that she was stuck here until her Aunt passed on (which she did not begrudge, as her Aunt had all but raised her), she had decided to make the most of whatever liaisions she could get from the statues. She freely admitted to herself that she had needs, and that - frankly - masturbation simply wasn't cutting it any more.

She smiled to herself, enjoying the sensuality of her hair brushing, looking out of the window towards the castle. Her room actually overlooked a portion of the grounds, including the gap in the hedge that she had crept through on the previous two evenings, as well as facing west, the room warm with the orange glow of the setting sun. But what was clear, to herself if no one else, was that her liaision with Leo, and Apollo's understanding and acceptance the previous evening, had released something within herself. She wasn't quite sure what - perhaps the last vestiges of sexual "morality", or chains, but she just lusted, now, accepting her needs and desires without judgement of herself, without guilt or shame.

Her hair brushed, falling loosely around her shoulders in gentle waves, she pulled on a short sundress with spaghetti straps, more for decency with the agency nurse in the house than anything else. She was just reaching out of the window to pull the window to, when the sun dipped behind the horizon.. and then she heard the sound of hoofbeats, getting louder, and paused.

"Ho! Kat!" A great Centaur statue galloped up to the hedge, waving towards the window. Kat leaned out with a sexy smile. She was willing to bet she knew what he wanted! He looked up at her as he reached the hedge. "May we talk?" She nodded, then pulled the window to, and, leaving her room padded softly through the house, out through the back door, and through the garden and hedge that separated her from the Centaur, then, as she exited the hedge, stopped in amusement. She hadn't realised the Centaur was quite so tall - nor so majestic, his strong muscles rippling across his upper chest, before his body changed into the horse, also equally rippled and muscular.

"Oh my!" she said, and the Centaur grinned at her, quite used to her reaction. Even as a statue, during the daytime, he got that reaction, and many children loved to clamber onto his back to play. Kat stepped up to him, her head barely coming up to the middle of his chest (and she wasn't a short woman). She craned her neck to see his head, then thought better of it and stepped backwards in order to see him more easily.

"Good evening, Kat.. I'd heard of your visits from Leo and Hermes and .. well.. I'm afraid on this fine evening I was quite determined to be the first to greet you!" he rumbled, joy and laughter emanating from every pore. Kat laughed, and held a hand up to him.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Great Centaur, but you have me at a disadvantage!"

He blushed, held his hand out to her and rumbled, "Forgetting m'manners, what? My apologies, my dear, the world knows me as Treyvanhailstorm... but people call me Trey." Kat smiled as she shook his hand. She was willing to bet she knew what Trey wanted, although she was a bit unsure about taking on something of his size. However, to be fair, her experience with Leo had shown that external size didn't necessarily mean... She heard a cough and realised she'd drifted off, staring at the statue's massive chest, and blushed, and Trey laughed merrily.

"Although I came to introduce myself, it occurs to me.. would you like a ride? I can take you to a part of the grounds you might not have seen before, if you'd like." He smiled at her, and Kat laughed to herself. She knew he wanted to take her somewhere to have his wicked way with her, and she was willing to go along with the little game.

"I'd like that, Trey - only, you will have me back here for dawn, won't you?" She batted her eyelashes, innocently, and she heard another infectious laughing rumble from the massive chest before her, then he knelt, to enable her to climb onto his back, and he helped her slide her leg over his back and settle herself there before climbing back up to his feet. It was as she was straddling the centaur's back that Kat remembered she wasn't wearing any panties. She fervently hoped they weren't going very far, or her thighs were going to be rubbed redraw from the bareback riding, but she rubbed herself surreptitiously against his spine, her clit tingling from the unusual pressure.

Trey turned his head back to her, and said.. "Any questions?", as he pulled her hands around his body, showing her how to hold onto him once they were underway. Her fingers felt the muscles of his great chest, the abs rippling beneath the skin, and it was all she could do not to groan in arousal, her pussy clenching in response, and she began to feel herself grow a little damp.

"Just one. We're not going too far are we?" she asked, and he laughed once more.

"Never fear, my dear - I would not allow you to develop saddle sores! Now.. we ride!" And with that, he launched his powerful hindmuscles, causing Kat to grip hold of Tray's chest, hanging on for dear life, as the world suddenly seemed to rush past. She could feel his muscles working underneath his skin, between her legs, the vibration thudding through his body and hers as they rode. She laughed with the sheer exuberance of going so fast, the joy of the ride, and Trey's laughter combined with hers, and, gripping the barrel of his lower chest tightly with her legs, she flung out her arms in a great joyful shout of glee, feeling the wind rip past her arms, her hair, then threw back her head and laughed once more with sheer joie de vivre as she wrapped her arms back around his upper chest.

She'd paid no attention to where they were going, except to note that he seemed to round the castle the opposite way to the route she usually took. The lake appeared in the distance, then, as the lake grew nearer, he rounded it, heading for a small copse of trees, and slowed to a walk, enabling Kat to wriggle closer, and rest her head on his shoulderblade, cherishing the closeness of the strong, hard body, with its by now familiar living stone feel. The copse was quiet, secluded, ideal for what she imagined Trey had in mind. She wriggled closer to his chest, feeling her belly tighten, and lust stir within her. Trey looked back at her with a wry, slightly sheepish grin, as if to say, "yep, you got me" then his eyes widened as he felt the heat and wetness of her pussy against his back. Kat reached up to clasp his face between her hands, then pulled him down to kiss her. His strong arms reached around, and, grasping her by the waist, lifted her from his back. He pulled her around and held her to his chest, tightly, her legs coming up and wrapping around his back to help support herself. Then Trey broke the kiss.

"Kat.. I have to warn you.." His voice shook with the strength of his desire, his need, but he had to say this. "I am not exactly.. small." Kat laughed as she looked him up and down, and he laughed back with her a moment, before going on. "No, silly! I mean..." and he tailed off, he could see from her face that she knew exactly what he was talking about. Kat was treated to the most incongruous sight of a statue blushing a faint pink, stumbling over the words, and she smiled, her hands caressing his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Trey, I was teasing", she said, "but.. I assume.. I don't know.. have you actually.. " now it was Kat's turn to stumble as she struggled to find suitable words without being vulgar, "....fit with a human before? or a human sized statue?". She liked Trey, very very much, she liked his humour and strength, although they'd only known each other about 5 minutes, she did trust him, and thought he would probably know best about how well they'd fit together.

"Yes," he rumbled, several times. "Its hard, but it can be done. We use the bench over there." He pointed towards the block of stone that Kat had, at first, missed. She walked over to it, noting the grooves worn in the stone, about the width of a human body apart. It was at just the right height to support her while Trey mounted her, and she swallowed hard, looking at the hooves, realising just how easily he could hurt her.

"I won't say "don't worry", Trey, because I haven't seen how b... " her voice trailed off as he turned so that she could see under his tummy to see for herself. "OH!" she gasped, at the sheer size of it - as long and as thick as her arm, easily, and walked closer to him for a better view. "Well.. it won't be easy. but I'll do what I can," she said, resolutely, then laughed again, as the huge Centaur swiftly turned, and swept Kat off her feet into his arms and kissed her resoundingly, thoroughly, and, at the end of it, a deep lustful passion.

"How can I thank you?" he said, when he came up for air, and Kat smiled wistfully.

"Don't thank me yet. We may not get anywhere. But I'll try." He nodded, and, still holding her, sat her on the edge of the block, and she wriggled, getting comfortable, the stone solid and cool beneath her thighs. "How.. what.. ?" She looked up at him, and he smiled reassuringly.

"I stretch you. Do everything I can to make it easier for you before I mount.. and then.. " Kat nodded. She knew now her body could probably take it - Hermes fisting her had shown her that - and she smiled up at Trey, reassuringly, then wriggled out of her sundress, and lay back, naked on the cool stone. There was a great rumble of arousal from above her, and as she closed her eyes, she felt his hands on her body, stroking, exploring her skin, squeezing her breasts, her nipples. She sighed as she felt a cool mouth suckle her nipple, pull it deep into his mouth, the tip of his tongue stroking the underside, and she shivered as it was released, and the same treatment given to the other. His hands dipped lower to spread her legs, stroking her thighs, as he rolled her nipple between his teeth, nipping gently at her. She moaned, under her breath, then jumped, as he parted her lips and stroked a finger down from her clit, between her lips, towards her ass, his touch almost electrifying her. He slid a couple of fingers into her, hooking them forward and stroking the front wall, and she moaned again, wanting more of him inside her, her hands entwined in his hair, while his mouth continued to ravage her breasts. Trey pulled back then, looking down at her, drinking in the beautiful sight of Kat on the stone bench, legs spread, whimpering with the strength of her passion, her arousal, his hand cupping her pussy.

He slid another finger within her, then another, amazed at how quickly she was stretching out for him. His thumb curled around into his palm, and he began the final push, her body stretching to accept his hand, closing wetly around him like petals folding up for the evening, his fingers curling around his thumb as he slid home within her. They both groaned, and she opened her eyes to see him above her, looking into her eyes, then whimpered, as he began to move his hand. Rotating, pumping, stretching her as best he could, preparing her to receive him. She whimpered, moaned, tried to get closer, away from his hand, finally pulling it into her by grasping him by the wrist and thrusting herself up to him.

At that, he pulled out. There was a wail, a moan of despair - she was that close to orgasm when he pulled out - then an almighty crash as he mounted the stone bench. Kat found herself face to face with this huge cock - which she reached out to hold, barely able to get her hands around it, velvety in texture, softness on the outside, with a hard inner core - she bent her head to kiss it, wanting to know how he tasted, although there was no way she could ever hope to get all of it within her mouth. Her tongue slid into the hole in the tip, feeling the texture, tasting Trey intimately, before a groan from above her and a strangled "hurry!" made her lie back once more, and hold the tip against her body, parting her lips, and taking a deep breath.

And then he began to push.

She reached out, gripping the legs that stood either side of her, bracing herself against them. Her lips were open, around him, her body beginning to stretch once more, to accept him. They groaned, together, as the first little bit slipped in, then, maintaining the pressure against her cunt, he slowly, achingly slowly, ground the rest of the way into her, stopping only when he bottomed out, barely half of his cock inside her.

Kat breathed out with a relieved sigh. He was in her. Trey looked down, between his legs, where he could just see her head, making sure she was okay, wordlessly. She nodded, reassuringly, and he smiled at her, then began to pull back. She groaned as he left her, feeling empty, bereft, then moaned once more as he thrust slowly back into her. Her thighs were wet with her juices, her vagina distended, straining with the effort, but she loved it, she loved being stretched wide, filled so completely. Her vagina, stretching further, found the thrusting easier, and she began to meet his thrusts half way. Trey noticed, his own thrusts picking up speed, both of them vocalising their pleasure eagerly. Kat looked down - more of his cock was going in her now, before bottoming out. she spread her legs wide, sliding her hand down her body to rub furiously at her clit. She wanted to come - she needed to come, and come hard, she wanted to come around this glorious, huge cock that was filling her, rubbing harder and harder, her muscles squeezing tight until suddenly, she was there, she threw her head back and screamed her pleasure aloud, her body spasming violently with the force of her orgasm, her cunt squeezing Trey's cock so hard, that it triggered his orgasm too - a final pump within her, where he drove deeper than he'd ever been in any non-centaur before, and he too threw his head back, his cock pulsing his come deep into Kat's body, filling her womb, her cunt, before he withdrew slightly, his come splurting out of her pussy.

Kat groaned, scooping up some of his come, rubbing it into her body, the cream assuaging the sore, tender tissues, her body protesting against the stretching and battering it had received. Trey slid from the stone, standing over her, and cuddled her gently, lifting her from the stone, holding her against his chest. She snuggled into him, and heard his gentle whisper.

"Thankyou, my dear.... Thankyou." and she simply smiled sexily and fell asleep, childlike, in his arms.

a walk on the wild side part III

2009-01-07T12:59:00.003Z

story codes: MF, beast, rom, anal

Description: May explores sex with the family dog, before David comes home and catches her at it - and the consequences are somewhat stunning for her!

May lay on the sofa, staring out of the window of her home, watching the birds flitting around in the spring sunshine. She should be out there too, perhaps working in the garden, but she had no energy for it, not this year. Last spring it'd been different: David had just moved in, and, full of love, the two of them had worked hard to make her home their home. Now, however, she was alone. David was traveling for work, working far too hard, and she practically never saw him. They not had sex in weeks. She'd not seen the wolf side of him since their second honeymoon the previous October. The rot had set in after Christmas when David's new boss changed David's job description and made it clear that David had to step up to the plate... or lose his job.

Part of her was angry at David. This wasn't what she signed up for! To sleep alone in their bed, sexless, night after night, especially after more than a year of glorious, wonderful sex, both as a human and a wolf. While she consciously knew it wasn't David's fault, she did sort of blame him for not getting another job that would keep him closer to home. It all warred within her, the anger raging back and forth between mentally stomping and shouting.. "its not faiiiiiir!" and "now, May, be sensible, its not like he enjoys all that travelling..".

A tail thumped on the floor next to her. David had bought Jake for her as a companion, after the first few weeks of her being alone except at weekends, when she'd complained that she didn't feel as secure when he wasn't home. Jake, a gorgeous chocolate labrador, looked up at his Mistress with adoring eyes as her hand idly stroked the top of his head. While May loved Jake absolutely to pieces, he wasn't what she needed, what she needed was David, in more ways than one. She was so damn horny - and masturbation, once something she thought she could live her life out doing, now, just didn't seem to cut it any more, not when it was more exciting doing it with David.

"A pity you can't see to giving me sex as well as the security, Jake, that'd serve David right!" May muttered to the dog, knowing he wouldn't understand her, his tail thumping on the floor again as she spoke to him. May lapsed back into stewing over the subject, trying to think what to do, then thinking back to their last tryst, on Christmas day. He'd dressed up as Santa, bringing her a sack full of new sex toys, watching as she opened them, then, as she proceeded to kiss him thankyou for each one, her kisses getting more and more passionate, his cock getting harder and harder with each, till finally, just as she ripped the paper from the last present, he'd grabbed her, thrown her over the back of the sofa, flung her skirt over her back, ripped her panties from her, shoving them in her mouth, and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of her. She'd come, several times, hard, before he'd finally come too, filling her with his hot cum, biting her shoulder and whispering "Happy Christmas" in her ear.

May's hand crept between her legs, thinking about the memory, wishing he was here now to do the same thing. She got up, ripped her panties off, bent over the sofa, flipped her skirt over her head, stuffing them in her mouth, and proceeded to rub her clit, trying to recreate the passion and roughness that was so much a part of their sex life. It succeeded, for a moment, but only a moment, before she was longing for his cock to fill her, and she rested her head on the back of the sofa with a soft, despairing moan.

Then she felt movement on the sofa besides her, and a wet nose squirming between her legs.

"Jake!" May exclaimed, wriggling away, but not before the dog had lapped at her exposed, puffy lips. She shuddered with arousal, but kept moving away. Then she stopped, and looked back at the dog, standing half on the sofa, half off, panting.

"Why shouldn't we, Jake?" May mused aloud. "I mean, if i'm going to get sniffy over sex with a dog, its a bit late, after i've been living with a werewolf for the last 18 months." She thought about it some more, mulling over the consequences in her mind. She knew it was illegal, she knew some thought it was abuse, and it would be, if she'd forced the dog. But this was something Jake wanted, he made the moves. Was it abuse then?

Slowly, as if someon else had taken over her body, she spread her knees again, bending over the back of the sofa, rubbing her clit and lips to expose her scent to the air, and waited to see if Jake would do it again.

He did.

May moaned as the long, firm tongue lapped her clit, her lips, inside her cunt, gathering her juices. The dog knew how to pleasure her - from short laps to long licks from her clit to her ass, it wasn't long before she was shaking with lust... and moreover, getting a little raw from the licking. Then she felt Jake jump up onto the sofa properly, and then onto her, where he tried to mount her.

"Jake!" she exclaimed once more, but this time, she didn't stop him. It wasn't the right angle though, and May quickly realised the sofa wasn't the ideal location for this. She thought a moment, then got down on the floor, and as she moved, she peeked underneath Jake's tummy. His cock was peeking out of the sheath, red, shiny, very different to a man. May shuddered, and bent her head to the rug, her knees spread, a hand between her knees, hoping like hell he'd mount her again. Jake snuffled around her rear end, smelling her arousal, another lap or two, then he reared up, wrapped his front paws around her tummy, and pulled himself into her, the tip of his cock fortunately sliding straight into her cunt. May moaned, her hand coming up to help keep him in place, and Jake began to pump inside her.

His cock felt hot, large, hot, and she was so wet. His tummy fur soft against her back, his weight heavy ontop of her. His claws were sharp, scratching against her tummy, but she ignored that little pain, focusing on the large, stiff cock thrusting inside her, very quickly filling all of her, and this large bump knocking against the entrance to her cunt. She knew from experience with David that that was the knot - and she wanted that! Her hand grasped the other side of it, and pulled it against her - between Jake's thrusting and her pulling, it suddenly popped into her, and she groaned as she felt her body invaded by, stretched by, this large knot of tissue, swelling even bigger now that it was inside her, and Jake stopped pumping, just panting as he lay ontop of her.

She squeezed her cunt muscles around him, feeling her cunt filling with warm fluid, the entrance to her pussy locked tight by that knot, filled and stretched by him. Her hand moved of its own volition to her clit, where she began to rub furiously, not very far from her orgasm, but needing to come and to come hard.. Jake thrusted a few more times, his knot still swelling, when she bucked, her cunt muscles locking down on Jake's cock, pulsating around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure thrilling through her body, gasping as each little wave peaked and burst within her.

Then it was over, and she rested her head on the floor. Jake was still locked within her, and she knew she had to wait for the knot to go down.

"So this is what you get up to when I'm not here." A voice, sardonic voice, came from the door, and May jerked her head around to look at David, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, staring at them. Jake's tail wagged happily, but he didn't move either.

"David! I, um, um.." May's voice trailed off. There really was nothing she could say, and she just slumped her head back to the floor, dreading the consequences of her moment of lust. She didn't dare look at him any more. She didn't want to see the disgust that must be there, the pity that she'd been driven to do something like this. She didn't want to see the anger that must surely be there, betrayal that she'd turned to something else. Footsteps crossed the room, and she felt a hand on her head, stroking her hair.

"Its okay, May. I understand." She dared to look up at him, through the curtain of her hair hanging over her face, and felt Jake wagging his tail once more as he leaned over and licked his Master in a hello greeting. Then the knot, reduced enough to disengage, popped free, and with a wriggle, Jake slid off her. He sloped over to his bed, then lay down and began to lick his cock, while May still knelt there, juices pouring down her legs. She was too weak, too shocked to move just yet, but she felt David shifting next to her. Her head on the floor, still, her knees still spread, her clit and pussy still pulsing a little with the aftershocks. Then she jumped and gasped, as David slid a finger between her lips.

"Mmm. so wet. Is this all you, or did Jake come too?" he said, a voice filled with amusement.

"Um. Jake came too." May answered, wondering what the hell David was going to do. She found out, very quickly.

"I'm not cross with you, you know, May, not for this. I kinda hoped this would happen, to be honest." Her head shot around, looking over her shoulder, to look at him. He WHAT? Her face must have showed the disbelief. "Its the next step, after all, I mean, if you can take me as a wolf..." His fingers began to rub her clit, and she moaned, unable to help herself, then felt his hard cock pushing between her lips, filling her soaking wet pussy. He thrust once or twice, then pulled out, and pressed himself to her tight lil ass instead, and she groaned again. They both loved anal, and he leaned over her, as he slid within her, whispered in her ear "just wait till I'm fucking you here as Jake is fucking your cunt", and she shuddered as a wave of incredible lust swept over her at his words, her assmuscles gripping him tightly, and he began to thrust roughly within her. "I want Jake to fuck you here too, in your tight ass, can imagine that knot inside you?" he continued, her cries filling the room as he spoke.

"Such a wanton whore, needing to be fucked by me and my dog," he said, and she shuddered again, his hand sliding down over her tummy and between her legs, rubbing her clit, fucking her tight ass furiously. She was so close, so damned close, then he pinched her clit, hard, and she closed her eyes, crying out her pleasure as she came, body exploding with the sheer force of her orgasm, his cries joining hers as he slammed into her ass one last time, his cock spurting deeply, hotly within her.

They tumbled to their sides, May shaking as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, David holding her tightly. His cock remained within her, as they spooned together, and she twisted her head and upper body around to look at him. He gazed at her, smiling softly. "I love you", he whispered, and his cock pulsed within her, and began to pee within her body, "and I'm sorry". She moaned once more, recognising the gift for what it was, feeling her ass filled with his warm urine. "I love you too", she whispered back, used, satiated, his pet once more.

Ache

2009-01-05T00:32:00.006Z

Description: A woman struggles to obey a command.
Codes: F, D/s, rom

The chocolate sat before her on the table.

One piece, just one, small piece. Of course, it wasn't just any chocolate, but the best chocolate known to ..... well, if not mankind, to her, at least. Dark, glossy, sensuous chocolate. She could smell it, that deep, rich velvety chocolatey smell, almost roll the flavour across her tongue. It called out to her, teased her, demanded to be placed on her tongue, the heat of her mouth melting the chocolate, releasing the gorgeous, luxuriant flavour and texture in her mouth. She licked her lips, her eyes never moving from the chocolate piece. There was nothing else in the room, just the chocolate. On a plate, on the table.

And herself. Kneeling.

Not visibly bound in any way, she was free at any point to get up, to move to the door, to escape the call of the small, dark block that sat on a pristine cream plate on the black marble coffee table. The aesthetics were perfect, she had to admit. The chocolate, placed perfectly on the centre of the square cream plate, which was, in turn, placed perfectly on the centre of the table. Quite within reach of her. A perfect beauty, dark glossy brown against the cream, cream against the shiny black. She longed to see the dark glossiness against the cream of her skin, as her fingers grasped the square.

All she had to do was reach out, pluck it from the plate, and put it in her mouth.

Such a simple thing, that anyone, even a child could do. See the chocolate, pick it up, eat it. Its what its there for, mankind the world over knows the wonders of chocolate.

And yet...

For her, such a thing was both possible and impossible. She could not move from the spot, no matter how much she desired to. Her bottom resting against her heels, her muscles screaming, her back aching. And all she could think about, all she could desire, was that brown shiny square, screaming her name from the table before her.

It was hers. It called her. A mirage, it seemed to melt, to grow a finger, to beckon her towards the square. She swayed, but stayed firm. The air was heavy with the scent of it now, with the scent of her as well. She swallowed, hard, again, almost tasting the beautiful glossiness on her tongue. No one would see her if she had it, she could get another square from the kitchen. She'd seen the box, plenty of squares. One would not be missed. Surely?

It began to beat with the rhythm of her heart, the rhythm of her lust. Cho-co-late. Cho-co-late. Duh-duh-duh. Duh-duh-duh. Pulse, pulse, pulse. Thump thump thump. The single word repeated over and over again, her mouth salivating, her nether regions likewise. She could feel her internal muscles squeezing in time to the word. Cho-co-late.

She didn't blink. Her eyes never left the plate. Her hands, resting on her thighs, palms upwards, twitching as though they had a mind of their own. Thumbs touching to her forefinger, middle finger and ring fingers in turn. Cho-co-late. Like a mantra, it sustained her. The ache, the need, consumed her. All she could think about was it.. it and the permission.

She swayed once more, wrestling with the desire from the table in front of her, to the desire in her heart and head to resist. Her hand began to move, of its own volition, and she knew once it lifted from her thigh, she would be lost. She whimpered softly, and clamped her hand back down to her thigh. She would not give in.

She stared at the square, no longer seeing it as an object of desire, but as a thing to defeat, to resist.

And resist, she would.

Time became meaningless, the only indication of its passing was the angle of the sun around the room. Still, she did not move from the spot, despite the fact that there was no one there to see her. Just her, and that square. Cho-co-late. Cho-co-late.

She began to think that square would never be touched. That in years to come it would remain there, perhaps covered by a glass bowl, the room, the table, the plate, the square, a homage to her obduracy and surrender. There was a perfect beauty in that, too, and she trembled, wondering if that was his intention. And with that, the square regained its desire, its perfect beauty, the enemy no more.

She sighed, softly.

And let it go. If she never ate it.. that was alright. If she never tasted the glorious wonder of chocolate again, the way it would melt on her tongue.. that was alright. She offered that up.. the sacrifice. And let it go.

Her body relaxed. No longer fighting the struggle. Just accepting, focusing on the square before her, repeating her mantra, her finger movements. Lost within the determination of her focus, her surrender.

Then, without warning, cutting through the silence, the peace, the acceptance, came a sound, and she twitched, not having heard him enter the room. The word, a single word, the most erotic, beautiful word in the universe. A tear crept down her cheek, and she understood. In surrender, was victory, in sacrifice, was achievement. In submission, she won all.

She reached forward, picked up the square between thumb and forefinger, and placed it on her waiting, aching tongue. Closed her mouth. Shuddered, there, still kneeling, a quiet, whispering moan escaping her throat, her head falling back as her body spasmed with the force of her orgasm. She slid to the floor completely, her body no longer able to hold her up.

And opened her eyes to love, the pride and love of her Master.

The Enchanted Castle - Part II

2009-01-04T15:30:00.000Z

Description: Kat returns to the castle gardens for further adventures with the statues that come alive at night.

Codes: MFM, MMF, anal, beast, magic, DP

The sun dipped behind the hedge, casting the windows of that side of ground floor of the cottage into shadow. Kat looked up from the washing up, a secretive smile on her face. It was time! She kicked her shoes from her feet, her soft, light summer dress swishing around her legs as she did, then padded quietly upstairs to check on her aunt. She was awake, reading, and smiled as she saw her niece enter.

"It's sunset, Kat." Kat smiled back at her aunt.
"Yes. May I go?" Kat needed no permission to leave, but rather permission to leave her aunt alone with the agency nurse, worrying about her, in her final illness.
"Of course, my dear. Go, with my love - and give Apollo a message from me, if you would.." Kat bent to hear her aunt whisper in her ear, nodding her understanding, although not her comprehension at what the message contained.
"I'll tell him, Auntie.. I promise, I'll tell him." Her Aunt's eyes closed, and her breathing slowed, and Kat could tell she was deeply asleep. Kat stroked her hair gently, putting a curl back into place, then, nodding a goodnight to the agency nurse.. fled the house for the gardens.

The sun dipped behind the horizon just as she slipped through the hedge separating her Aunt's garden from the castle grounds. Her bare feet feeling the coolness of the grass, she laughed gleefully in freedom as she ran towards the lake and the Apollo statue. She'd been waiting to see him all afternoon, ever since she'd awoken, sore from the previous night's activities, but blissfully happy. Just as she rounded the bend of the path, and saw the plinth in the distance, she stopped with an "oh!".. for the plinth was empty. Obviously he'd gone elsewhere, and since the grounds were huge, she didn't quite know what to do next. She wandered down to the lake, aimlessly, then sat down on the grass by the lake, watching the huge dinosaur take his nightly bath. She lay back, watching the evening sky change colours, slowly, half deciding to stay there for the time being. And before she knew it, all tired by the lateness of the previous night, she felt her eyelids growing heavy, sliding sleepily shut, and she was gone.

She awoke to a long, dry, raspy tongue rasping over her labia, seperating the lips and just brushing over the tip of her clit. She jumped with the jolt of pleasure, her eyes slamming open to see a large lion standing over her, his head and mane buried between her spread legs.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, trying to close her legs, pushing her dress down, for there was something terribly wrong about an animal licking her most personal parts. The lion lifted his head and looked at her.

"I am sorry, Kat, but I saw you there and I could not resist. I have only ever tasted from the statues around the park, I wanted to taste human. You taste so different, so arousing." Kat stopped trying to push her dress down, a pulse of arousal throbbing from his words.

"You've had sex with other statues? I mean.. non-lion statues?" she asked, trying to understand statue sexual etiquette. The lion threw back his head and laughed.

"of course, ma petite cherie... normal rules do not apply to us statues. We seek relief where we can, wherever we can, even if we have to be somewhat inventive for it. But I have never made love with a human, and I so desire to." Kat nodded, the castle working its magic once more, making the totally preposterous sound entirely reasonable.. and she lay back, spreading her legs.

"Well, Monsieur Lion, or whatever your name is, how could I deny such an ardent wish?" She smiled up at him, and the majestic lion smiled back.

"Leo, naturellement, ma petite cherie", he replied, then bent his head to taste of Kat's pussy once more. She shuddered, his large, dry, rasping tongue almost licking her raw, and she slid her hands between her legs hurridly to pull her lips apart and expose the sweet wetness inside. Another long rasp, another cry of pleasure from Kat as the tongue swept up her juices, flattened against her flesh, rasping over her clit, pushing her so close to the edge with the roughness. Leo seemed to sense she couldn't take much more of his tongue, or she'd be licked raw, so lifted his head and murmured.. "Kat, cherie.. I need you on your knees."

She nodded and weakly flipped over onto her front, pushing her middle up, bracing herself against the ground, her head and chest hugging the grass still, her knees spread to expose her very wet, open, and ready pussy. She didnt look back. This lion was huge and she knew full well if she caught sight of his size, she'd probably back out. All she could do was trust in Leo - she needed to be filled, to be fucked, and he needed to be inside her. She felt him stand over her, his hips coming in to fit snuggly behind her bottom, the tip of his cock resting against her lips, then he began to thrust forward. He felt very very rigid against her, about the size of a human finger, and once he was inside her completely, he stayed there, not moving, just panting hotly against her shoulder. She could feel him pulsing inside her; her pussy filling with warm fluid. She slid her hand down, between her legs, and began to rub her clit, moaning softly, caught up in the sheer wrongness of what she was doing. She felt a little of Leo's cum dribble out over her fingers and she rubbed it into her body, then gasped as Leo shuddered.. and began to withdraw.

His cock seemed to have sprouted spines inside her, and it was physically painful - she suddenly understood why he'd thrust in and stayed there. She whimpered, the pain and pleasure warring within her, rubbing her clit furiously to counteract the pain which felt, so so good and so so bad.. then he was out, and he bent his large head to her pussy once more, licking her clit, her pussy, the juices and his cum, pushing her finger to one side, then, suddenly, the heat, the roughness of his tongue, his cum inside her, the sense of naughtiness... it all culimated and she came, crying out, squirting her own juices onto Leo's tongue. She felt a rumble of pleasure from behind her, as he carried on licking her, till finally she crawled weakly forward, pulling herself off his tongue, and collapsing to the ground.

Leo looked at the exhausted woman, then lay down besides her, his body warmth sheltering her, protecting her as she slept.

Kat awoke once more, and from the evening sky, an hour must have passed. She looked up to see Leo's head above her, then he looked down at her and licked her face in greeting. "welcome back, cherie," he said, then motioned next to her. "You have a friend waiting for you." Kat turned and looked up into the smiling face of Apollo, and she gasped.

"I'm sorry!" she stammered, instinctively feeling that she'd betrayed him, and that he must be filled with horror, if he'd seen her having sex with an .. okay, granted, a statue of, but still, an animal. He laughed, and reached out to stroke her face.

"Kat, my dear, rest easy... We all seek relief with each other." Kat looked at him, disbelievingly almost. "Please trust me, Kat. We do not see humans very often any more, and... well.. time has to be passed." She nodded, then sat up, wincing at the soreness of her parts. Apollo nodded in understanding. "A dip in the lake will help," was all he said, and got to his feet, pulling her to hers.

"And I, for my part, thank you, Kat, cherie, but I require sustenance.. I will see you later, mayhap, cherie?" Kat nodded, and impulsively leaned forward to kiss Leo's nose, and hug his furry mane.

"No, thank you, Leo, for broadening my mind." He smiled, nodded, and set off towards the house, and Apollo reached for Kat's hand. She looked at him.

"You are sure you do not mind?" He looked back, patiently.

"Kat, I do not own you. Just because I was the first statue.. does not mean I have any rights to you. I like you very much, but if you were never to make love with me again, I would accept that. I want you to explore these grounds, and all that each statue has to offer. Just.. one word of warning." His face grew sober. "Samuel.. do not try to make love with him." She laughed for a moment, thinking of the incogruity of sizes between herself, and the large dinosaur she'd seen bathing in the lake, and even climbed on when she was a child and it was daylight, then, as Apollo didn't share her laughter, she tailed off, and grew still. "I am serious, Kat.. there is a time and a place for making love with Samuel but.. it has side effects, and I would not have you experience those side effects without being ready for what it entails." Kat nodded. She would've asked what the side effects were, but Apollo placed a finger on her lips, and with a smile, pulled her dress from her body, then led her into the cool water of the lake.

They swam together for a while, slowly, quietly enjoying the cool, dark waters, when Kat remembered her promise to her Aunt.

"Apollo.. my aunt gave me a message for you." He turned to her, stroking water, as he listened. "She said.. its time. That's all the message said. I don't understand it, but, she made it clear you would." He nodded, and sighed.

"I will explain another time, dear Kat, but for now know this: I know what must be done, and I will make the arrangements. Tell your aunt this, and that we will be there when the time is right." The look of sorrow on his face led her to reach out to him, wanting to comfort him. Kat could only think that it was to do with her Aunt's impending death, and she needed that comfort too. They trod water for a while, quietly holding each other, grieving for Patricia, before swimming back to the lakeside, where waiting for them, waving, was Hermes.

"Ho!" he called, "and what a beautiful evening it is too!" Kat laughed at his exuberance, distracting her from the sadness that they had experienced out in the middle of the lake, and walked out of the water, noting, to her amazement, that her earlier soreness from her bout with Leo had gone. She looked back at Apollo with an amazed look, and he nodded, guessing her thoughts.

"The lake heals," was all he said, and Kat turned to look at it, her eyes casting over the dark waters. Then she turned back to Hermes, who gathered her in his arms and gave her a warm, lusty kiss, his hand sliding down to grasp and squeeze her bottom, which made her giggle, and look back at Apollo. He smiled at her, stepping up behind her, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts, and she moaned once more, lust rising within her body, bracketed by the warm, living stone either side of her. They led her away from the lake, just for a bit, before sinking to the grass once more, Kat kissing Apollo this time, while Hermes' hands ran over her body. Then she broke the kiss and looked at them both, unsure as to how to proceed, her doubt clear on her face.

"What do you wish for?" Apollo asked, ever the gentleman. Kat shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess, go with the flow," and Apollo and Hermes looked at each other. Then, moving by some unspoken consent, Hermes lay down, pulling Kat ontop of him, straddling his hips, his semi turgid cock pressing against her lips. Kat bent down to kiss him, while Apollo shifted behind them, one hand cupping a breast, momentarily tugging on a pert nipple, then kneeling between Hermes' spread legs, leaning forward to lap at Kat's tight, wrinkled rosebud, his hands cupping around her body to rub at her clit. Kat gasped into Herme's mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, as Apollo's tongue stabbed into her ass, opening her up, the hard, but warm, wet stone penetrating her further and more effectively than a human tongue would've done. Then it was Hermes' turn to gasp, as his friend bent his head, and took his balls into his mouth, sucking gently on them, before allowing them to slide from his mouth. Hermes' cock was fully hard now, and Apollo removed his hands from Kat's clit, sliding between her legs to pull his friend's cock upright, nudging Kat upwards at the same time, positioning the head of it between her lips for her to sink onto. As she did just that, he spread his forefingers so that one was resting either side of the base of Hermes' cock, his ring and small finger curved, his thumb sticking upwards, so that as Kat sank down, her cunt covered his fingers as well.. and his thumb slid into her ass. She moaned again, pressing downwards onto Hermes' hard body, Apollo's finger and thumb, her head falling backwards, her throat exposed.

Then she began to rise and fall, her lust driving her to stroke Hermes' cock within her, and as she slid off Apollo's fingers and thumb, he shifted behind them. He pushed Kat forward a little, so that her ass was exposed, and Hermes, catching his friend's intentions, pulled her downwards to him, so that he could kiss her. Apollo stared at Kat's pussy and ass, exposed, with Hermes' cock deep inside her, indecision seizing him: which hole? He finally couldn't resist the sight of her wet, warm cunt, and pressing his cock against Hermes', began to push within her.

She groaned at the dual invasion inside her pussy. Stretching her deeply, she shuddered, lust pulsating within her belly, grinding her clit down onto Hermes' rock solid stomach. As Apollo's cock nudged her cervix, his belly resting against her bottom cheeks, Hermes began to pull out, and they continued with that opposite, slow, torturous in-out stroking motion for a few minutes, driving Kat insane with lust, wanting both of them in her at once, loving the way that they stretched her insides so well.

"Please!" she suddenly cried out, and Apollo laughed. Since he was the one on the "out" stroke, he reversed his movement, suddenly, and slammed into her, both of them deeply inside her, and the motion made Kat cry out in a long, drawn out, keening, wordless sound of lust and arousal. He kissed her neck, then began to pull out of her once more, but instead of pushing back into her, he pulled himself from her sodden cunt, and pressed it to her asshole instead.

Kat began to groan again, as slowly, inch by pleasurable inch, he slid inside her ass, stretching her, loving the tightness of that part of her body. Just as he hit home within her ass, Hermes slid out of her, and wriggling out, kissed Kat, deeply. Apollo pushed Kat to the ground, to lie flat, his own knees straddling her hips now, thrusting deeply, powerfully into her ass, his hands holding hers. Kat was almost unaware of what was going on other than the cock driving within her, lust had taken her over so strongly, but suddenly she felt Apollo driving into her with extra weight, and looked over her shoulder to see Hermes behind him, Apollo's eyes closed, in a state of sheer, utter bliss. She realised quickly what had happened, that Hermes had slid his cock into Apollo's own ass, and now, Apollo was the sandwich, rather than Kat. She groaned anew, squeezing her ass muscles tightly around Apollo's cock, needing for him to fill her with his hot, foamy cum. Apollo was no longer thrusting as powerfully within her, rather, Hermes' movements were thrusting Apollo into her, and the shallower movements, allowing her to stay open around Apollo's cock were driving her crazy, and she knew it wouldn't be very long before she came. Hermes bit Apollo's shoulder, his hands gripping Apollo's hips, and Apollo's own hands tightened on Kat's. Kat closed her eyes, so close, right on the precipice, when suddenly, Apollo was thrust deeply into her, deeper than he'd gone before, so deep, Kat's ass cheeks spread, flattened against the hard stone of Apollo's belly, and pain frissured through her belly, clenching her muscles, rebounding from her pleasure centres. Kat threw back her head and howled, Apollo coming also, his cock spasming deeply within her ass, filling her with his hot cum, even as his own ass was filled with Hermes's cum, and then the two men collapsed ontop of Kat, sliding off to the side so as not to squash her, but resting still, within each other's bodies, content to simply be together.

Kat awoke after her second sleep of the night to see the sky lightening, and Apollo next to her, alone.

"It is almost dawn, my dear. I must go." Kat nodded, sleepily.

"I will be here, tonight." she said, simply. He nodded, then turned and sprinted for his plinth nearby. As yesterday, he reached it just as the sun struck it, and turned him to stone. Kat watched, with a sigh, then went to the lake once more to wash, to heal, and to return to her aunt, to begin a brand new day.

twittering

2009-01-02T13:36:00.002Z

I signed up for the twitter service - it shows on my blog, on the right hand side. Feel free to add me if you'd like! My twitter ID is larissa_uk132 (it wouldn't let me do larissa.uk132). few more things to come.. including a story, later...

~ happy new year! ~

2008-12-31T20:24:00.002Z

Christmas is most definitely past, and I can start to feel my normal self coming back again. My sex drive is returning, which is always a huge plus! Christmas, and the two/three weeks prior to it, were so chaotic here - what with present making, card sending, decorations, shopping and food organisation.. my sex drive went out the door.. blogging followed it pretty promptly - in fact, by Christmas week, I was surviving on barely 5 hours sleep a night (and christmas eve I only got 3 hours sleep). Ever so slightly nuts.

But.. that's all gone now. In fact, with it being Christmas, I have new goodies to play with: a new camera (which will allow me to take long videos! now if only Master will let me play with that capability...), a new phone (with a camera built into it - I'm taking snaps of everything in sight at the moment!), and the weather is co-operating in the UK at the moment for non-pervy photographs, with heavy frosts and clear skies meaning that there are some gorgeous shots out there. And now I've caught up on my sleep, my mind is turning back to my regular hobbies (food - I'm a mean cook), photographs, sex, blogging, and a few others... I'm looking to start writing once more.

Its just 3 and a half hours to New Year, though, and I'm not going to get a story written in that time. So for now, I will just say: happy new year - I hope 2009 brings you all the fun, kinkiness and joy you could ask for!

ahhhhhhhhh-choo!!!

2008-12-17T13:26:00.004Z

I'be got a cohld.

A stinking rotten cold. I feel awful. I don't feel in the slightest bit sexy. And to make matters worse, I can't rest and concentrate on healing up cos Christmas is upon us and I have a long list.. (*holds top of list, which is a long roll, and watches it fall to the ground, and roll across the floor, cartoon style*)... like that. I'm not entirely sure I'm going to get everything done in time, and this bloody cold isn't helping any.

Sex is going to have to wait. Stories are going to have to wait.

On the plus side: I'm keeping up with the forums on Kristen. I'm learning so much there! I mean, i thought I knew the names for various kinky things, but now I'm discovering I didn't. Puffy Nipples, Camel Toes (well i knew what they were, but in relation to fashion, not to kink!) and MonkeyToes to say the least. And people like them! Get off on them! Seek them out! *shakes her head*... the variety and wonderful wierdness of human sexuality will never cease to amaze me... :)

Just in case you're asking.. I don't have puffy nipples. (see?). Monkey toes? Not really. Camel Toes? Only if i wear really tight panties.

Oh btw. If there are any photographs of me you'd like to see, any requests, then feel free to ask. Not saying you'll get them - that's up to Master to decide. But it'd be nice to know what you'd like to see. Just one caveat: you'll never see my face or any identifying features (with my clothes on anyway). Sorry, I like my privacy!

Bettie Page

2008-12-12T12:58:00.002Z

Bettie Page died this morning.

There's a lovely review of some of her photos and quotes by her to be found here.

I don't think she'll ever truly be gone though. Not as long as there are people who enjoy her photos. I think that will happen for a very long time...

The Enchanted Castle

2008-12-08T20:04:00.002Z

This was inspired by Edith Nesbitt's "The Enchanted Castle", which I read and loved as a young girl.
Story Codes: MMF, fist, magic, anal
Description: a young woman creeps into the grounds of a country mansion at sunset, to illicitly explore the beautiful grounds. However, she receives rather a surprise when the statues come alive!

Kat crept through the gap in the hedge, a sweet honeysuckle smell released as she brushed past the vegetation into the beautiful gardens, quiet with the haze of evening. She stopped, looking to see if anyone was around, but the grounds were deserted. Her aunt was asleep, and would be for some time, she knew; her illness meant she slept a great deal, especially in the evenings and at night, and the agency nurse was there in any case, to give Kat a break from nursing her. Kat crept on, her heart thudding. She'd been wanting to look around these grounds for years, her aunt had always stopped her from going in, even though a simple (somewhat threadbare) hedge seperated her aunt's garden from the castle grounds, and even though her aunt was a family friend of the owners... there was something vaguely mysterious about it all, and Kat was finally going to find out what it was.

She'd been in the grounds a couple of times before, as a child, when the family had been invited to a summer picnic with the Lowes, the family who owned the castle grounds, so she knew her way around, more or less. She smiled as she stepped out from behind a large shrub and felt the heat of the setting sun on her face, stopping a moment to allow the sun's rays to caress her body, the heat easily penetrating the thin cotton of the skimpy summer dress she wore. She wasn't wearing anything else, except a pair of sandals on her feet: it was simply too warm for underwear, so she went without. She knew from her aunt that the Lowes were away, so she really only had to avoid a housekeeper or groundsman, and she didn't expect to see either of them, although it was a lovely evening. She set off towards the lake, looking forward to dipping her toes in the cool water.

On the way she passed a statue. In fact, this wasn't unusual: the entire garden was full of statues. The Lowes had had some crazy ancestor who loved statuary, and he filled the garden and house with them, and family tradition said something terrible would happen to anyone who tried to remove them (indeed, the great-grandfather of the current Lord had actually tried, a week later, pale and shaking, he ordered them put back). She stopped and looked at this statue, really looked, as she hadn't when she was a child. The plinth on the base said "Apollo" and he was a fine figure of a statue, a tall man with rippling muscles, naked as the day he was born, a bow and arrow in his hands at full draw, about to be released in flight. Kat found herself admiring his bottom: nicely rounded, and she reached up to run her fingers along the curve of the taut buttocks. The artist had captured him perfectly and she almost expected to feel warm flesh, rather than cool stone, but stone was what met her fingers and she sighed softly.

"If only, Apollo, if only.. its been too long. And here I am talking to a statue and wishing you were real so we could have mad passionate sex..." and then, she felt suddenly very silly, talking to a statue, so she sighed again and continued her journey to the lake. She looked around, refreshing her memory from childhood: the statue of the large diplodocus dinosaur in the water, more statues around the bank of the lake, including statues of animals.. she never felt alone here.

She walked up the jetty protruding into the middle of the lake and sat on the end, removing her sandals from her feet, and letting her legs dangle below her, her toes brushing the surface of the water. She loved to do this as a child on hot summer days, the fish coming to the surface to nibble on her toes. She sighed again: she felt profoundly sensual, the heat, the peace of the gardens all working its magic on her, and it really had been too long, after all.. she spread her legs, pulled her skirt up, gazing at her clit and shaven cunt - the lips so visible, slightly puffy with her arousal - and dipped her forefinger between her lips to gently rub at the little nub within its folds. She moaned softly, and lay back on the jetty, her legs spreading further, her fingers nudging her lips apart to give better access to her clit, feeling the cooler air over her hot inner parts, like a lover blowing over her cunt. She shuddered, closing her eyes, rubbing a little harder.. just as the sun dipped behind the horizon.

She heard a splash, opened her eyes and looked around briefly, but could not see anything, and ignored it, figuring it for an animal jumping in the water, and continued to rub her clit, which felt so very very good. her other hand reached into her dress, pulling a breast over the top, squeezing her nipple, moaning softly. Then she froze, as she felt something licking her clit, nudging her fingers out of the way. Although it felt so very good she had to see who was doing it so she opened her eyes and sat up a bit, then froze again. Before her was the statue of Apollo, wet, but alive! He blinked at her, and gave a lovely, broad smile.

"Hello." He sounded young, as she supposed he was, the original, anyway, and she blinked in surprise, brain working overtime to try to process this. "We come alive after sunset", the statue offered helpfully. "We all do. even the diplodocus does." He gestured out to the lake, where the large dinosaur was walking out of the water, his ponderous head reaching for some nearby vegetation. Kat blinked again.

"Of course you do." It was inane, but it was the only answer that came to mind, and she couldn't really argue that it was impossible, not with the evidence right before her eyes! She looked at Apollo again, who by this time had lifted himself out of the water onto the end of the Jetty next to her, kneeling between her spread legs. Kat suddenly blushed, recalling what she'd been doing, and how she'd copped a feel of Apollo's bottom. Apollo spied the blush, and guessing its cause, chuckled.

"You're not the first to do that.. and I don't suppose you'd be the last. But we all get hungry, we statues.. and not just for food." He reached for her as he spoke, pulling her against his hard body, wrapping his arms around her. She expected him to be cold, but he was quite warm, just still hard, like stone. Living stone.

"You're warm!" she exclaimed, and Apollo chuckled. "Yes, quite warm, and quite alive. When the sun sets at any rate. " And as if to head off any further discussion about it, he captured her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply, his fingers exploring her bottom, squeezing the fleshy muscle as if to repay the compliment she'd paid him earlier. Kat kissed him back, eagerly, her arousal from earlier, which had temporarily fled, returning with a vengenance, the heat and smell of her shaven cunt rising around them. Apollo broke the kiss, looking down at Kat, and with a small oath, took hold of the top of her dress and ripped it down the middle, pulling it off her till she was quite as naked as he was.

"That's better," he muttered, and dipped his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Kat felt the warmth and wetness around her nipple, dropped her head back, thrusting her breast towards him as he held her back with one of his strong, sure hands, the other being busy at her bottom again, tickling the tight rosebud he found between her cheeks. She clenched her butt cheeks, capturing his finger for a moment, then releasing it, pushing against it, feeling the finger push deeper into her. She moaned once more, her cunt wet with her juices, grinding against Apollo's body, feeling his cock pushing between them.

"Please," she whispered, "please.. fuck me!". Apollo lifted his head from her breast, staring intently into her eyes, and not moving his finger from her asshole, shifted her body across him so his cock was poised at the entrance to her cunt. she sensed when it was in the right place and she pushed down, her wet lips sliding over the tip of his cock and she smiled, in triumph, as she claimed his cock, Apollo groaning now. She wriggled on his lap, trying to take more of him, then he lifted his hips and he was in, totally in, and she was full of his cock, nudging her cervix - not painfully, but she was most aware it was there. She squeezed her muscles around him, loving the feel of the hard, warm living stone within her, the finger within her ass, and she kissed him again, eagerly, her tongue wrapping around his. Apollo groaned again, then shifted forward, and with his strength, staggered to his feet, holding her on him, her legs wrapped around his body, still kissing him, and walked to the grass by the lake.

Kat jiggled a little on his cock as he walked, rotating her hips and grinding down onto him further. She loved feeling full, feeling her cunt stretched. He groaned once more, and lay down on the grass, keeping her atop him, and he gazed up at her lovely body in the twilight. He pulled his finger from her ass, bringing it to his mouth, sucking it, as he held Kat's gaze. She shuddered and began to move, first from a kneeling position, rising and falling on his cock, then as she needed more, needed to move faster, shifting to a squatting position, her legs spread wide, so he could view his cock going in and out of her body. They groaned anew, and Apollo reached forward, his fingers trapping and squeezing her engorged clit. His thumbnail grazed the tip of it, and she fucked harder, her head thrown back, intent on nothing but her approaching orgasm. He did it again, and she gasped, reaching back behind her to her own ass, pushing a couple of fingers up her ass. The extra tightness did it for her, and she exploded, jerking on his cock, screaming with the force of her release.

She sagged over him for a moment, wearily sliding her fingers from her ass, then lifted her head to look at him. He was lying there, smiling at her, his fingers laced behind his head. She smiled back, a little shyly, but didn't make any move to get up. He was still rock solid inside her, for one thing, and for another, she wasn't sure he would go "soft" like a man would. "How do you tell if a a statue has orgasmed?" she thought, and the incogruousness of it made her giggle. Apollo raised an eyebrow at her, silently enquiring, and she rushed to explain.

"Ah," he said, "we don't go soft as men do, no. But our cocks do become more flexible afterwards, it is true, but trust me, my dear lady, when I tell you that if I had come, you would know." His knowing smile backed up the truth of his words, and she had little trouble believing it. She wondered what it was like.

"Would you like to?" she asked, but before he could reply, a voice cut through their interlude.

"Ho! Apollo!" the two lovers looked up to see another man striding across the lawn towards them. "And what have we here?! a guest? and you aren't sharing? How selfish of you, Apollo!" He said, with a broad smile, and Apollo laughed.

"Hermes! You thief!" and now Kat noticed the little wings attached to the man's sandals that were indicative of his identity. "Hermes, meet.. " and Apollo's voice trailed off as he realised he had no knowledge of Kat's name, and he blushed. Hermes laughed.

"Typical Apollo: get in there and fuck without even an introduction first!" Kat blushed too, knowing she was just as responsible for the quickness of the coupling, and reached up to shake Hermes' hand.

"Kat", she said, liking the jovial Hermes very much. admiring his body much as she had admired Apollo's earlier, her cunt twitching, pulsating around Apollo's cock and betraying her thoughts to him. He smiled, because he knew just what would come next, and pulled Kat forward onto him, so her breasts were lying on his chest and whispered in her ear.

"Want him to join us?" is all he said, but the answering twinge as kat's cunt gripped his cock answered his question, and he chuckled, looking up at Hermes. "I think, old friend, that the lady would like very much to explore your body" and Hermes laughed with him, coming to stand by them, and Kat sat up, so that she could reach his hard body. Her hands ran over his skin, living stone, much like Apollo's, and watched as his cock began to rise under his loincloth.

"Does this come off?" she asked, and Hermes removed it, flinging it onto the grass behind them. Kat smiled up at him, his cock at the perfect level to slide into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the hard stone within her mouth, feeling the contours, dipping the tip of her tongue into the hole at the end. She felt his hands grip her hair, and below her, Apollo's cock jerking a little within her cunt, as he watched them, and she began to slide up and down on Apollo's cock once more. Her hands slid around to hold Hermes' butt, her finger stroking first the crack, then the crinkled asshole between them, and there was an answering groan from above her, and he began to stroke in and out of her mouth. Kat slid a finger in, wriggling the tip of it within his body, feeling her body beginning to respond once more.. until, suddenly, her mouth was left bereft, as Hermes pulled away from her. He bent down to Apollo and whispered in his ear, which Kat couldn't hear, and saw Apollo nod, and Hermes look up at her.

"Dear lady, I want to try something with you.. if you wouldn't mind?" and he lay on the ground, next to them, as Apollo started to push at Kat, and Hermes held his hands out to Kat. "Straddle my head, if you would", he said, and Kat complied, wondering what they had in store for her, as she straddled Hermes head, on her knees, facing his cock, in the classic 69. She half expected him to reach up to lick her, but was surprised when he reached through her legs with his arms, then pushed her bottom, so that she shuffled a little further down his body, the backs of her knees hooked underneath his upper arms. She reached out to take his cock back into her mouth, but he jerked away from that. "Not yet, Kat, wait a moment", he said, and she felt his hands stroking her bottom, his fingers running up and down her wet slit. She gasped, then, as fingers were pushed into her, fucking her, first two, then three, then four, stretching her, opening her, then he pushed harder, his thumb tucked into his palm, Kat gasping in amazement as slowly, achingly slowly, his hand pushed into her. She expected him to stop at some point, perhaps when the thumb pad reached the entrance, but he didn't, his finges curled into the palm as he pushed inside and then.. amazingly, his entire hand was inside her.

Kat reached between her legs in wonderment, feeling around his wrist, checking for herself that his entire hand was inside her. She knew what had happened, of course, she wasn't so gauche not to have heard of fisting, but this was a first for her. She felt so full, so stuffed, and with such an amazing connection to Hermes, she squeezed her muscles around his hand and groaned at the sensation. Hermes twisted his hand inside her, and she gasped with it, feeling his knuckles shift inside her, she pushed back onto his hand, wanting more, like a bitch in heat. She felt Hermes shift below her, warmth, wetness and suction on her clit, and bucked onto his hand and mouth, feeling aroused like she'd never been aroused before. his hand was almost punch fucking her now, pulling in and out of her cunt, and his tongue lapped at her lips around his wrist. Kat's head swam, with the strength of her arousal, the obscenity, almost, of their fucking, the experience, everything.

But things were nowhere near over for her. Her head jerked up as she felt something shift behind her, and nudge against her asshole. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder, and saw Apollo behind her. He'd straddled Hermes too, holding his cock, and was pressing it into her ass. She didn't know if it would fit - she'd been fucked in the ass before, but not like this!! She felt Apollo press forward once more, her puckered hole slowly giving way under the relentless pressure. She pushed backwards, then, suddenly, the pressure gave, and his head slid in. Both he and Kat groaned with pleasure, as he slid deeper into her, slowly, till he was tight against her body and he had no more to give. Hermes then twisted his hand within Kat's cunt, making both Apollo and Kat moan again, then Apollo started to pump in and out, gently at first, then, as Kat's ass loosened up, faster and faster. Kat leant forward and took Hermes' cock into her mouth once more, each nudge of Apollo's cock thrusting her onto Hermes' cock, then backwards slightly as Apollo pulled back. The three of them worked together, fucking harder and faster, doing their best to pleasure each other, to bring all three to orgasm, when suddenly Apollo stiffened, closed his eyes and jerked uncontrollably within Kat's ass, and kat felt hot liquid spurt inside her, lots of it, more than a human male would, he kept spasming, pumping, his cock spurting more and more fluid. Hermes was licking and biting her clit, and just as Apollo started to come, he fastened his mouth to her clit and sucked on it, hard, and it wasn't long before she too slid over the edge, her cunt pulsating around Hermes' hand, Apollo's cock, making Apollo shout out his pleasure, slamming his cock into Kat's ass as hard as he could, pushing her mouth, her throat onto Hermes' cock. Hermes felt his cock gripped by her tight throat and, not being able to help himself, jerked his hips up into her face, mashing her nose into his ball sack, and spewing hot come down her throat, so much she was unable to keep up with it, and it bubbled up past his cock and out her mouth. It tasted different to men's come - sweet and frothy, and Kat swallowed as much as she could, greedily, licking his cock clean.

Apollo was the first to disengage. He staggered backwards, laying on the grass with a content, satisfied sigh. Kat released Hermes' cock and looked back at him through her legs. He slid his hand from her pussy, then lay back, as Kat slid from his body to lay next to him on the grass, sighing softly as the cooler night breeze caressed her hot body. She looked around, aware, suddenly, of the passage of time, and that while they had been occupied, it had grown dark. she turned onto her side, propped her head on a hand, and looked over at Hermes and Apollo.

"Hey, um, guys. What time do you think it is?" Apollo looked over at her, sighly wistfully.

"Probably around ten of the o'clock, dear lady.. why do you ask?" he replied.
"Mostly cos I'm wondering how much longer I have before you guys turn back to stone.. which I presume happens at sunrise?"
"Yes. We must return to our places when the sky begins to turn light, and when the first direct rays peep over the horizon, we return to stone." he said, with a soft sigh.
Kat mused over his reply, for a bit, then asked "Are you .. aware, during day light hours?"
"We can be." he replied. "Most of us choose to sleep during that time. I had just woken when I felt and heard you earlier. Of course, I could not move at the time, the sun not having set. But we who must be as stone during day's hours chose to spend them asleep, so as to have the most time free during twilight hours... when we cavort, frolic, make love such as you have seen, with The Family, with guests, although there are not many of those these days. And sometimes, once in a while, new statues join us."
Kat nodded, mulling things over in her mind. It was clear that the Lowe family knew of this, hence the tradition that the statuary must not be removed from the gardens. She wondered if her aunt had known. She hoped she had. She loved the frail old lady, and Kat liked the idea that her dying aunt had known the same pleasures as she had received tonight. Then she sat bolt upright.
"Hang on a minute.. ALL the statues come alive at night?" Kat was remembering the statues of some truly ferocious creatures, a sabre toothed tiger and a lion amongst them. Hermes laughed at the look on her face.
"Worry not, dear lady. The statues may not harm a guest, or each other, and part of the housekeeper's job is to leave out victuals." Kat breathed out a sigh of relief in response and lay back on the grass, relaxing.

After a while, Apollo got to his feet and held his hands out to Kat and Hermes. "Come, friends, i think we should introduce Kat to the others - they'll be wondering where we are, and i am hungry!" He hauled Kat and Hermes to their feet, and they began walking towards the house.

"Will the housekeeper be there?" asked Kat, nervously, remembering she wasn't really supposed to be here.
"No," replied Hermes, "Although she knows about us, we make her nervous, so she leaves before sunset. If The Family aren't here, then no others remain here. After all, who would break in?" the two statues chuckled, although Kat didn't join in.
"Um.. i'm not really supposed to be here. I mean..." she stammered as they turned to look at her sternly, "I came here as a child, picnics with The Lowes, my aunt lives in Rose Cottage, I'm staying with her. I just .. the grounds are so beautiful and I wanted to see them one last time before she dies." The gaze of the statues softened.
"Your aunt.. would be Patricia?" asked Hermes.
"Yes," replied Kat. Her memory is fading now, she's.... not as she used to be. She came here?", she asked, her voice tinged with sadness.
"She did," confirmed Apollo, "Many years ago, when she was as you are now. Young, vibrant. She learned the secret of the castle, and as such was our guest for years. But we had not seen her in a while, and we grieved so.. and now we know why. Please, give the lady my regards, Kat, my very fond regards, I miss her dearly. But to return to you: Any family of Patricia is welcome here, Kat, I sense no duplicity in you."

Kat breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to lose her newfound friends, and she slipped her hands into theirs as she walked between them, happy, content and relaxed as they neared the castle. She smiled up at them, even adding a happy lil skip, then cursed under her breath as they crossed the gravelled path in bare feet, before reaching the cool paving stones of the courtyard to the house, where a crowd turned to greet her.

"Friends! We have a visitor!" boomed Apollo, who gestured towards Kat. Kat blushed slightly, and, feeling rather ridculous, offered a small dip of a curtsey to the statues now crowding around her. She could see they ranged from other human figures to animals.. in fact, the only one that seemed to be missing was the diplodocus - which was rather a good thing, as he would've dwarfed the courtyard. Apollo seemed to read her thoughts, because he leaned close to whisper "Samuel stays outside, sometimes he looks over the house into the courtyard to join the merriment, but he's aware his size causes problems so he contents himself with swimming and eating. We may see him later."

Kat looked at Apollo in puzzlement. "Samuel?" Apollo smiled.
"The dinosaur statue." he said, and Kat nodded. Then she felt Hermes tugging her hand, and she followed him into a receiving line, where she met all the statues, whose names she would never remember, and found a plate of food pressed into her hand. She nibbled on the food, listening to conversations around her - the animal statues could speak - till, finally, she found herself nodding off, and looked up to see the moon high in the sky. And then Apollo, her dear Apollo was there once more.

"You need to sleep, dear lady?" he asked, and Kat nodded, gratefully. He led her to a room with a comfortable sofa, and a blanket. "The Family often rest in here, when they are home, we do not expect them to keep to our hours," he explained.

Kat looked up at him. "You will wake me before dawn?" He nodded, and she snuggled into the blanket gratefully, and before very long, she was fast asleep. The next thing she knew, Apollo was gently kissing her awake.

"Dawn is not far off, my friend. I must return to my pedastal." Kat nodded, sitting up and shaking off her sleep, rising to walk with Apollo, but he stopped and handed her a robe. "It is cool out there," and she smiled gratefully, whispering thankyou, and slipping into it. They walked back to the pedastal in companiable silence, holding hands. When they reached the pedastal, Kat looked at Apollo.

"Will you be back tonight?" she asked.

Apollo nodded. "We wake after sunset each and every night. And you are always welcome here, Kat.. indeed.. " a mischevious grin crossed his face, "I rather hope you do come back!" Kat grinned back at him, feeling her cunt stir and a throb of arousal shoot through her body.

"I'll be back," she said. "I want to find out more about you... all of you.. if I can keep up with you!" Apollo dipped his head to give her a tender, sweet kiss, then leapt onto his pedastal, picked up his bow and arrow and drew it, as she had first seen him, just as dawn's first ray's shot across the horizon, bathing the statue, returning it to cold stone. She sighed, rested her head on his foot a moment, knowing he would feel it, then kissed the top of it. "Sleep well, my wonderful Apollo.. and I'll be here when you wake," she said, then, picking up the tattered remains of her dress and sandals from the jetty, she set out across the gardens back to her aunt's house. When she got back, she let herself into her aunt's room and stood there, looking down at her aunt, glad that her seemingly lonely aunt had lived, even if she hadn't known just how, until the previous night. Then, her aunt opened her eyes, looked at Kat.

She whispered, "You know, don't you?" and Kat, leaning forward to hear her, nodded with a satisfied smile. Patricia saw it, knew the smile for what it was and answered with a similar smile. "Apollo?" she whispered, and Jess nodded once more.

"He asked me to give you his regards, Auntie.. his very fond regards, he misses you dearly." Patricia smiled happily, then drifted off to sleep once more. Jess smiled herself, reached out to stroke her Aunt's hair, then left her to sleep, and her memories of a beautiful, enchanted garden and castle.

writing

2008-12-06T13:09:00.003Z

I love writing. From blog posts to stories, I love the process of crafting words, getting my thoughts down onto the screen. There's something cathartic about it - ever since I first wrote a story when I was around 15 years old for my English class, about an ex-boyfriend and the way he'd dumped me, the bitterness, it was read out in class and I actually got through to my classmates, made them understood about how it had upset me. The power involved in that!!!

It was one hell of a rush. And ever since.. I suppose I've been looking for my fix, like a junkie. I need to know I've reached my reader.

OH doesn't really read my stories. Sometimes its because he doesn't find the subject matter appealing (fair enough), or he doesn't like the fact that I readily use rude words in my stories (I call a cock a cock - again, fair enough) but when I wrote "goodbye is forever" I asked him to read it, because I thought he might actually enjoy, being about straightforward sex, with no rude words, and there was a bit of a story to it, or so I thought.

He confessed that he doesn't like my writing style very much - not for blog posts, just for the stories - and that he thought "goodbye" had been rushed.

Hmmm.

Well.. I generally don't hang onto a story. Once its written, I check for major errors, spelling mistakes, basic grammar and so on, and then let it go, out into the world. I can't hang onto a story for months, improving it and improving it. I tried that once, writing a story properly the way its supposed to be done (for a Black Lace collection of short stories) and I improved it to the point that it was boring beyond belief. I prefer to think that in letting my stories go quickly, I retain the rawness, the arousal that's often behind them when I write. Editing just removes that.

And yet, I wonder, sometimes, am I doing myself a disservice in this? For those of you who like reading, would you mind telling me what you think - would my writing benefit from editing a little more, hanging onto it for a little longer?

In terms of stories I have rattling around in my brain, or that I've jotted down some notes for, there's the following:

Part III (and more) of "Walk on the Wild side". I want to take May and David down another route entirely, although I'm not sure I can say what that route is on here. Part IV might involve them having children. Not sure yet.
A woman stumbles across an enchanted castle, where the statues in the grounds come alive by night. This is actually written, but needs some editing. I think there's room in there for a Part II as well.
I've started to write - hand write that is - a story about a widow (widowed about a year, but still relatively young) who has bought a new house, a cottage, backing onto some woods. She takes her dog for a walk the first night and stumbles into a dogging scene - the rest of the story is about her lust and adventures within that scene. This is quite some way off publication though.
A youngish couple have a male friend staying over. The male friend is mostly gay, with a little bit of a bi bent, but they don't know that. The conversation drifts around to anal sex, the couple saying that they'd love to try it, him penetrating her, but that she's paranoid about being hurt. They ask him for advice and advice turns into a show-and-tell!!
Woman travelling at night on a train in a carriage that is deserted except for her and 2 other guys, and they get up to all sorts. this seems a bit cliche'd to me and i've yet to find the personalities of these people, so this might never get written.
I'd love to do something with a very rude santa visiting a young woman!
A guy at his work's annual xmas party which is a Masked Ball, and he makes a proposition to someone who he thinks is his secretary, that he's been boning for the past year or so. Only it isn't. And he gets quite a surprise!
Again, on the christmas theme: a couple go to midnight mass, but she's wearing one of these small vibrators that have a remote control, which is in the hands of her other half! This story is all about teasing and the risk of being caught.
A couple caught up in a terrorist situation. Its fairly well documented that people in life/death situations often have intensely lustful reactions afterwards, its a natural response to the threat of death, and this, coupled with Stockholm Syndrome, is something I'd love to explore.
A grandmother dies, and her will stipulates that her granddaughter do some rather unusual things before she can inherit...
A king in days gone by (Henry VIII?) pinches a chambermaid's bottom, and she gives a saucy grin. Unfortunately for him, she ends up teaching him one or two things instead...!!

This isn't all my ideas, just the slightly more developed ones. Are there any ones that anyone would particularly like to see? (apart from Part III of "Walk".. that's definitely going to be written).

Any other thoughts? Feel free to comment! or to email me.. larissa dot uk 132 at g mail dot com is the address!

dreams

2008-12-05T12:43:00.003Z

does anyone ever have wierd sex dreams? (I do. all the time). Take the one i just woke up from, for example. It involved me, and a certain actor (who happens to be gay and married to his partner to boot so this is so way out there - and no, i'm not naming him), he was visiting, for some reason, staying over. We'd gotten a little drunk - not completely obliterated, just merrily tipsy. We were both dressed in PJs, a sort of sleepover type thing. And there was lots of gossiping, bitchiness, he was doing my nails - oh you know, the kind of thing you do when you have the girls to sleep over.

Only he surprised me when we were fridge raiding (fridge raiding is obligatory during a drunken sleepover isn't it?). His arms went around me, his mouth nuzzling into my neck. I turned around and stammered something like "but.. but.. you're gay" and he grinned that really cheeky "i just wanna fuck you" grin that is so much a trademark of the main (bi) character he shot to fame with and just replied "yeah, and i'm horny" and started to kiss me, thoroughly, deeply. Things moved fast after that. in the wierd way that dreams have, i was no longer wearing PJ bottoms, they just vanished, and he picked me up, holding me by my bottom so my legs naturally went around his lower back, and moved so that i was resting against a wall. He slammed into me, hot, fast, furious sex, and we were still rutting there when my mother walks in. My ultra conservative, doesn't do sex outside of marriage, and only then at night in bed with the lights off mother. And she doesn't bat an eyelid, she just avoids looking at us, we stop, and my legs go down, although he's still inside me (he's huge, naturally, it is a dream after all!) and as she goes past us into another room, he picks me up again and we carry on fucking to a mind blowing orgasm.

Except... i woke up before the orgasm bit. Damnit.

And then the period pain hit. Double Damnit. Which meant i couldn't just roll back to sleep and try to dream the orgasm bit either. Triple Damnit.

So now i'm all horny as fuck, thanks to my (very wierd) dream, and i don't have permission to orgasm, so i can't even do anything about it (and Master's asleep... no, i'm not going to wake him up to ask for permission. That's a sure fire way to get a "NO!" while he rolls back to sleep).

hrumph. S'not fair. (good dream though. until my mother walks in anyway. wonder if i can go back to sleep and redream the bit where she walked in?)

goodbye is forever

2008-12-04T18:48:00.003Z

Story codes: MF, rom, 1st, hist
Description: young maiden on a welsh hillside meets her lover who has returned from the trenches in France.

A tear crept down her cheek.

She didn't know why, sitting there, on the Welsh hillside, the breeze cooling the intense August heat. She looked around her, admiring the view over the valley, hugging her legs to her body. She sighed, again feeling a wave of overwhelming sadness come over her.

Her thoughts turned to David, who was fighting in France, her fiance. She couldn't wait for him to come home so they could be married, and after being married, they could finally do.. well.. what it was they didn't dare do when he last came home on leave from the front. She'd let him go further than her mother would've approved of and her father would've gotten out the shotgun, but she loved him, and ... Oh hellfires, he was so attractive, especially in the uniform he'd worn home on leave - all the village girls had been so jealous of her!!

She squeezed her legs together, not really understanding the pulsing deep inside her, and hugged her legs to her more tightly. She felt like she did when she was in David's arms, needing something, but she didn't know what. Mother said she'd find out when she was a married woman, till then, not for the likes of children like her to know. Faith sighed, resting her chin on her forearm, draped over her knees, then lay back in the long grass, looking up at the clear blue sky. Then she felt someone lie down next to her, and she turned to see who it was, wondering why she'd not seen or heard them coming.

"David!" she exclaimed in surprise. "How did you get here?" She leaned into him, her head automatically reaching up for a kiss. He chuckled, pushing his cap back on his head, and bent to give her a hello kiss, looking so handsome in his army uniform.

"Well, hello, my sweet and adorable Faith", he said, chucking her under the chin, then gathering her into his arms as he lay beside her. "Got some unexpected leave, so bolted straight for home and you!" Faith snuggled in happily, smelling his warm, uniquely David smell that she loved so much, then looked up at him as he stroked her arm, and as she did, he seized the opportunity to bend his head down and claim her lips, turning her over so she was lying on her back, in his arms, as he kissed her, deeply, strongly, with intense passion and longing. He broke the kiss, and looked at her, murmuring her name under his breath, touching her hair, as if trying to burn her looks into his memory for all time.

"David...?" Faith murmured, a little frightened by the intensity of his gaze, his emotions. She could feel something hard between them and didn't know what it was. All she knew was that she trusted him, and longed to be his wife, and anything else, any other considerations, had quite flown out of her mind. He bent his head and kissed her again, his lips gently opening hers, his tongue meeting hers, the pulsing in her groin growing stronger and stronger. She jumped as she felt a hand slide up her bare leg, not realising her dress had been pushed up to expose her legs, and she tried to stop him, to push her dress back down, to cover herself modestly, although she didn't want to.

"David..." she moaned, breathing hard, against his mouth, and he lifted his head briefly, whispered.. "Trust me..." and she gave herself to him, placed her trust in him, and let go. Her legs parted, and with a small cry of triumph as he sensed her surrender, he touched her, intimately, the pulsing taking on a demanding life of its own, creating a need that demanded to be met within her. He fumbled at his groin, shifting to lie on top of her, his weight pleasantly heavy on her, the two of them kissing, arms around each other in the warm grass, the sun beating down on them, the insects buzzing around.

He stopped, then, something hard pressing against her most intimate parts, and looked into her eyes. The pressure increased against her, sliding within her, and she knew that this should be kept for her wedding night, but she could deny him nothing, now. He stopped as he felt a resistance inside her, and whispered.. "Hold on".. and she nodded, knew she was about to lose her maidenhead, gripping the grass besides them, and bracing herself. He surged forward, into her, and she cried out softly as the barrier was breached, and his body slid home against her - she was filled, with him, for the first time in her life.

He kissed her, then, tenderly, sweetly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, giving her a chance to get used to him within her. She was tense, at first, feeling the pain, the resistance, then began to relax, letting go of the pain as it ebbed away, the pulsing returning. As David felt her body relax beneath him, he began to move, thrusting gently, shallowly within her at first, then, as their passion increased, thrusting harder, deeper, taking her with him. Moaning, he reached out for her hands, twining his fingers in hers, he kept thrusting, holding back on his orgasm, knowing he had to, for her sake.

Faith was no longer thinking, just responding to his urges, to hers.. the pulsing was an overriding drumbeat within her now, her need demanding to be met, needing to crest. She cried out, her legs locking around his lower body, holding to him, moving with him. Nails digging into the flesh of his hands, she was so close, so achingly close, when he suddenly bent his head, kissing her hard, passionately, deeply, as he'd never kissed her before, sucking and biting her lower lip. Then he let go, arched his back, and slammed into her hard, one last, final time, and she could feel something else spurting inside her, he was releasing inside her, and that pushed her over the edge, and it was her turn to arch her back, crying out David's name, as indescribable pleasure surged through her body, turning her from a girl, to David's woman.. at long last.

Her eyes fluttered as she felt David move from his position ontop of her, and a tender kiss pressed to her lips. "I love you, my sweet, darling Faith," he whispered. "Always remember that." She murmured something back, then felt him leave her, and she sat bolt upright.

"No!" she cried out.. "don't leave me!" She looked around. She was alone on that grassy hillside, alone but for the sheep, the sun, the wind. The sadness swept over her again, and another tear slid down her cheek.

****************************************************

"All aboard for Brighton!" The stationmaster called, and Faith picked up her suitcase, stepping into the waiting carriage of the train. She felt the swelling of her body beneath her coat, where her baby was growing, their baby. She found a seat within a compartment on the cold train, looking out of the window at the February frost coating the countryside around her.

"When're you due?" A kindly voice asked her, and she turned to see a matronly woman smiling at her from the seat opposite.

"May," Faith replied, with a soft smile. She pulled her gloves off to stare momentarily at the gold band adoring her ring finger, on her left hand, the band she didn't deserve, the band she'd never had placed there in a church, but the band she needed to wear, for her protection and the babe's. The matron followed her gaze.

"Your husband?" She asked, sympathy in her voice.

Faith nodded. "Passchendaele," was all she needed to reply. David had been killed in the first attacks of that battle, a battle that cost so many their lives, so needlessly. He'd been killed as she'd sat on that hillside, thinking of him, and had come to say goodbye in the only way he could, and gift her the only thing he could. Goodbye, for them, truly was forever.. and never...

THAT time of month

2008-12-04T13:39:00.004Z

... the time that usually sends people (usually men) running for cover. Jokes abound about the woman on the rag, usually with reference to irritation and mood swings. Hell, many men don't even want to hear about the details - the old adage "I don't trust anything that can bleed once a month and not die", which i think is quite offensive, really. I mean.. lets face it. No period, no fertility. no fertility, no sex drive. And THEN where would you guys be? Up blue balls creek without a nice pussy to put it in!

So if these details squick you out - tough shit, sugar. Suck it up and listen. its to your benefit.

I've got my period. started yesterday. At the moment i've got cramps, deep, aching cramps, low in my belly, and the last thing i feel like is sex, being touched, or even having an orgasm. Sounds like most women you know when they're on their period, right?

Well.. i can tell you one thing. Orgasms are actually good for period pain (they're good for headaches too, the next time you get the "not tonight, darling, i have a headache" excuse). It certainly works for me. I don't quite know why, but the contractions you get during orgasm (the ones you guys love cos you can sometimes feel it around your cock, squeezing like a hand - oh yes, those!) are linked to period pain - period pain is caused by the womb contracting to make it release its lining (which is what period blood basically is, the soft, spongy lining that's in the womb waiting for a potential foetus to land there and burrow in to grow into a baby). If you have an orgasm, it increases those contractions - but it also turns it into pleasure, rather than pain. So a) it makes the period contractions over with sooner (cos the contractions from period pain + orgasm does the job better) but b) makes what pain theres transmuted into pleasure, which has to be better than popping a couple of pills!

But then.. there's the mess factor. the squick factor. Well, personally, it doesn't bother me. But there are people that it does. A towel does wonders for those worrying about the sheets, condoms for men who get alarmed by pulling out to find a cock covered in blood. That deals with penetration - but of course, there are other things you can do... the woman can put a tampax in, or a mooncup, either would trap the blood inside, enough that she could clean up enough for oral sex. There's always my favorite, anal sex. There's penetration with toys and/or fingers, hands. you can wear latex gloves, if need be (although not for those who have latex allergies obviously). you can even cover the clitoris area with saran wrap and lick through that, which would give the pressure and warmth, if not the wetness factor.

So, guys - next time your lover announces that "Auntie Flo" is visiting: instead of running a mile, why not see it as an opportunity.. and have a very grateful woman to boot?

p.s. i'm home from the family visit, obviously. got lots of ideas. Now its just a matter of getting fingers to keyboard... watch this space! oh, and hopefully taking a few more photos... i sorted out some nice lingerie last week, be nice to get some shots of me in that.. :) I'm trying to persuade Master to take some shots of me in bondage too. that'd be even more fun... :D

life vs sex

2008-11-25T11:17:00.003Z

Isn't it frustrating when life gets in the way of sex?

For me, at the moment, things are ferociously busy. I'm going to visit with family on thursday, for a long weekend, and there's a whole bunch of stuff I have to get done before I leave. Unfortunately that means that the blog, writing stories, etc., gets put on the backburner, just for a while.

Is all that really sex though? Well.. yes (for me). Because ultimately, it means I don't get time to masturbate either. Not even a quickie (although I did buy some lovely lacetop stockings yesterday). Does it mean sex is off my mind? Oh hell, no. Its still very much on my mind. All kinds of lovely fantasies and thoughts run through my mind - the trouble is getting them down either on a keyboard or paper!

Having said all that though.. once I've started travelling time will be much easier for me - I'm travelling by train - and I will have some 'net access from my family's place. I'm hoping to get some writing done, whether its by paper (initially) or computer. I have a Part III of "Walk" to write, a ghost story to sort out, and quite a few other ideas for stories - There's the Winter Solstice Orgy I'd love to contribute to, not to mention The Thanksgiving collection (although I might be a little late for that). So, lots of plans in the works.. just no where near enough time....

A Walk on the Wild Side

2008-11-22T22:50:00.002Z

I'm very pleased to say: Part II of this series is now up on Kristen Archives! Part I can be found here. This story involves a woman and a man who turns into a werewolf so if its not your thang, don't read it. :)

exploring the dark side

2008-11-22T13:40:00.005Z

I read something this morning that got me thinking. It was a comment on Kristen's Board, something to the tune of being glad that people there are so accepting of other people's fantasies, turnons, arousal points. And then it got me thinking about some of the arousal points within myself that I know are there, but that are darker in nature; the kind that no one really wants to admit to, even to themselves, the kind that society frowns on, the kind that no one is supposed to have.

Thing is... with dark fantasies, if a fantasy is in someone's mind, if they can control it, not act on it, not do anything about it, except keep it in their mind, is it so harmful? Some would have you believe, that yes, it is - because they think that ultimately the dam will break. That the fruit that is forbidden, explored but forbidden becomes all the sweeter, until ultimately, the apple must be eaten. Others might believe that exploring those darker fantasies in your mind is a healthy release for them.

Let me give an example. I occasionally have "rape" fantasies. I've never been raped, never wish to be, I know its not like the fantasies and I do think all rapists should be given heavy sentences, and that rape is about power, not sex, not really. Given all that, I still, sometimes, in the back of my mind, fantasise about being slammed against a wall in a dark, stinking alleyway, my clothes ripped from me, and a cock slammed brutally into my cunt or ass while a voice whispers obscene, humiliating thoughts in my ear. I suppose it appeals to the part of me that does love to be used and humiliated in a very specific way. I reiterate: I've no wish to experience this in RT (except perhaps as part of a very very carefully planned scene with someone I trust with my life), and I've certainly no wish for anyone else to experience this (unless they wanted it, like I do, under those specific conditions) but still.. this is pretty dark, violent, sexual - not the whole hearts and roses, soft sheets and music experience that society says making love should be.

So, should I explore this? Should I write about it, make a story of it, discuss it with others? Maybe even go so far as to ask Master if this is something he would consider exploring with me (and I have no idea if he would or not)? If I did that, and - god forbid - something happened, would the guilt of feeling that I had wished it on myself tear me up? (statistics show that rape, or attempted rape is something that happens to 1 in 4 women, so I stand a fairly high chance of being one of them at some point in my life).

Or should I lock it away at the back of my mind? Pretend its not there, refuse to feed it, at the risk that it might just grow stronger?

My own thinking, for me, here and now, is that exploring it is the better option - obviously, or I wouldn't be writing about it here. I suppose I think that - generally speaking, now - it depends very much on what the fantasy is (i.e. does it involve harming other people?) and how important it is to you. If its on the level of a fetish, or an obsession, then exploring it could well be the worst thing you could do, as it could breach the dam.

But there's another way of thinking about it too. What of those people who don't allow themselves to explore what they consider to be their dark side? Society can be so proscriptive of things sexual: for some, the dark side might involve something as simple as turning the lights on while they have sex. The "dark side" can be so individual, that I find myself feeling so desperately sorry for those who can't live their life with their sexual needs fully met. There's a certain joi de vivre in exploring your fantasies completely, a certain ... flowering of the soul. I liken fantasies to daydreaming: both are necessary for the soul, for the person, to grow completely.

And frankly, in the current political environment, I fear for my freedom to grow as I need to, for my soul to flower completely. I've found somewhere that will allow me to do this - I just hope and pray it doesn't get taken away.

taken

2008-11-21T14:19:00.006Z

Doing this is hard. I don't mean the stretching stuff, although it seems to make a few people wince. I mean the exposing of my soul like this, or that's how it feels. Its hard to relate what turns you on, in detail, not so much to a lover, or even a friend (although that has its own pitfalls, is just as hard in another way), but to the world, if you're like me, with low self esteem. Part of the reason I have low self esteem is that I have a tendency to focus on the negative comments rather than the positive. I've had some lovely positive comments since I started this, but, me being me, I focus on the one slightly negative (and its not even negative so much as.. 'not really for me' (which is fair enough. I just hear the negative that might even not be there).

And of course the only way forward with that one is to get back on the bike. metaphorically speaking, anyway - even someone like me would wince at the thought of riding a bike stuffed with things...!

This morning's session involved tennis balls. No surprise there then! I've been itching to get them into me since I bought them. Stretched myself out a little with the little bullet vibe, then wrapped the balls in plastic bags, lubed them up, and popped them in, two of them, in my cunt. Its what went on in my head that was probably more interesting, as I lay there, rubbing my clit, alternating between balls and the monster (sometimes a girl just needs friction, sometimes stretching). Oh, and for the record, I had two orgasms (I had permission for up to three), both of them with my fingers, rather than a vibe, which means the other day wasn't a fluke. Wonderful!

In my mind, I'm tied to a vaulting horse, legs spread. Master is standing nearby, dressed in black, a shadowy figure. I'm both reassured and terrified by his presence. The blindfold comes on, and I cannot move.

I hear people come in, many of them. Hands, many of them touch me all over, and I cry out, uncertain, scared and the hands stop. I hear Master's voice in my ear, low, reassuring. I nod as he speaks to me, what he says is irrelevant, but he soothes my fears. The hands return. Stroking my legs, my breasts, my bottom, touching me intimately. A tongue slips into my slit, licking me up and down, seeking my wetness, my warmth, my clit. I moan, under my breath, arousal rising. The tongue is removed - with the bare minimum of arousal taken care of, the first cock slides into me and begins to thrust.

I wriggle on the bench, but the straps are too tight to allow for much movement. Instead I clench my muscles around him, hoping to help, and I'm rewarded by a moan from him. A thumb is pushed roughly into my bottom, the thrusting speeding up. Hands are still wandering over me, pulling a nipple here, opening my mouth and briefly sliding a cock into my mouth there. I'm not given a chance to suck, to enjoy, though - my focus is kept on the man in my cunt. I keep squeezing, and before long, he slams into me with a final thrust, his cock pulsating in my cunt. He pulls out, leaving his creamy mass behind... and another man takes his place.

This man is different - his cock is long and thin, and he paces differently. Instead of short, hard thrusts, he goes for long ones - pulling all the way out, sliding all the way in, so it nudges my cervix. I'm so wet, now, between me and the other guy, I'm sure I'm dripping all over the horse beneath me. I use my muscles to grip this guy, and he spanks my ass, hard and tells me not to. He pulls out, repositions at the entrance to my ass, and thrusts home with a gasp from me. I thank my stars that Master allowed me to stretch my ass before I was tied to the horse - if I hadn't, that would've hurt. as it is, it felt wonderful, reaching me deeply inside. I moaned some more, whimpered please, and I heard Master's voice in my ear. I whimpered please once more, then, as he gave permission for me to cum, I came, my ass contracting around the cock in there, setting off his orgasm too, filling me with more creamy white cum, my orgasm reverberating through my entire body.

All too soon the guy pulled out.. and another guy took his place. I had no idea how many guys were there, but I was determined to do them all. I wanted all that cum, filling me. This guy fucked my cunt, initially, then pulled out and presented at my ass. He was bigger than the other guy, fatter, and he stretched me wider. I moaned again, my muscles gripping him tightly for a moment, then he began to thrust, drilling away in my ass. It wasn't long before this guy was coming too... and then another guy.. another.. filling one or other of my holes with their cum, so i could squeeze, and it would all drip out of me. Before long I needed to come. Master's voice, evilly, meanly, denied me. I had to wait. I bit my lip, anything to distract me from the pleasure. I endured, each man taking his pleasure of me, of my holes... and still I could not come..

Then the last guy came, and pulled out. No one replaced him. Just a mouth, sucking, licking all the cum out of me, out of my ass, out of my cunt. I helped by squeezing, pushing the cum out, straight onto their waiting tongue. I moaned, so close to coming, I needed to come, so badly, so desperately. I cried out, begging, pleading permission, I didn't think I could hold on against the clever tongue lapping against my clit. Then Master's voice was there.. and mercifully.. I could come. I let go, screaming my orgasm aloud, head thrust back against my shoulder, my body shaking with the force of it, and I squirted over the tongue. They kept licking, sucking, taking all of me up as I rode my orgasm. Then it was over.. and the bonds released. Master held me as I shook, needing that close, loverly contact. And he whispered.. "I'm proud of you, my slave." I knew I was loved.

achievement

2008-11-19T18:53:00.005Z

Edit: and Master surprised me by agreeing to my request to post photos here of my exploits (thankyou, Master.. *smiles*). So what I said about this being a photo free blog.... is now incorrect. These two are the ones I took earlier today.

I stare down at the green towel on the floor. I'm sitting on my heels, knees spread. Before me lay a series of objects, neatly laid out like a surgeon's tools. A large dildo. A large butt plug. 6 or so small rubbery balls. A small plastic bag. A small plastic vibrator. A bullet vibrator. A pot of aqueous cream.

I pick up the plastic vibrator as if in a dream. the vibrator part gave up the ghost a while ago, but it still works as a dildo. I have been given permission for a session, my first stretching session in a long time. My hands shake. I slide the vibrator into my pussy, a sigh escaping my lips as it glides in. I'm already wet enough that I don't need the extra lube, not for this, not yet. I pump it in and out of me a couple of times, just to get my cunt used to having something in there again. Then I put it to one side. It won't be used again this morning.

I look at the toys again. I feel almost meditative. The large dildo is picked up first. This is a monster. Thirteen inches long from tip to absolute bottom (i.e., the handle), and eight and a half inches around, it resembles a cock in all but size. I love this. I always have, ever since it was bought for me. I dip the tip into the aqueous cream*. This is my lube of choice, at least when I'm playing alone. The one drawback is the colour: its white, so it looks messy, and doesn't taste very nice. But today, that's not an issue. I stroke the dildo, smearing the cream over the surface. Its been put away for so long, I need to refamiliarise myself with the contours. The lifelike ridges. Then I place the tip of it at the entrance to my pussy, and take a deep breath.

I push.

My tissues part; the monster forces its way in. I stretch, nerve endings at the entrance jangling wonderfully. I breathe out as I push in, then it becomes caught up. I'm not quite wet enough, not quite enough lube. I pull back, back to the entrance, rubbing the tip over my clit for a moment, breathing raggedly. Reposition, and push again.

This time it goes all the way in. I gasp as it bottoms out, 8 inches in. I know I will take more as I fuck myself; my cervix rises up into my body with arousal to take more. Part of the wonders of my anatomy. I snap photographs, my hand shaking making it difficult. I smile, and pull back again to the entrance, then abandon all restraint, and just fuck myself. Hard. Fast. The way I love it, the way I need it. My arousal spikes, and I know I'm close, but its too soon, not yet. I only have permission for one. I need more.

I pull it out of me, and gaze down. Its covered in white; the aqueous cream, my cream. I clean it with a tissue, then put it to one side with the bullet vibrator. The balls come next. These are small, maybe an inch across, made of rubber - they bounce when slammed to the floor. The plastic bag is grabbed, turned inside out, to the clean inside. i put a ball inside, then push it - and the bag, deep into me. The other balls follow, the plastic bag acting as a kind of condom. Till my cunt is filled with balls, knobbly, pressing out in wonderful wierd ways. Stretching me in the way that I love.

My ass is bereft, though I have plans for this too. I pick up the butt plug. This is black, 6 inches around at the widest point, 4 inches long - at least, the part that goes inside me. I dip it into the aqueous cream, then lean forward, reaching behind to press it to my tight little bud. This hasn't been stretched in a long time, and I have no clue if I can take this or not. I spread my legs further, so that I can put my bottom closer to the floor, and press the plug against the floor. This is always easier. It nudges the entrance. I take another deep breath.. and sink down.

I open up.

I feel like a flower, slowly opening. The plug stretching my ass, pushing the balls in my cunt aside. I feel so wonderfully filled, so full. So stuffed. Plugged. Stretched. I keep pushing down, till.. to my amazement, my bottom cheeks rest on the floor. I've taken it? I reach around to touch the plug inside me, to see if its all inside me. Its not quite, but a further push down should do it. I debate with myself about it, but I'm so damn aroused, I need it all in me. I take a deep breath and bounce down onto it. I feel myself stretch wider.. then snap home around the neck. Its in! I check the balls in my cunt. One has slid out; although still nestling between my lips. I push it back in. I need to come. This stretched, I cannot hold back for long. I pick up the bullet vibe, but to my dismay.. it won't work. I want to scream, I feel so frustrated!

I rub my clit anyway. The end of the plastic bag inside me is resting over my clit, and in my frustration, I was rubbing that over my clit. It feels good. It feels very good. I bounce on the butt plug, making it and the balls move inside me. I'm so damn close, rubbing my clit hard, furiously, my legs tight with the tension, my head thrown back. I know I can do it, I can come! I rub harder, more, until finally something bursts inside me. I explode, biting my lip as I come, my cunt and ass pulsating around the balls and plug inside me.

Afterwards, I sit there, my head hanging down. Little aftershocks spin through my belly, my clit throbs. I sit forward, and push the plug out, sighing as it leaves my body. My ass feels empty, and not in a good way. I clean the plug, put it with the other things, stroking it and promising myself it won't be so long before I use it again. Then the balls; I pull the plastic bag out of me. its moulded around the balls, wet with my juices. I pull them out of the bag, put them with the other things, turning the bag inside out, and tossing it into the bin with the used tissues. I stagger to the bathroom; clean myself, then re-dress and sink back at the computer. I can hardly believe what has happened. I have never been able to come with my fingers, its always been with a vibrator. I want to come again, I want to make sure I can do it again. I don't, though, as I've only had permission for one. I want to go and wake Master, bounce on the bed and shout "I did it!" I don't, though (Master is not good in the mornings). I resolve to get more toys, to ask for permission again. maybe not tomorrow, but soon.

And while shopping, this afternoon, I buy a pack of tennis balls.........

* aqueous cream is the base cream for many handcreams, and its sold in large packs here in the UK relatively cheaply. I wouldn't recommend it for anything where safe sex is important, but for my purposes, its good.

talking is sometimes the hardest thing

2008-11-18T14:15:00.005Z

I think I've said before that L and I have a D/s relationship. He is Master, I am most definitely submissive, or slave*. As part of our relationship there are certain things I have to ask to be allowed to do. Going to the toilet, for example. Or having an orgasm.

My readers might find this hard to believe, but i find it hard to ask. Not so much when we're making love - then, I'm horny as all hell and that overrides everything, but no.. when I want to have a masturbation session, when I want to come (since I can, in theory, masturbate as much as I like without permission, I just have to have permission if I want to orgasm. Yeah, I know, talk about frustrating...), I find it really... really hard to ask.

Those of you who have read my "A Walk on the Wild Side" story over on the Kristen Archives might figure out that May is based partly on me (well, they do say to writers to write what you know about!). While I'm not quite as tongue tied as she is, I do find it difficult to actually vocalise what I want, what I need. I can *write* it just fine, I can even chat about it, but talk about it? Oh hell no.

And for a long time, this really stopped me from asking for an orgasm as much as I wanted. I'd restrict myself to asking before I went to bed, hurried OMG-please-let-him-say-yes-get-this-over-with-asap requests, "please may I have an orgasm, Master", and he'd say yes or no, and gently tease me about it, which I invariably hate. Then I'd go to bed (we stagger our bedtimes, so we each get a little alone time each day) and very quickly masturbate with a vibrator against my clit, furtive, taking care of the basic minimum... but there'd be no real joy in it.

To be fair, life gets in the way too. Its all too easy to concentrate on the daily grind, other things that give you joy, and let the physical slide by the wayside. I could go weeks without masturbating, without coming, and I'd even convince myself that I was happy that way. But ultimately, I realised, I was lying to myself, perhaps because it was easier to deny my needs, easier to not ask, or ask as little as I could.. and I cut myself off not only from me.. but from him as well.

Thing is.. Master doesn't believe in making it easy. And while he's read all my entries, and knows what is going through my mind, what I'm trying to achieve, he won't turn around and say "oh sure, go ahead, diddle with the veg, take photos, post them on the net" without me asking. I have to ask.

So last night i screwed my courage up.

"Master, may I have an orgasm in the morning?", I ask. That grabs his attention.

"Why the morning?", he replies. I um, and hesitate.

"Because I want more time and its late now and I don't think I would make myself popular with you if I woke you up to ask you for an orgasm." It all comes out in a rush, not thought through.

"Why do you want more time? What can you do in here that you can't do in the bedroom?" His arms are folded by now, he's glaring at me. He doesn't like my prevarication, my dodging of the issue. I don't like the way he's cross, its already hard to 'fess up to this stuff. WHY does he have to make it so hard?

"Well, i want to insert stuff." I hedge some more.

"What stuff? C'mon, spit it out." He's definitely getting impatient now.

So I give him details. An Orange (he objects, on the basis that it would be a waste, using an orange and throwing it away). Ping Pong Balls (he objects, on the basis that they're thin plastic, and could hurt me). Honestly, anyone would get the message that he doesn't want me to do this stuff. I settle for my large dildo. He's not satisfied by that.

"What else? Why do I have to drag this out of you?" I 'fess up to a candle. His eyes stray to the large church candles on the candle sconces on the wall. I laugh.

"not those." Then we get into discussion about how it appears to him, about how it makes him feel that I'm hiding stuff. About how it makes me feel, about how fucking HARD it is to ask when someone is glaring at you, and you get the feeling that they disapprove of what you want to do, that they think you're a wierdo. I dodge the issue, hedge, because he's glaring. He glares because I'm dodging the issue. And round we go.. and neither of us gets off. Pun intended.

He finally points out.."What the hell is wrong with just asking, 'Master, I want to have a nice long session tomorrow, with X toys, on a towel on the floor so clean up is easier than on the bed?' Why do I have to drag every single detail out of you?" And he's absolutely right. There's nothing wrong with it. I have to get over being ashamed of my sexuality, and i have to break the inability to ask properly and talk about it.

He ends with "well you'd better ask properly tonight or you'll be asking properly tomorrow night." I seize on this, tell him I'd prefer it, so I can have the toys ready, show him them, tell him what I want to do, and do it properly. We agree I will do this, and I go to bed, heart in my stomach.

Before I go though, I ask if I could also take photos, for him and for me. He calls me a liar. I object. He points out that he "knows me better than I think he does", and that what I really want is to take photos to post on the 'net. I agree, but tell him: even if you say no to me posting photos on the 'net, i still want to take photos for you and me. So I'm not completely lying. We leave it at that. He doesn't say yes.. or no.

And tonight I have a request to make. I'd better do it properly this time...

* the whole sub/slave thing is mostly a question of personal definition. For us, a submissive consents each and every time they play, even if its with the same person. A slave, however, consents once, at the beginning, after discussions and provisos and so on. We discussed this at the beginning of our relationship, discussed our limits, our needs, etc., and once that was done, i consented. Within those limits, I am his slave. Others have a very different definition of slavery, thats fine, but this is my space and my definition.

display

2008-11-17T14:27:00.008Z

Two women put on an intimate fisting display at their local bdsm club. This story (like all the stories that will be written here) will also, I hope, be published over on the Kristen Archives.

Story Codes: FF, fisting, rom, exhib

I looked up, over Andrea's shoulder, to see a crowd of people in the shadows, watching us. I swallowed nervously, looked back to Andrea, standing between my spread legs for reassurance, and she smiled, a wonderful, loving smile that did much to settle my nerves.

"Relax, baby," she crooned, as her lubed up fingers started to slide up and down my wet slit. I sighed, the itch inside me demanding to be soothed, rubbed, my hips lifting almost involuntarily towards her. My feet pushed down on the stirrups of the gynecological chair I was strapped into, the spotlight resting on us. My shaved pussy was on display for all to see, part of the deal I'd made with Andrea: to be fisted, publically, at our next club outing to Rapture, and she'd move in with me. And since I loved Andrea, needed her in my life, there was only one thing for it. So here I was.. preparing to be fisted in public for the first time ever. Oh, I'd been fisted before, many a time, but still.. I was nervous. I whimpered, and Andrea smiled, cruelly, almost. A smile that said i was in for a tease, and I groaned inwardly, secretly loving it.

There was silence in the room, except for the occasional crack of a single tail or whistleswipe of a cane from nearby. I had no idea how many were watching, except it seemed like everyone, including people I didn't know. The word had gone out: "Mercedes is going to be fisted!", and it seemed like everyone was excited about it. Including me? yes.. although I denied it to myself. I was wet from the sheer thought of what was to come, wet from being tied down, wet from having my legs tied open.

Andrea spread my pussy lips open. I shivered as the cooler air in the club breezed over my now exposed clit, and the air grew heavy with the scent of arousal, of pussy. She flicked my clit, lightly, and I jumped, biting my lip, not quite managing to suppress a groan as a bolt of arousal shot through me. Andrea laughed.

"I guess she's horny alright!" she called out to the silent watchers, and there was a low rumble of laughter, not loud, just loud enough to be heard by us. Keeping my lips spread with her other hand, her hand held vertically, she pointed her fingers towards my cunt, and started to push inside me. I shifted as she did, giving her better access, longing for her hand to be inside me, to be filled. There's a certain je ne se quois about being filled there, once experienced, you're constantly looking for it again.

Andrea paused, the first inch or so of her fingers inside me, and wriggled her fingers. "You like, my horny lil slut?" I moaned, nodding, not able to take my eyes off my gorgeous lover. The fact that others were watching was becoming increasingly irrelevant: all there was in the world was my cunt and my lover, and that itch. That need. She grinned up at me, and blew a kiss to me, mouthing.. "I love you". That was meant for me, and me alone. My heart sang, and I relaxed, trusting in her, letting go of my nervousness. She began to push once more, her lubed fingers sliding easily within me, feeling my pussy beginning to stretch a little from its normal state as all four fingers entered me.

I held her gaze as she pushed in further, her eyes boring into mine. She twisted her hand a little, I gasped, my muscles clamping down on her momentarily, before she pushed inwards and upwards again. Her thumb tucked into her palm, I knew from prior experience that I was about to be stretched, a lot, and my head sank back, my eyes closing, breathing out as my pussy accepted the knuckles, the thumb pad, her fingers curling over themselves inside me to form the fist, until the entrance to my pussy closed over her wrist.

She stopped, and whispered.. "I'm in, lover", and I lifted my head to look at her, look between my legs, to see that most intimate of connections, and I nodded, unable to speak.

I couldn't believe it. No matter how many times she fisted me, no matter how many times I saw it, both with myself, with her, with other women, I still could never believe it - that it was possible to get an entire hand within a woman's pussy. I slid my hand between my legs, needing to touch her wrist to make it real. Oh, but damn.. it was real, alright. I squeezed my muscles around her, feeling the skin contract under my hand, and I couldn't resist but move up to my clit to rub that snug lil button, but Andrea batted my hand away.

"Uh-huh.. thats for me! greedy thing!", she exclaimed, and there was another low rumble of laughter. I smiled, blew a kiss back to her, then lay back, closing my eyes, wanting to simply experience what was happening, without visual input, wanting just to feel.

Andrea shifted, laying her spare hand on my tummy, just above the pelvic bone, then twisted the hand that was inside me. Her knuckles grazed over my gspot, and I moaned, my arousal rapidly increasing. She pulled out a little, keeping her fist as a fist, and I stretched, the stretching linked to muscle, to blood, to my clit, to my body to.. to.. everything, and then her fist thumped back into me. She pulled out again, further this time, slowly increasing the distance each time, my pussy stretching with each pull, till she was punch fucking me, my head thrown back, enduring and riding each crest, getting higher and higher.

Her other hand slid down a little to rub my clit, momentarily, then disappeared completely, the hand within me unfurling and sliding out a little, so her fingers were held straight, no longer a fist. This was new. I looked up at her, puzzled, and she whispered.. "trust me".. and I did, I really did. Her other hand, the fingers also held straight, slid inside me, so her hands met, like she was praying, and the fingers wrapped around each other. Her knuckles were outside me, and I gasped, intuiting her intention - to double fist me. I had never been doublefisted before, and wasn't even sure it was possible, but there was a determined look to Andrea's face, and I knew she was determined to get both her hands inside me.

I lay back, trying to relax, and not strain against her. She began to push, my tissues resisting, stretching, slowly.. achingly, almost agonisingly slowly. They gave way, little by little, her hands sinking into me, until finally.. finally, her hands were inside me. I couldn't believe it, I could not believe it, and she looked up at me with a little grin of triumph, of possession, as if to say.. "you're mine, now". And I was.. I was, hers, soul, body, and all - with these hands, I thee wed, I was the ring over her hands. I felt my love for her soaring, expanding, enveloping her. She bent to lap at my clit with her tongue, her mouth on me, rasping her tongue over my clit, and I pulled her head into my body with my hands, my fingers curling in her hair, my pussy stretched beyond anything I had felt before, my clit thumping and pulsing harder and harder....

And then.. then.. she bit me! I threw my head back and screamed, release coursing through my body, my cunt pulsating around her hands, wave after wave of orgasm shuddering through me. My hips lifted off the chair, pulling Andrea with me, my come drenching her face, her hands, her arms.... and I thudded back onto the chair, panting, befuddled by the intensity of my orgasm, riding out the aftershocks of my wonderful, tremendous orgasm.

Andrea lifted her head and smiled at me, intimately, and kissed the top of my slit.

"I love you", she whispered.
"I love you too", I managed to croakily whisper back, then felt her beginning to pull out of me. I pouted, knowing it needed to happen, but always hating this moment. I usually closed my eyes at this point, hating for her to see the sadness of my soul, how bereft I felt, but this time.. I needed for her to see it. To see how much I needed her, and she held my eyes, nodding, seeing my love for her, my need for her, the ache that was permanent in me now for her, the need for the intimacy. As her hands left me completely, she bent and kissed my aching, stretched pussy, then came around to hold me.

"Thankyou, my love.. thankyou", and we just snuggled, while the watchers drifted away.

insertions and stretching

2008-11-16T11:53:00.003Z

In any blog, conversation about sex, that kind of thing: a moment comes when the invariable question is asked: "so.. what you into?" Some wear this info up front, others prefer to reveal themselves more slowly.

One of my biggest (pun intended) turn ons is size. I'm a size queen, although perhaps not in the way that most of you may think. I love to be stretched, to be filled. Whether this is from a very large cock, something like a hand (I love fisting), or an object, i don't care. what i do care is that i be stretched, stretched wide, and filled with something. This applies to both my cunt and my ass, although i can take considerably more in my cunt than i can in my ass.

I'm not sure why this is. (but then, why does anyone find anything sexually arousing?) All I really know is that i love to be filled. I love to slide large, heavy objects into my cunt and keep them there for a couple of hours. A large orange is about the largest i can manage there. I love to walk around, going about my normal business, with something inside me, knowing that i'm sopping wet, with a fire in my belly, a heavy object there, feeling it move and shift within me, and yet no one knows. When i'm really aroused i love to go shopping, wandering through the shops, picking up bottles and items, considering them for their 'insertability, suitability'. There are certain things to look for: smoothness. no ridges. no sharp points. nothing that could break. nothing too large, or too long. plastic bottles. candles. balls of various shapes and sizes - ping pong balls, tennis balls.

I have a dildo at home that is very large. About the size of my hand, about as long as my elbow to wrist. its softish and flexible, rather than hard, but i love to fuck myself with that. I dream about taking that in my ass. i never have been able to stretch my ass that far.

Vegetables and Fruits are a favorite thing to consider for this. Oranges, aubergines (eggplants), cucumbers, courgettes (zuchinnis). lemons, limes, apples. Pears, carrots, parsnips. you get the idea. if its hard enough, it can go in. Sometimes wrapping it in a bag is necessary, or in clingfilm.

with inserting into the ass, you have to be careful. Lube is the name of the game in this: so is care not to lose things. The vagina, after all, bottoms out - even if you lose something in there, you can squeeze things out, they're not going anywhere. The anal canal though, its very possible to lose things in there. Google if you disbelieve me: people have had to go to the emergency room to have things removed. I have no desire for that kind of humiliating trip. wrapping the item in clingfilm or in a plastic bag, so there's a "tail", is a simple way to prevent that. i like to insert several things, feeling them rubbing against each other, sliding around inside me. Having both my cunt and my ass filled at the same time is another wonderful sensation, although, since i suffer from IBS, not one i can enjoy for several hours like i can with my cunt being filled alone.

I'd love to take photos of my cunt and/or ass with objects in, and post them on the net. I'd love to be fisted, and have that videoed, post that too. Are there others out there that share this? i dream about being filled for a day, sitting down to feel the weight in me, going to sleep that way. I have, in the past; things always, no matter how big, slip out of me in the middle of the night. i want to take bigger and bigger. I look around for bigger objects to put in me, fantasise about things. My mind idly slips off to fantasy land, say, on the bus. i spy a monolith, not an ancient one, a new one, placed in a public garden as a feature. Its wonderfully shaped - if it were much smaller (its bigger than me), it'd be ideal. I fantasise about climbing atop it, parting my cunt lips, and fucking as much of it as i could, while all around me people celebrate and watch me, my arousal triggering theirs (who knows, maybe that's what they were originally used for!).

I dream of doing this with a partner. having insertions in one hole, while they fuck the other. I dream of being fisted in my cunt, while my ass is fucked. I dream of being double fisted, i dream of being anally fisted at the same time as being vaginally fisted. i dream of having my ass filled with liquid, a plug put in so none of it escapes, then having to spend the entire day filled with this liquid. i dream of having both holes spread with extra large speculums, so my insides are visible to anyone who cares to look.

Does anyone else share this slightly strange obsession of mine?

other people

2008-11-15T12:53:00.005Z

L (my partner, my Master) read my blog last night, and made a huge concession. See.. I won't go into detail, but he has a relationship with someone else through the computer. Its not that simple, but that's as simple as I can make it. I know about it, I've always known about it, and he does it with my blessing (he has for a long time). I think, though, reading my blog and understanding that I needed to figure stuff out.. he said, if I needed to, I could talk to other people about it through the computer... more or less what he has with his other lady.

I feel very ambivalent about it, to be honest. I don't think i want a full on relationship* in the way that he has with his other lady. (and I know enough to know that sometimes, when a relationship is in trouble, the first instinct is to bring in someone else to try to stabilise the relationship - and it never works. We found that out the hard way already, a few years ago. I'm not anxious to repeat that experience.) That would divide my energies, divide our relationship, and I think it would just cause stress to us both... its not the answer. But talking to others in general...? Maybe.

I have low self-esteem. I always have, and at least part of it is down to having sex-negative views of myself. For many years as a teenager I was unable to flirt, and as an adult, flirtation meant working up to having sex with them. If I wasn't having sex with them, I wasn't attractive enough to want - the concept of having enough self-worth to walk away, to say "if you want me, chase me. I'm worth it." just never occurred to me. And truth be told, I've always liked it when people found me attractive. It gives me a buzz. hey, who doesn't like being found attractive? But for me, it has to extend to full sex, because I never picked up on those subtle clues, the ones that say "hey.. I like you". sex, or kissing, at the very least, is unarguable against. I cannot tell myself I was making things up, its undeniable. They Like You.

So, like so many other women, I used sex to make me feel good in a way that probably wasn't the healthiest ever. I had a lot of it, sometimes with men and women I didn't know a lot about. I took some terrible risks during those years. And now, I've been involved with my partner, monogamously, for more than 5 years, which is almost unheard of for me. And I reiterate what I said above: I don't really want to get involved in Relationships with other people. But there are other levels than relationships.

Do I want to flirt with other people? ohhhh... you betcha! It reminds me of who I am, a sexual being. I have a cunt that works, a brain that works, and they've been disused for far too long.

Do I want to share photographs of myself with other people, have them say to L "you're a lucky bastard"? ... Oh.. yes!!! I'm an exhibitionist and a voyeur. The thought of other people stroking themselves over me is wonderfully arousing. The thought of L wanting to share photographs or videos of me, rather than filling me with horror, actually makes me feel good. That he thinks enough of me, he thinks I'm attractive enough to want to share them. I suppose its akin to having a wonderful, beautiful object, an antique, and wanting to put it on display, with all the lights shining on it, as opposed to having it locked up in a dark cupboard where its safe, but unappreciated, forgotten. I am His, and I want to be valued, shared, showed off. I know he doesn't forget me. But sometimes, I suppose, I feel unappreciated, the sexual part of me, at least.

There's also a certain validation to be found in sharing photographs of yourself doing things, things that you have in common with other people. To be sure, for most people, its things that involve keeping their clothes on, but there's a human need to be photographed with the large fish they caught, or the castle they visited. It brings back memories, commemorates, and validates, especially sharing that photograph. And, I suppose, yes, I want to do things, take photographs, and have that selfsame validation too.

Do I want to have sex with other people besides L? ... yes. All would make me feel unbelievably good (as well as fulfilling several fantasies, but that's for another time), but that doesn't mean its necessarily a good reason for doing so. There are many things I want to do, but I'm also adult enough to know that some of my fantasies, my desires, have to be sacrificed if we are to maintain a healthy relationship.

So, back to the Question: will I take him up on his offer? I think I probably will, just to flirt lightly with other people (I think he'd be much happier about me flirting with other women than other men. as he'd say: "hot lesbian sex... WOOT!"). I'm not sure where, but it would undeniably make me feel good, and right now, that's maybe part of what I need. To rediscover the sexual larissa, she has to feel good enough to come out to play. Then maybe I can work on developing a more sex-positive image of myself, where I'm proud of myself, my desires, my body, instead of having to be furtive, ashamed, and hide. And I hope, in the long run, that this is something that will have a positive effect on my relationship with L.

*friendships are different, and I love having friends. But I can only ever have one Love, one Partner, I think.

finding my voice

2008-11-14T16:57:00.001Z

finding my voice is going to be the hardest part of this blog, I think, and its going to change styles a few times before it settles down. I've been reading sex blogs for a while now, been itching to try my hand at writing my own. There's a lot to say, but its a case of drawing it out, and I always deal better with stuff when I write things out. I'm 36, live with my partner, in a D/s relationship - he's the D, I'm the s - but that apart, I've spent a long time suppressing my sexual desires.

Why? Well... Life. in a nutshell, anyway. Life gets in the way. Its hard to relax where we live, plus, quite a few of my sexual desires don't match my partners. That's not to say he doesn't know about them: he does. he just isn't interested in them, which is fair enough. There's a few of his I'm not interested in, although the nature of D/s means that the ones of his get explored a little more than the ones of mine that we don't share. Although, to be honest, circumstances have meant that not a lot of any kind of desires - his or mine - have been jointly explored in the last few years. This is the problem, I think. If I didn't love him as I do, I'd simply have said, "bye!" and gone to find someone who I could explore with. But I do love him, very much, and I don't want to leave him, or hurt him - he doesn't share, even if it was something I was willing to entertain. So I've spent a long time suppressing stuff. Just having the occasional masturbation session at night, before I go to sleep, enough to keep me from exploding, I suppose. And over time... it all goes away. I can quite believe those people who have no problems being celibate: once you suppress things for long enough, it tends to stay under.

Until things explode, anyway.

I'm beginning to realise that suppressing things, not just to him, but to myself, was A Bad Idea. It sets us up for some severe relationship problems, which I don't want, severe sexual problems, which I don't want either, and is just all round.. well.. not brilliant. Trouble is, having suppressed for so long, its not as easy as saying "Hey, Lover, want to tie me to the bed tonight?". Its hard to vocalise this stuff. And I've always found it easier to write than to talk.. so.. the blog.

I also write erotic stories. I'll make it clear which is stories and which is me, if its not immediately obvious. My stories also get published elsewhere on the net, and the subject matter can be somewhat controversial. If you ain't comfortable reading them, then don't. The net's big enough for all of us boys and girls to play happily without chucking the bucket out the sandpit after all.

I can also tell you what you won't find here. You won't find pictures of me, although I might post other pictures from time to time. But primarily, this isn't aiming to be a visual porn blog. I'd rather appeal to your mind, to the part of it that goes.. "ooh". or "mmmm". or "oh fuck, yeeeeeah". Whatever it is that floats your boat, I suppose. That might be a subject for my next post. have to think on it some...