Your grip, the one pinning my eager body between you and the sink, is just this side of painful. I revel in it, the knowledge that I’m trapped, helpless and at your mercy. Your fingers dig in as your length presses deeper, and arousal soaks my thighs as I feel myself clench. My entire body is tense, seeking more, more of everything. I force myself to open my eyes, to watch, knowing it will tip me over the precipice. I watch you in the mirror, watch you focus on where our bodies meet. Your gaze downward, as you withdraw, and then fill me over and over. It is one of the reasons I love when you fuck me against the bathroom counter, I get to see everything.
I whimper wordlessly, so close. I need to come, wanting to ask permission but barely able to speak.
Suddenly, your head tilts up, blue eyes ablaze with need and affection, and you meet my gaze, knowing I’m going to fly apart with your words.
“ Yes baby. Come for Daddy “ .
you tilt my hips just so and pound me relentlessly through my orgasm until I’m a pliant incoherent puddle. I come to, eventually ….and straighten up, arching my spine, pushing my ass into you and squeeze my muscles in time with your thrusts. Watching you yet again, you watch me, gaze sure as you use me, and then the alertness in your eyes starts to cloud over with pleasure. The second your mouth goes slack, dark lashes fanning over cheekbones, I feel you pulse inside me, filling me with come. It makes me clench again, knowing I took every drop, and I moan, my pussy gushing again as I shake.
Your come drips out of me as we collapse against the sink, one of your hands against the mirror, the other wrapped around my torso. We disentangle and I debate jumping back into the bath; then shrug, pulling my dress over my head. I like going out full of your come, it’s as good as a handprint on my ass. “ Mine” , it says… and I love it.
Author: korethekitty
california dreaming
The ceiling fan overhead is whirring softly, an indistinct shape in the dark room. It’s early yet, the world outside still sleeping, but I’ve been roused from my slumber by persistent hands and lips. So attuned to me, you sense the exact moment I wake fully, and without words cease loving me with your mouth. I feel you rise over me, one hand cupping my face. I turn into your touch, brushing your fingers with my lips, before you wind your hand sinuously in my hair, applying gentle pressure as you tug, yes Daddy.
I haven’t yet opened my eyes, sleepily enjoying this. You notch yourself at my entrance, which is damp and aching from your ministrations, and hold, just there. As moments pass, I whimper, arching my hips up, pleading for movement. You resist and I arch more, bending my knees to gain traction, heels pushing against the mattress, begging, incoherent little whines. You chuckle under your breath, then both hands are on my hips, forcefully pinning my impatient body, until I still.
Alternate Reality
I wake in a state of ecstasy, my pelvis spasming, my thighs slippery with a flood of moisture. I lie there, in a tangle of sheets, a sheen of sweat covering my naked body, confused. You were there, I could feel your hands on me, smell your skin, the humid puff of your breath against my ear as you wrapped your body around mine. The thrust of your length inside me, the feel of sharp teeth against the muscles of my neck, marking me, claiming me. It was all real. Frustrated hot tears blur my eyesight as I lay there trying to breathe, trying to keep my throat from closing up. After a few moments I manage to calm myself and walk to the bathroom. I’m washing the salt from my face and look up, meeting my own red, puffy eyes in the mirror, berating myself for being so devastated over a dream, when something catches my notice. I reach for my neck on a gasp, where perfect serrated crescents mar white skin. Dumbfounded, I look down at my wrists, to rope marks with no origin.
Apr 20, 2020
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He commanded her to look at him. Still standing at attention, she took her time, knowing well what was coming. Oh so slowly, she raised her lashes to meet his gaze. Grasping her chin with leashed strength, he tilted her head back, past the point of comfort, forcing her shift her body to ease the strain.
Stepping closer, directly in front of her, the hand at her chin slid back sinuously. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he pulls roughly, and she lets loose an involuntary hiss between pouting lips. His other hand strokes the tender white of her throat, before wrapping it in a vice-like grip.
“ You’ve made this mistake before, babygirl”, he murmurs, his soft voice at odds with his cold words, making her shiver with both arousal and fear.
“ You promised it wouldn’t happen again. I thought you understood me. You are not to touch touch yourself without my permission. Now, I have to punish you. Do you understand? “ .
He leans in, kissing her throat softly… here, there, anticipation and need making her squirm . He pauses at the base of her neck, lips lingering, before sinking his straight teeth into the muscle at her shoulder. Letting go, he steps back from her, arms folded across his broad muscles chest, waiting for her.
Camping ( primal/bdsm/brat-tamer)
Bright morning sun filters through multicolored leaves as they glide to earth from their high perches. Fall in the Ozarks is otherworldly, the vibrant shades of emerald and hunter meld into russet, marigold , and Auburn. The melting heat and cloying humidity give way to crisp clear skies that smell faintly of earth and campfire. Pausing to wipe sweat from my brow, I observe the clearing I’ve just come to. The buffalo river sits 100 yards to the south, beyond a stand of pine and juniper. An aged campfire from the previous occupants makes my decision. Camp will be here.
Unbuckling and easing off my pack, I begin plotting the afternoon, set up camp, kindling, fish for dinner, maybe a quick dip in the river before the day cools too much. He is somewhere behind me, my excitement to be outside always gives way to a lead, while he takes his time; methodical, observing, meditating. Listening for footfalls approaching, although I’m quite certain he’s at least a 1/4 mile behind, I begin removing gear. As my hands brush the coil of blue nylon rope for emergencies, a smile spreads across my face. My thoughts immediately shift from setting up the tent to other pursuits.
“ you will have to wait “
My body is practically vibrating with restrained energy. I wait in the hotel suite as instructed, inspecting both my appearance and the room for imperfections. bottles of water, a pint of whiskey and a pair of tumblers sit beside a small speaker softly crooning muddy waters.
I’m in lingerie of my own choosing, you’ve never shown a preference for any particular set, so I settled on midnight blue lace. The teddy has charming cut outs and tucks in at my waist. the cups push my breasts up under my chin, I rather like the effect. I chuckle to myself and wonder how long it will remain on my body. A last glance in the mirror finds an uncooperative curl, and Im twirling it back into place when I hear a slow, deliberate knock on the door. Every hair on my body stands at attention as butterflies take flight in my stomach. I am so eager to see you, I can see it play out in my head.
Maestro
Long, elegant fingers surround my throat. A melting caress, that grows tighter, gradually, sinuously.
He knows exactly how hard to press, just shy or the line that separates discomfort from panic. When he arrives, and knows he has the attention of every cell in my body.. he leans in. His humid breathe against the delicate shell of my ear sends a minute ripple of want through me. A moment later his low murmur washes over my consciousness, my body shuddering, fighting the battle between obedience and instinct. He senses the war waging, feels the give and take between us. He knows he wields power and desire like a baton, and my mind, body, and soul are an orchestra belonging to him alone. He creates a beautiful and chaotic whirlwind before guiding our notes into a tender finale. He understands the look in my eyes for the plea it is, sets his baton down, and meets my soul in the pit.
6-14-21
17:30
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Surrender
The wine I consumed all evening is burned off by the arousal coursing through my veins. your body pressing, your scent, your breathe melding with mine is making my heart beat a rapid staccato. You whisper in my ear, sweet, then beautiful, then filthy things that make me gasp and then moan. I try to maintain eye contact, but the sensations you coax take over as you relentlessly push me to my peak without mercy.
Long fingers caress the tender skin of my throat, and you squeeze. My eyelids pop open to meet mossy irises that are filled with need and cool, uncompromising control. As the oxygen to my brain depletes I get lost in their depths.
The edges of my vision get fuzzy, then you let go. the air around us vibrates with the force of your will. the look you give me demands I give you everything, and I feel myself being swept under. But I want to push you as far as you’ve pushed me, and I resist even as my heart begs me to yield to you . No, I say in a small voice, and shake my head, desperately trying to maintain my autonomy.
The stranger
The hotel bar is dimly lit, with walnut stained paneling extending from floor to ceiling, the bar running the length of the room. It’s busy, and there isn’t much room, but I had a shit day and desperately need a drink to settle my nerves before I meet this date. so I squeeze in between two men to order, the one on my left has his back to me, the one on my right I notice is gorgeous.
Dark tossled curls, hazel eyes, and nursing a tumbler of amber liquid. My thigh brushes his as I place my order, and although I try not to stare, I bravely take another peek. Our eyes lock and the intensity in them makes my panties instantly dampen as I inhale a quick breathe. Completely mesmerized I cannot seem to look away, even as the bartender tries to hand me my drink and card. I finally manage to break his hold as I distractedly sign and return my card to my tiny purse.
Bratty kitten
Desensitization therapy, I think.
I love this one.
Bratty kitten
It’s been 2 and a half months. To pass the time and distract myself from missing him I’ve been mischievous with an extra dose of brat. Rude texts teasing, deliberately poking the proverbial bear. Knowing I would see him this Saturday was almost too much to take . .
Knowing I would finally have his hands on me was all I could think about all week. And last night I knew just what I had to do. I touched myself without permission. I came multiple times, gloriously so, and recorded every second of my disobedience. I then coyly sent him a text. “ Was feeling terribly naughty with nobody here to make me mind , this is what happens when I’m left all to my lonesome Sir? I forgot who owned this kitty “ .
A few minutes tick by and then my phone pings.
“Noted.” Damn , that was a non reaction, I simultaneously love and hate when he says that. I wanted him to bristle and scold, instead I got indifference. No matter, I know the indifference is feigned, and he’s going to have the devil in his eyes saturday.