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The Visit ~ Part 1 erotic short story #spanking #BDSM #free read

1/27/2014

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The Visit

PART I


He had asked me to find a hotel for his visit to the states and I decided out of all the run down places he should probably stay at the Sheraton. It was a little farther away from my house, but it was the nicest place nearby. He didn’t want to stay in the city. He had told me he wanted to see where I lived.

He had made his reservation and was already on his flight.

I still didn’t really believe it, as I paced the tiled floor at Logan Airport. Was it all a rouse? Was I being taken for a fool?

“Ahh, there she is,” he said, his voice made my body melt—his accent. Yum!

I spun around with a huge grin on my face. My mouth dropped when I saw his day old stubble, how I wanted to touch it and feel it against my most sensitive places.

“What is it, beautiful?” his hand came around my tiny waist and slid down my plump ass.

I moaned softly and flushed instantly from embarrassment. He seemed to enjoy my unease, knowing I hadn’t been touched in quite some time. His hand ran back up my curves, caressing the side of my breast and up to my neck. I squirmed and laughed as he tickled me, scrunching my shoulder to my head, trapping his hand there.

“Sir,” I giggled the word out. And then it hit me, his scent. It was like a welcomed warm ray of sunshine, except it made dribbles of sweet juice dampen my silk panties.

We walked hand in hand to my car and drove a long ride to the hotel. His hand kept teasing me, slipping between my thighs. Sliding up on this inside and making me press the accelerator a little harder than I’d intended.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered. All the hair on my body stood on end and I shivered despite the sun raining in and the warming my skin.

*****

I stood in the center of the room, as he freshened up from his trip. As I looked out the window, my mind swirled on what he had planned. We’d talked for almost a year and finally we would be really doing the things we had discussed.

Hot breath tickled my neck, as he brushed my long blond hair from it. “I think we will need the air to keep us cool,” he said, reaching in front of me and turning the vent on full blast.

The sound was near deafening and perhaps what he had intended. He walked away from me and the cool air took the place of his body heat.

“Undress and come and stand in front of me. Leave your bra and knickers on,” he said and I could hear the grin on his face.

I smiled broadly, knickers, we called them panties. I wore a wrap dress that I knew he liked, because it showed every curve and sometimes snuck peeks at my thigh. I tugged the knot loose and pulled the belt that held the soft, royal blue, jersey-knit dress together. I had my back to him and shrugged it from my shoulders. I let the garment fall gently to the floor.

“Mmmm, beautiful ass. Now turn around.”

I wished I could hear something beyond the humming of the a/c unit and my own heart fluttering. The moment was now, there was no backing out. He looked me up and down, as a lion would his meal and I physically shivered in fear of what I was about to do.

“Come over here,” his voice deepened and I knew it was because he had to repeat himself.

I walked over in my heels and underwear. Why does it always sound sexy in the pages of a book and I felt a little silly? I’m a mom—not a, his hands interrupted my thoughts and moment of weakness.

As they ran under the lace banding at the top, back and forth my eyes closed as need seared through me. My sweet scent intoxicated me as he teased me. I pushed my wanton hips closer to his face. It had been too long, too long, “too long”. I groaned.

“I know it has sweetheart. We will take care of you soon. I love watching you writhe with need in front of me though, it makes me hard.”

My eyes looked into his, no longer a soft blue, but dark like the depths of the sea. My breath hitched and became caught in my throat. I wanted to rip his clothes off of him.

“I want to spank you first,” his voice was low and I could barely hear him.

I knew he was starting slow for me. Helping me become the submissive I wanted to be. I lay gingerly over his lap and my hands touched the carpet on the other side of his leg.

He adjusted himself on the bed and my body on his lap. His erection was already digging into my hip and it made my self confidence rise. He tugged at the pink silk panties, tightening them against my wet pussy. The material was wedged between my cheeks. He ran his hand over my bottom, stroking it and slowly tapping it, warming me and exciting me.

Smack!

“Oh!” I gasped out loudly.

The blood was fighting to rush to my head, my ass, and my clit all at once. It was a phenomenal sensation, as he continued his swats. There was a stinging sensation that ran a streak of lightening to my core. My chest struggled with the large intakes of air I tried to supply it. My mouth became dry as I panted.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Sir, oh fuck!” I cried my fingers clawing at the carpet. I was trying to get a hold of something, as my mind was spinning sublimely out of control.

 The material from my panties was tightly nestled in my pussy and furiously rubbing against my clit.

“Come for me,” he said in a voice that fueled my own lust higher.

In a silent scream, an explosion of fireworks burst though my body. My eyes flooded with tears. I was barely aware he was pulling my shuddering body up on to his lap.

“Fuck, beautiful! No one’s ever come like that on my lap before, from a spanking.”

As I panted, I looked into his smiling face and down between my legs—I had soaked his pants and we had only just begun.

What made her orgasm??
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The Key #freeread #poetry

1/17/2014

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The key to my heart

The key to happiness

The key to love

The key to me

Maybe roses, sometimes chocolates, perhaps sweet nothings, but most of all understand me.

To know me..that is

THE KEY.

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#promo #MLK #Free read "Afternoon Trouble" MasterBation, At Sir's Command deleted scene #masturbation

1/3/2014

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This is what triggered the second book in this series. Find the links below!

Afternoon Trouble


(a deleted scene from Master-bation, At Sir’s Command: The Torn Series Book 1)


Max had told Serena that she couldn’t play with herself unless she had his expressed consent, but she couldn’t help it. All she could do was think about him, his demanding voice and brown eyes, making her tremor at the thought of them.

Her fingers danced around the entrance of her pussy, as his did sometimes, teasing her. She closed her eyes, imagining him being there, she was already wet before she even began.

Dipping her finger inside, she pulled it out to taste it and speaking aloud said: “Yes, sir. I am wet, for you.” She let out a breathy moan.

He always enjoyed watching her taste her own arousal. Today it was light, clean and sweet. However, she had only just begun, she knew it would change to that telltale musk that scent he had told her adored and inhaled every time he devoured her.

She turned her head to the side and pulled one of the C-Clamps toward herself, sliding the cold metal across her skin. She gasped, as it made goose bumps rise and her chest heaved at the intrusion to the warmth that radiated off of her. She squeezed the first soft pink nipple and attached the clamp, reveling in the delicious warmth that penetrated her body. She placed the second on her already erect nipple, ready and waiting. Her body was wanting and yearning for a ground rumbling orgasm.

The juices began to dribble from her cunt and every hair on her body shot up, it was as if static electricity were tugging on her flesh. Serena had feeling like she was being watched; perhaps she might be getting into trouble. Her eyes flicked around and she sat up.

“Oooh,” she groaned, as the weight of the clamps pulled taut on her sensitive breasts. The chain dangled, tapping her on her belly, but she saw nothing.

She laid back down and placed her finger back into her hot mouth. She slowly circled her clit; it was below the surface, begging for play.

She didn’t want to stretch her pussy out, Max would surely know, she laughed internally—she was a terrible liar, she’d probably tell him anyway. F-it! She grabbed the shaft of her vibrator and rubbed it back and forth between her lips, taunting herself and adding much needed pressure to her clit. She slid the pink toy along her slit and her breath quickened.

She began to huff quick pulses of air and she tugged on the chain to inflict a searing line of pain to her crotch. The pain changed to pleasure as it shot through her veins, something that always seemed odd to her, though not in the moment.

Her pussy was wet and her scent rose up to her. She nudged her clit with the ears and her head pressed back into the pillow, “Oh god!”

She took the semi-rigid vibrator and smacked it between her thighs. Every action she did inflicted an image of Him. She wished it were Sir, or at least him telling her to do it. She was having a hard time reaching the heights she was aiming for.

Serena slid the vibrator inside herself and moaned at the burning tightness. It was the same size as Max, but she hadn’t seen him in a while. Her pussy—it seemed, also missed him. As the vibrations rose and buzzed along her hardened nub, she became exasperated that she couldn’t get here.

“Please, please,” she whimpered desperately.

Her eyes lulled to the side and she spied her black hair clip on her bedside table. It was a bigger one with large teeth. A wide grin sprawled across her face.

Serena took the clip and clamped it to the top her moist pussy. She slowly pushed harder and harder, as the vibrations started to bring to closer to the edge. The mixed sensations of pain and pleasure were sending a spiral of heat across her body, as ripples of blackness erased everything in the room, in the world—everything except the inevitable.

“Ohhhh fff—uck!” Her back arched up off the bed and she released the clip that was stinging hard into her soft tissue.

She turned off the vibrations and the pulsing contractions continued to consume her cunt. She slumped back down, panting, as she tried to obtain consciousness again. Releasing her eyes, that had been squeezed so tightly that tears had rolled out.

“Beautiful, my pet.” Max’s voice startled Serena and she jumped.

Serena clamped her hand over her mouth.

“You know what your punishment is…right?”

“Yes, sir,” she nodded lightly and sat up slowly. Removing her vibrator, watching the string of come that had collected; she couldn’t help but grin.

He sat on the bed and she took her position across his lap, his dress pants were harsh against her skin, now set on hyper awareness. Her juices were dripping out between her thighs and the clamps were hanging painfully from her breasts. She knew better than to say another word.

“Count for me, beautiful.” His words and tone were even

The first swat with his hand rang loudly in the quiet room.

“One…” A tear ran down her cheek, Serena was ashamed and dipped her head down further, wishing for more punishment for her defiance and greediness.

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"Dessert...seconds please" #free read short story

1/2/2014

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Dessert…seconds please

I slipped into my red silk nighty. The slight amounts of the fabric it did have, clung to my soft skin. I’d told him to wait, to give me a few minutes. I ran my hand against the thin material, so smooth; I let out a light moan as I slid my hand over my breast, feeling sexy. The watermelon scented candles flickered and the glow danced off the ceiling, as I set my treats on the nightstand.

Lying on the bed, twisting my hips sideways, I grabbed a handful of M&Ms. Starting at my ankle, I carefully lined my body. I pulled at the taut fabric at my chest, sliding my hand across the soft mounds and setting my breasts free. I placed one chocolate kiss on each nipple.

With a giddy grin, and a girly giggle, I knocked on the wall to signal I was ready. My pulse increased and flutters erupted in my belly.

The door opened and instantly, devouring eyes roved my body, which scorched my flesh like flames. He moved to the foot of the bed swiftly. Beginning at my ankle his tongue captured the treats eagerly, three at a time. I tried hard to maintain my composure; keep still, as the kisses melted and clung to my heated nipples. The sensation and anticipation made my clit swell and ache, as my head rocked back. I tried to watch, keep our eyes locked, so desperately I tried. His gaze seduced me more than his mouth.

His lips pulled the remaining candies from my hip, cracking them between his teeth. Roughly, he pushed my hip back and splayed my legs open, as he swallowed the chocolate. I gasped. Shocked at the pure urgency in his eyes; the clouded darkness rolled into them and the hunger that poured from them.

As he crawled up me slowly, his erection tickled the inside of my thigh; I could feel it weeping pre-come across my heated flesh. My breath quickened into short pulses, I couldn’t blink, nor speak. A delicious grin parted across his face. His tongue swirled around each chocolate kiss, plucking it off, as his teeth returned for seconds, scraping against the sensitive tissue and tugging my nipples to points. His teeth moved north and his lips encased my neck, as one hand pressed my wrist above my head.

My other hand fisted his hair, as he roughly forced himself inside my soaked cunt. I pulled my legs up, wrapping them around; pulling him deeper. Each thrust was deeper, harder, as he bottomed out. I couldn’t get enough of the assault. I was panting for more; clawing at his skin with my free hand.

I screamed as my climax neared; I didn’t want it to end. And as it hit, as the heat surged and my orgasm crested, he grunted—alerting me to our simultaneous orgasm. His dew covered forehead dropped, resting on my shoulder. Breathing…breathing…trying to catch his breath.

I hadn’t realized it, but I had bit him. Prying my teeth from his flesh, I asked, “Did you like your dessert?”

“Did you?” he whispered through labored breaths scented with chocolate.

A special thanks to Nicole Ryan for posting this originally!
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