anonymous0slut

The adventures of a real life slut in a conservative world

Pain and pleasure


After many bad dates, tinder finally came through. Try to contain your shock.

Enter Mr. Grey, one of the finest specimens man has to offer. He exudes confidence and when he enters a room you can’t help but take notice. I don’t know what it is about him that ties my stomach in knots but it’s been a long time since a man made me nervous. I like it.

I ended up at his place the day after our first meeting. I think the agreed upon lie was that I needed a drink. He started off slowly, his mouth found mine and we made out more and more desperately. Finally, he put his hands between my thighs and started to explore just a little bit. After all the lead up it didn’t take long until he brought me to a loud, satisfying climax. He loved it, you could tell. It’s rare to have a guy who enjoys giving pleasure as much as receiving it but when it happens you better watch out – it’s a thrilling ride.

He let me keep my dress on as he started to kiss my thighs. Anticipation. He mixes pleasure with pain as he starts to bite me. I cry out. It’s been too long since someone has treated me like this. I try holding out as long as I can but Grey orders me to stand and, with minimal resistance, I comply. He removes my clothing and smiles as he takes me in. I blush. I’m shy at being examined by him but the urge to please is strong enough that I fight through it. Hands glide across my body but it’s evident he wants my ass. He pays special attention to it as he lays on the compliments. Does he know I’m putty in his hands?

He leads me to the bedroom and throws me on the bed. It’s a weird paradox… I can feel his dominance in every move but he is still smiling at me in such a lighthearted way. As he forces my legs open I cum again, I’m that turned on. He doesn’t even have to touch me and I’m shuddering in rapture. He’s certainly done this before. His tongue brings me to climax again and again. I lose control completely. I scream out my pleasure. I pound on his back. I try to close my legs. He keeps licking. He’s not even trying and it’s obvious that he is the one in control.

I push him off me in a feeble attempt to win some back. Im thrown back down. I take aim and hit him. Hard. In hindsight that might not have been the best move… or maybe it was. Judging from the names I’m being called it was safe to say I’m about to be put in my place. He lifts me off the bed by my hair and forces me to bend over on to the bed. Smack. Fuck. Smack. I’m not used to this anymore. Smack. It hurts. Smack. Smack. Smack. I can’t do it. I turn over to see him smirking. “That’s all you can take, slut?” I’m ashamed but I nod my head. I’m allowed up just to be put back on my knees. He forces himself down my throat and I gag. Me! I never gag! Tears in my eyes, he fucks my face harder and harder, accusing me of not trying hard enough.

Then the clamps come out. Crap. I lay on the bed as he fastens the first one on to my pert nipple. I gasp. The bastard is getting too much of a kick watching me writhe. The next one hurts even more. I fight the urge to pull them off myself, being a good girl is so hard. I can’t even describe the pleasure on his face at my pain. I call him on it and he just tightens the clamps as he calls me a brat. He takes my nipple in to his mouth and licks. Fuck that feels good. He pulls gently and my body feels like it’s on fire. Every time I get used to the sensation he tightens them, just a little bit. I’ve lost count of how much I’ve cum. All I know is, with him, it’ll never be enough.

I need him inside of me. I need to feel that cock fill me up. I tell him as much but he isn’t sympathetic. He makes me beg him. He’s won. He knows that. After he’s satisfied that he’s beat enough pride out of me grabs a condom. He pulls my legs up and rams in to me hard. I can feel my nails slice in to him as I beg him to fuck me harder. I can’t get enough of him. He takes me in every position. It’s a blur of arms and legs and kisses. I’m in absolute ecstasy.

Suddenly he pulls out and throws me on too the floor again. He rips off the condom and I start licking and sucking greedily, taking special care to give his balls enough attention. I’m rewarded. Fuck he has so much cum. I open wide and I still get it all over my face.

“Now you look like a used up little slut”

I couldn’t be more proud.

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Mr. Grey,
I know you’re reading this with a huge smile on your face. Remember that the next time you’re punishing my bratty behaviour.

Xox,
M.

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Halloween meet and greet


A week isn’t exactly a long stretch but it sure can change everything. You may have noticed that I was slowly getting my feet wet in the swinger’s scene and I was quite enjoying it. It doesn’t quite scratch the itch of my cheating fetish but it is an interesting way to get some variety. I love me some variety.

On Saturday I went to a “meet and greet” in the community for like minded individuals but unfortunately I did not meet anyone. There was someone there I knew and we had a good time. I won’t go in to any details out of respect for the individuals involved but let’s just say I’ve never been groped by a man in a cape before. The incident has made me rethink my feelings about open relationships and made it painfully obvious that I need a refresher course on this lifestyle and the different dynamics in it so, expect a few more swinging posts in the weeks to come.

Until then I’ll just post a few pictures of my Halloween costume.

I was catwoman in a latex catsuit and leather corset. I spent the night covered in silicon lube and sweat. Yum!

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