Wednesday, March 28, 2007
1. He is satisfying my fetish by having the picture of his cock out of his pants.
2. That cock has such a bend to it that it looks like it's sniffing out pussy.
3. He was kind enough to say in his email "I thought you might enjoy these - after all, you did this to me! Hopefully you'll notice that I have a leaky tiki"
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
As you have no doubt noticed lately my writing has fallen off quite a bit.
I have had writer's block before, but this is different. As i have mentioned before, the brain is the largest sex organ.
At this moment in my life that organ just isn't in the groove. I thought the cybersex/chat would help, but it hasn't. I think it's because it has nothing to do with creativity, it's not truly from me.
I am by no means abandoning the blog.
I will still post TTT and CBW, and maybe the occasional HNT. Perhaps CJ will have something to say from time to time. He has also suggested I do a 'Best Of' every so often.
Finally, it's hard to describe or explain where my mind is right now. I think there's too much analysis going on and it's preventing a free flow of ideas.
When I am not as 'self-conscious' I think my work will flow, be well written, and have more body to it.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
1. To think of or represent an idea or emotion as if it were something that actually exists
2. To reduce somebody, or something that is complex and multifaceted, to the status of a simple object
When it comes to my writing, it’s been more contemplative than inspired lately. One subject that keeps coming to the front of my mind is objectification.
I have been putting pictures of myself, with corresponding fact or fantasy, on this site for almost two years now. I really didn’t think much of it because when the pictures were taken. I was with my lover in the physical act of love, as they say.
Lately I have been getting my cyber pleasure in a chat room on passion.com. I belong to a group there called “Talk Dirty To Me”. When it gets to cybersex, I find a lot of like-minded people, men and women there.
Things are a bit more nasty than the one on one chatting I’ve sometimes described here as stories.
Many times cams are involved and I enjoy getting the guys off and watching them cum. I rarely cum in these sessions, I’m very turned on, but that’s it.
It helps me in my writing. There is usually no small talk, no interesting chat beforehand. We all know why we’re there and we get down to it. Below are some one line examples. They are all from one night’s encounter.
I am there just to be plucked and fucked.
I am objectifying myself on purpose.
How can I be a free, liberated, feminist woman and do that?
I especially pose these questions to female bloggers out there that including pictures of themselves on their site.
Am I a hypocrite because I’m an exhibitionist at heart?
Why do I want to be treated as a lady and be fucked like a whore? At least it feels that way sometimes.
I don’t have any answers here. I’m sure there isn’t just one right one. I needed to rant a bit.
Now for those examples I promised:
debs be our spunk bucket empty our balls
debs want to make me come
ooh honey! your so so sexy, will you lick my cock clean now debs
debs, you licking my drooping happy cock clean is getting me hard again already
loved cumming over your face debs, you were sooo good<>
Your unbelievable, debs! I love fucking u, I'm thrusting harder and deeper now, wanna hear you moan when u cum
scream out my name debs!
I'm still thrusting you hard debs, your unbelievable sexy lady
Yeah honey, luv to make you cum, it's what I was born for
oh god Debs you sure no how to nibble a clit hon don't u
OOOOh Debs, your taking my breath away!
Thanks debs, yet again you were a goddess
my dick is rock hard for you now!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Let's jump into Spring by jumping on some cock.
One thing I did wonder about was the two mirrors he seems to be facing, interesting.
This contributor also included his measurements, now guys that's not necessary, just a yummy handsome cock is all I need. It's even better when my pants fetish is included.
Until next time, keep enjoying.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Every Tuesday I'll have an artfully done picture of that special piece of the female anatomy, the universal fetish.
I think I'll call this one Chained Delight
Sunday, March 11, 2007
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week. So, check out Part Two first.
Mr. W. makes sure that my face meets the floor in with one movement. My ass is forced up in the air and is vulnerable. His cock was so slippery from my slobbering that he easily pushes the head of his dick between my spread cheeks into my tight asshole. I moan out in surprise and again my guilt fills me up.
“No, Please no”, I cry out.
“I bet your husband doesn’t do this to you”, he answers.
“No, no only whores let men do their ass”, I whimper.
“Bitch that just get my dick harder for you, you will be a whore”, he screams at me.
“I’m so bad”, I say almost feeling like crying now.
Mr. W. doesn’t want me to feel bad and begins to rub my pussy.
His touch was magical and the world faded away once again. All that existed were two bodies, and pleasure.
He went ahead and described what my clit looked like as he played with it and slowly fucked my ass. He told me how she was sticking out, swollen beyond my inner lips. He drove his cock deeper into my rosebud asshole and I was driven closer to the edge, ready to cum.
“I want you to cum Debbie”, he barked in my ear.
I instructed him to shove my new rabbit up my dripping pussy. He rams it in my whore cunt as his cock continues to pump at my ass.
This time my moans and screams are in pleasure.
“Fuck baby, bounce those tits”, he groaned as he kept fingering my clit.
I soon squeeze against my vibrator, buck and strong waves of orgasm travel through my pussy.
“Fuck, yes”, I say as I revel in my orgasm.
At the same time, he fills my ass with the heat of a load of his cum.
My breathing is still heavy, but is slowed now, enough for me to ask:
“Untie me please”
Mr. W agrees but makes me promise to have less resistance to any of his advances from now on.
“Yes sir, of course, you made me cum hard”.
How could I resist a man that does that for me?
“Now don’t forget the butter”, he says chuckling
I tell him that I should have gotten the butter at the beginning of all this, then licked his sweet buttery cock.
We ended our evening back in reality and speaking of the special fun of bondage and spanking. I wanted to make sure he didn’t mind it. I explained I didn’t like too much pain, but especially enjoyed being forced and tied up. Mr. W. made a good point: that it can very hot and rewarding as long as there is trust. Trust is the key in that kind of sex play.
Then it was just the pleasant virtual pillow talk, our hopes of seeing each soon, and good night kisses ending it.
I took the following quiz at the iVillage site:
Are You Good In Bed? The Racy Version.
Below are the results. It's stuff that's nice to hear from a source other than your lover once in a while.
Go on, gloat -- you deserve it! Game to try anything once, gregarious and confident in bed, you've not only got few inhibitions and a high sex drive, but you're as sensitive to your lover's needs as you are to your own (and more than capable of satisfying both).
Your huge appetite for hedonistic pleasures attracts swarms of partners. Match up with an equally skilled lover who's as adventurous, imaginative and nonjudgmental as you are and erotic, earth-moving encounters happen daily.
You leave your lovers with a sloppy grin on their faces, and your exes not only still find you excruciatingly attractive, they like you heaps because you're as good at relationships as you are at sex. You give as much as you take; you masturbate both with and without your partner; and you aren't afraid to speak up in bed, encouraging your lovers to do the same. Flexible and gloriously liberated, you'll try anything once trust develops. Go straight to the head of the class!Try the test for yourself here, have fun!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week. So, check out Part One first.
The next time I encountered my lover online I had just received my bath time bunny and I told him about my new arrival. He told me that he would get me all ready for my new toy.
“I need a stick of butter”, he said
He told me that he owed me one and that he was at my door again because he was making cookies and now needed a stick of butter. He promised to share.
He also let me know that this time he had much more time; his wife was away for now.
I had no qualms about telling him that I needed his cock, badly. He was nice enough to tell me that it had gotten that way from looking at pictures of my wet pussy on my website.
I told him that here was something I had been thinking about doing with him lately, but didn’t know if I should let me know.
He told me to go ahead, that it would be all right.
I told him that I was becoming obsessed with the idea of him forcing me to suck and fuck his cock.
He fell into the whole idea so quickly I didn’t wonder if he had been having the same fantasy all along.
He told me that I shouldn’t have resisted his initial advances and kisses before. And now something had to be done about it.
I explained that I had only done that because of my guilt from the previous time. I was worried that my husband would find out.
He started giving me instructions, telling me to shut up and listen to what he was demanding.
He came towards me and came close to plain tearing me clothes off me.
“Your arms behind your back, now!”, he barked at me.
I do as he says and Mr. W pushes me onto my knees.
I turned my head to avoid his glare as he told me that my husband would find out what a slut I am.
He unzipped his pants, my eyes turned instinctively to him and widen at the site of his cock popping out of his pants.
I know I’m being bad. I know I shouldn’t notice, but I can’t help it. I just had to blow him. I could smell his musk and lean over to drool on his dick, literally. I spit on his cock, but he pushed me away. My tits pushed out far because Mr. W was behind me tying my hands behind my back.
When done he comments on how long my nipples are and toys with them.
The feel of the restraints and the site of hard cock were really turning me on.
My thoughts are brought back to my reality with a very hard twisting of my nipples. I was purely his plaything. I couldn’t move.
“You’re going to deep throat my cock woman”, he said almost triumphantly.
“No” I moaned out, refusing.
“I will fuck your mouth bitch”, he demanded again.
“No I can’t suck you, I shouldn’t”, I replied pleading with my capture.
He grabbed my hair and forced my lips open, gates for him, for the meal he was about to feed me. He instructed me not to bite, and I answered with a whimper of
“No sir, I won’t bite”
He pushes his cock slowly down my velvety channel. I succumb to my nature and start sucking, slobbering, and lapping at his fine cock. I make his cock just plain sloppy.
All of a sudden he was three-quarters of the way in and I gagged. I apologized,
“I wasn’t ready sir”
“Take it bitch”, he yelled at me.
I suck harder, my cheeks becoming concave as he fucked my face, in and out rapidly.
I was stuck and all I could do was suck, moaning as he used my face as his fuck hole.
As my tits started bouncing with the thrusts, he shoves his cock almost all the way down my throat.
He grabbed at my nipples and tugged hard, of course making my pussy seem to swell and forcing me to moan and hum on his dick. He pumps me deep and goes into a full-fledged face fuck. I just look up at him as I keep eating his meat. My lips thick and red.
I’ve masterfully taken him all in and all Mr. W can see now are his sensitive balls and they are resting on my chin.
He kept at my tits, twisting, twisting harder. My snatch was steaming and wet.
“Suck my cock, keep sucking honey”, he groaned out.
Then he changed his mind, telling me that he wanted some ‘lady juice’ on his cock.
He pushes me onto the floor, my face to the floor, my hands still tied, and my ass in the air. My pussy soaking, exposed, there just for him.
“Ohh look at that target, bitch!”, he exclaimed
I turn my face to the side and try to see.
Next I feel a quick lick on my swollen puffy pussy lips and shudder and moan out.
“You surprised me sir, thank you”
All the anticipation and cocksucking had brought me to the brink and the licks made me ache to cum.
His tongue plunged into my hot love hole and explores every crevice of my cunt.
My wrists twist against bondage.
Before I have a chance to take another breath Mr. W delved to the depths of my pussy with his rock hard cock at the same time telling me how my husband isn’t going to like what he’s doing to me.
“Smack my bad ass, smack me while you fuck me”, I pleaded.
He complied and spanked me until my cheeks were red. It was to his benefit too; with each slap, my pussy hugged his dick.
He pulled out of me and turned me around again, on my knees, facing him.
“Suck now, you’re my sex slave pig”, he commanded.
“Yes sir, that’s right, I forgot I’m your cock pig”, I answered
I took him back into my mouth, but this time I could taste my tangy juices on him.
One of my tits is the next part of body to receive attention. As he slams harder into my mouth one hands slides up to a happy tittie. His caress are the opposite of his what his cock is doing to my mouth, they are gentle, sending sensations from my nipples to my stomach. He tells me how my big tits are warm and heavy in his hand, going on to tell me that I am his pig, his tramp. I nod my head in answer to his curses.
He twists at my nipple and I take him deep into my throat and moan on him.
Now he tells me that he needs to release and I can taste his salty precum as it hits my tongue.
He asks me where I want him to spray me this time.
“Push me down on my face again”, I replied.
Finish it up with me in Part Three.
Friday, March 9, 2007
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week.
Mr. W and I set up a fantasy scenario, the fact that we lived near each other in the same condo.
One evening he gave me call; he needed a cup of sugar and was asking to borrow some from me.
There was a knock on my door within 2 minutes. Funny, even though I was expecting him, my body still shuddered when I heard the sharp knock.
I knew who it was and I knew it was somebody I wanted, in the worst way.
I instinctively looked out the peephole and there stood Mr. W., looking very anxious.
I answered the door, only wearing the bottoms of my long, red, silk pajamas.
I invited him in immediately once the door closed, his jaw dropped and he nervously said:
“I don’t have much time, my wife is waiting”. He was speaking to my hard nipples, not my eyes, but I didn’t care. I was getting the hoped for response.
“I’ll make it fast”, I said to him as I took off my pajama bottoms and squatted in front of him. I unzipped his pants and grabbed at his already stiff cock, pulling it into the light and for me to admire.
No pauses, no teases, I finger my clit as I sucked Mr. W deep into my mouth.
He just stood there and moaned out in mind-blowing pleasure.
This time it was all about him, I wanted it that way, he needed it that way.
His hands grabbed at the thick dark strands of my hair as I began to swallow him up. Soon he was pushing my face to the base of his cock. This quickly caused his balls to rest against my chin.
“Suck it off babe, just suck it off”, he groaned.
My head started bobbing on his rock hard hot dick, sucking and gulping at it.
I tickled at my clit faster as I felt him grow even thicker against the inside of my cheeks.
“OH Deb I want to cum on your whore face”, Mr. W moaned out as he pulled his cock out of me loving mouth. By now I was outright fingering my wet cunt.
“On your knees bitch”, he commanded. I quickly pulled my fingers out of myself and dropped to my knees.
He vigorously jerked off pointing his cockhead right towards my face.
A few grunts and the spray of white-hot goo was landing on my lips, cheeks, eyes, and hair.
He must have emptied every single drop in his tight sack onto me.
“I have to get home Debbie”, he said as he zipped up.
I got his sugar for him.
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll need a stick of butter”, he said impishly.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
This is from a reader that visits almost everyday, and I'm very glad that he is enjoying our blog.
In is he email he said:
"so I hope this will do."
Believe me this does very well. Thanks again and keep visiting!
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
When I first got onto the internet in the mid '90's I was fascinated by this form of mutual masturbation.
Now my involvement isn't only for my pleasure or satisfaction, but also because it helps me in the role as sexblogger.
When I cyber I like the man, or woman, to be able to keep up with me, I need things to move along because inevitably things are escalating.
The other night one man was watching my cyber antics with one of new "regulars". He actually asked me if I was a 'bot'. When I asked why he would say that he said that my responses were so quick. The virtual lover I was with defended my honor by explaining what a quick wit I had to our audience.
It hit me then that the cyber sessions I have now actually keep me sharpened in regards to my writing skills. Of course it has a wonderful bonus of orgasm.
But seriously folks when I write a story, whether it's truth or fiction for this site, I have plenty of time to write it, edit, rewrite, until it says things just the way I want it. When I cyber the pace is quicker the need is more urgent. I have to quickly think of new ways to say the same old things and I find a lot of fun in that.
Yeah, I guess now I have a new fetish, semantics.
It's probably just a phase or stage I'm going through now, but I think several of my upcoming stories will be based on experiences and learning in my new favorite chat room.
As always, I hope my readers will let me know their thoughts on all of it.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
There is something in my mind that pictures this coat at a cocktail party from decades ago.
My nipples obviously like it.