Anal slut


Can I just start by saying that I hate anything anywhere near my ass? I’ve done it on and off for years but it takes a lot of convincing, tons of trust and, usually, a little alcohol for me to even consider it. Lately though I’ve been in a bit of a weird place sexually. I’m almost desperate to push my limits, to feel naughty. I want to feel dirty and be brought back to my submissive mindset. Considering everything that I’ve experimented with and enjoyed, it takes something special to get me to the point where my partner can lean in to my ear and say “really? This is what it takes to get you off? You really are a dirty slut”. I want to be covered in sweat and spit, I crave being covered in lube and cum. I like it.

But, I’m straying from my point. I really thought that anal was something that we endured because we are nice people. You did it once a year to make your man happy while you “moaned” through clenched teeth and prayed that the tightness of that particular hole would facilitate a quick finish. It wasn’t that the people I did this with were trying to hurt me or anything. I’m sure that they wanted me to enjoy it, even if for no other reason than to be able to do it again. But, I just didn’t. I made an effort and did all the “right” things, tried all the suggestions I received but I still just wanted to cry or scream every time …until last weekend.

I was lucky to be with one of the most sexually talented men I’ve ever had a chance to play with. We’re comfortable together and a good match in bed. Chemistry. We were enjoying a nice long fuck when I blurted out “I need something in my ass!” And he was happy to oblige. ( tip: use more lube. I’m not talking about spit or cum, I suggest a good silicon based product and however much you think is enough? Use more. Trust me. ) He left me on my back and slowly eased his finger inside of me. I gasped a little at the discomfort but felt myself get really wet and had to wonder if this time would be different. As he worked his finger in and out, slowly moving in circles to stretch me open and get the lube all over, I moaned steadily. (Tip: go slower, there’s no rush. Start with a single finger and use your other hand to massage the clit. If it hurts, stop moving but don’t remove your finger. Entering and exiting is the worst part so you can always try moving in circles instead). I’m already enjoying that taboo feeling of having my ass violated so when he orders me to cum I’m already in ecstasy. I feel him slip another finger inside me. It still hurts but I enjoy a bit of pain… I’m not one to complain.

We go on like this for a while. He keeps adding more lube and teasing me open while coaxing more orgasms with his other hand and his lips caressing my tits. Then I see the look in his eyes change and I know that, finally, he’s in full Dom mode. Thank god. He kisses my lips hard and pulls his fingers out of my ass. A wave of pain shudders across my body but I’m ready for it, I’m ready for anything.

I’m told to get on my hands and knees, to spread myself open for him. I quickly obey, it’s not the time to be a brat. He leans over to whisper in my ear and I feel his hard cock waiting. More lube as he slowly rubs a finger over my hole, I take it inside greedily. I’m ready. I want this. I need it.

“Tell me you’re a slut”
“I’m an anal slut, Sir. Your good little anal slut”

I’m rewarded. The top of his massive member pushed its way in. I feel so full, so satisfied but man does it ever hurt. I beg him not to move. It feels like he’s ripping me apart. He smooths my hair and makes soothing noises in my ear while reassuring me that I’m a good girl and he’s proud of me. We stay like that for a few minutes and my ass starts to relax. I slowly push back and let as much of him as I can stand inside me. He starts to move in an out slowly. Not much, just ever so slightly as he reaches around to make sure I cum again.

More. I need more. I rear back and try to fight through the pain but he stops me. A sharp smack reminds me that he’s in charge and soft words remind me it’s because he doesn’t want me to hurt myself. I try to calm down but I feel like I’m in heat. I’ll gladly suffer through the pain if it means I get to cum that hard.

“So, this is what it takes to turn you in to a filthy slut, is it? Good girl”
Those magic words make me cum almost more than I can take. He pulls out and finishes all over my ass and back. Only a few minutes later we start all over again.

Maybe I’m a convert because he’s been filling my ass up everyday this week and I’m on my knees begging for more.

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Two guys walk in to a bar


We met at a shady bar in a shadier neighbourhood. I had spent the day worrying about all the things that come along with meeting 2 guys at a bar. I hate uncomfortable situations, what if I didn’t mesh well with both of them? I was scared but a few drinks out me at ease. One of them was sweet and quiet while the other one… Well, he was not. The small talk started to flow as easily as the drinks and it wasn’t long before I invited both of them home.

I expected it to be more awkward but by the time I had thrown some music on we were having a good time. I couldnt resist sneaking a touch, lightly at first, but the intensity grew. I wasn’t in the mood for games and I was growing impatient. He took off his pants while the other man watched. My mouth went to work. Slurping, sucking, taking as much in as I could. It was so thick. My throat was so full. Heaven.

I took off my dress and he quickly undid the clasp on my bra with one hand. My panties were ripped off and thrown to the side. Strong hands forced me to take him deeper. I felt so little as I was thrown around to my hands and knees. A condom is taken out and a thick cock forces itself in to my tight, wet hole. He’s rough but I’ve made it known that I like that. I begin to moan as he builds his rhythm. It feels fantastic. I scream. He forces me in to position after position. I don’t fight him. Why would I when it feels so good?

The other man voices his approval and I remember the audience. I glacé up and see him happily watching so I put on a show of arching my back. My screams get louder. “That’s it! Take it! Break her pussy” oh yes, please do. Make me beg for it. Make me need it. Make me wish it’ll never end.

He fucks me harder and faster until I force myself off of him and get on my knees. “Where do you want me to cum?” “Everywhere. All over. Cover me – please”. He doesn’t disappoint. The first load of the night lands all over my face and chest, a wet, sticky mess that I created.

I clean up and come back down to show the other guy some attention. His cock feels good in my mouth as I get him hard. It seems the first guy had recovered enough to join us. I can hear him jerking it as I concentrate on the cock in my mouth. Another condom is opened and he pushes himself back in. His thrusts force me to take the other mans dick deeper in my throat. We get a rhythm going. I’m lost in the feeling. So much pleasure that I barely feel like I’m even involved, I’m floating above the scene. I try my best to make sure they get equal attention but I can sense the first guy is going to cum again. I pull out and turn around. I take him in to my mouth while the second fills my pussy. I’m thrust back and forth between them. My face is wet with spit and sweat. I’m screaming. I’m cumming. I can’t stop. It’s a blur. The second guy cums down my throat. The first guy pulls out and starts jerking it again. I wait anxiously for his load. The anticipation builds as I maneuver to my knees, I’m shaking. I’m spent. He lets off another load on my tits as I collapse.

Ready for another round?

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.

Women’s day


It’s women’s day! Or it was when I wrote this… To celebrate I’d like to take this opportunity to discuss a fun little fetish, one that might not seem to jive with such a feminist holiday. Let me remind you though that feminism is about giving women a choice in how we live our lives. It is not about forcing ideas on anyone else or forcing us in to roles that we do not want to take. Regardless of anyone’s good intentions, feminism is about taking control of our lives and living them how we want to.

I have a 1950s housewife fetish. Gasp! I know, I know. Here I am preaching about the importance of being an empowered, independent woman in the modern age and the idea of that era makes my panties wet. I love taking care of men. I love being able to fall in to that predetermined gender role. Don’t try to push it on me, never forget that I am your equal but can we play a bit? Please?

When you come home from work wouldn’t it be nice to find a clean house and a hot meal on the table? I’ll be waiting for you in a sexy outfit and high heels with a cold beer and a warm smile. You can tell me about your day while I hang on your every word. I’ll give you bonus points if you let me kneel at your feet with my head in your lap while you do it.

When we retire for the night you take the lead, undress me and throw me on to the bed. We can skip the foreplay tonight sweetheart, just take me. Your hardness eases me open as you use me for your pleasure. Push it in, deep and hard, faster and faster as you use like a doll. You know how I like it, don’t hold back, don’t you dare stop. Make me scream. Pound the headboard in to the wall. Who cares about the neighbors? Let them complain, I love their jealousy. Thrust in and out until we collapse, spent, exhausted by ecstasy. I’ll make a snack while you turn on the TV and catch up on the news.

I just want to be used, I want to make you cum over and over again. I’ll manage the house if you take out the trash. Keep me happy. Be the man and I’ll treat you like a king. Is that so wrong? It feels pretty right to me.

I’m so happy that women can do anything that men can. We can work, we can vote, we can go to war. But, to me, nothing feels as safe a being wrapped in your arms after a good fuck. You pamper me, won’t you let me please you?