TMI Tuesday: September 18, 2018

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1. Which animal listed below represents your true sexual self?
a. Chipmunk – cute and cuddly
b. Monkey – all about being mischievousness
c. Tiger – I’ve earned my stripes

Could probably be a combination of all three depending on my mood but I’d say C

2. Your partner is in the mood for sexy fun and you are tired – what do you do?
a. Start snoring. There is no way I’m giving it up tonight.
b. Trade. You give me a massage… and we will see…
c. That would never happen!

C without a doubt. I’m very lucky in that both our libidos are very intense and closely matched so it’s never been an issue.

3. Which of these sexual descriptive labels closely matches you?
a. Dominant
b. Submissive
c. Top
d. Bottom
e. Switch
f. Kinkster

Without a doubt it’s A.

4. Would you rather have your enemy eaten by a shark or die in an earthquake getting swallowed up by earth?

I can’t really say I have any enemies to speak of and I’d imagine if I did it wouldn’t really bother me how they met their fate, just as long as they were out of my hair!

5. For the next year, would you rather be dressed like a mime every day OR look normal but not be allowed to talk?

Oh my god mimes have terrible outfits! I’m not a big talker a lot of the time anyway so I guess staying silent in my own clothes wouldn’t be too much of a hardship.

Bonus: What’s the most beautiful word in the world

Without a doubt……….Love.

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Insatiable

She heard the unmistakable growl from his throat as his body stiffened, his almost insatiable appetite temporarily satisfied several times that evening. She smiled inwardly to herself, rather pleased at being able to keep up with his libido. She had worried when they first got together but was happy to find they were a good match.

Her body trembled slightly and she let out a little giggle, what she referred to as a girly giggle. This was quite new to her. She wasn’t known for being girly but there was something about Him that made her feel small and girly.

She looked up at him, peering over her glasses, his blue eyes highlighted against the dark shadow of his beard. His eyes were still wild with desire and he had the slightly smug grin on his lips that she really liked. It meant he was really happy and nothing made her happier then seeing him smile. “Feeling better” she giggled again. 

He beamed back at her “My good girl” he growled in a hoarse voice, “Time for your reward I think”.

Without ceremony he yanked her legs apart once more and buried his face between them. He inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her scent. Her body reacted just as he knew it would. Instantly her nails dug into his scalp, as if trying to force his tongue deeper inside her. She seemed to read his mind. This wasn’t to be a long drawn out session, he wanted to cum quick and hard.

He slipped his finger inside her and she reacted instantly, shuddering and making her own imperceptible sounds. He smiled inwardly to himself as her body had another powerful orgasm. Knowing how sensitive she was, he continued using his tounge, knowing fine well the delicious torture she found it! Right to the point he knew she could take no more…..

He stood up and stood over her, her juices covering his beard. She giggled again, “Your quickies are damn intense! I think I’m gonna keep you”.

Right here, right now

The night, hot, sultry, sticky. My mass of body hair really not helping. Nor does your unnecessary babydoll you insist on wearing, although your shyness is utterly cute and endearing and I really wouldn’t change it.

I’m only aware of your breathing, light, I can tell you’re just dozing. At least you are doing better than me. I can feel the heat radiate from you added to the smell of your perfume. It’s a heady, intoxicating and addictive mix. I feel myself harden, yeah sleep is even less likely to happen now!

Briefly you open your eyes, just for a fraction of a second, just enough time for me to see that fire I love. Dunno if it’s conscious but you always do it!

I roll on top of you. Not subtle, not gentle. How many times have we fucked already tonight? Meh, I’ve really no idea. All I know is right now I need to have you! It’s primal, raw and urgent. Slow love making, long well planned scenes are for later. Now is the time for unabated lust.

You’re awake fully now as I slip easily inside you. Eyes wide with lust, nails already sinking into my skin the way I like it. Exactly on the same wavelength as we always are. Your thighs wrapped firmly around my back. 

Teeth, nails, clawing, biting, just both exactly what we need. Both your hands pinned firmly to the pillows as we get closer. Yes, we are close. “Cum for me babygirl” I almost whisper it. Both our bodies tense before we simply collapse and hold each other tightly. No more words pass between us. The look in your eyes says everything as we finally start to doze.

All Mine

He had almost fooled himself for a while. He had planned it over and over in his head so many times. He wasn’t a man to leave anything to chance. It was where he was most comfortable, most at home. Where words meant nothing and actions did the talking. He thought he was going to be in control of himself fully. But no plan is foolproof.

The instant they stepped into the room together the floodgates opened. All pretence, all careful planning gone in an instant. He grabbed her so hard and slammed her against the wall that she was momentarily winded. He kissed her with an ferocity that surprised even him. Her body seemed to melt in his arms. 

He kissed and nibbled her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt. “Aww fuck, you’re not playing fair” she gasped breathlessly as he scraped his teeth very slowly and deliberately down her collarbone. The ghost of a smile played on his lips as his hand fumbled with the waistband of her trousers.

He pulled down her loose fitting trousers and was pleasantly surprised to see she was commando. He kissed her hard again as his hand slipped between her thighs feeling the slick wetness of her shaven cunt. Burying his finger deep inside her and hearing the soft moans escape from her lips. “Mine” he growled in her ear as he withdrew his fingers and put them in his mouth, savouring the taste of her before grabbing her by the arm and throwing her onto the bed.

In one swift movement he pulled of her trousers and buried his face between her legs. Her body stiffened and fell limp again as his tongue worked hungrily into her, deeper, faster, exploring every part of her. He felt her body shudder once more and he knew he had to have her now.

Pulling down his jeans, in one swift movement he was inside her. Pinning both her hands above her head as she wrapped her legs around his back. He wanted her so much right now, hard, fast and raw. Releasing her wrists she clawed at his neck as he sank his teeth in to her skin.

He felt her tighten around him, gripping his cock tightly,her body shaking once more as he started to cum. All at once he collapsed on top of her. He became suddenly aware of the smell of her perfume as he softly kissed her neck.

“You missed me then?” she muttered and started laughing. All in all, a good start to the evening.

Power

Her whole body shuddered again as another orgasm raced through her. How many times had it been now? She’d tried to count in her head but she’d long since lost track.

Then it stopped again, she relaxed, trying to prepare herself for the enslaught on her senses that she knew would inevitably come again. She moved her head very slightly, in fact that was the only part of her body she was able to move. He’d tied her tight, face down on her bed. A small remote control vibrator buried deep in her swollen cunt.

She was conscious of him standing over her. She had a fair idea of what was about to happen and once again she felt her body shudder as the cold steel blade touched the top of her spine. She buried her face in the pillow as he scrapped the blade slowly and methodically over her shoulder blades. She bit down on the pillow to stifle her moans as he ran the point down the entire length of her spine. And then it was gone.

Catching her breath she imagined him standing behind her, his cold blue eyes staring at her, watching for her reactions, seeing if she’d react. She knew fine well if she did he’d prolong things even further. He was teasing her with his inaction and leaving her to wonder what would happen next. Lost in her own intimate world with his hand firmly guiding her.

Looks that kill

​She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Her body was pinned hard against the wall by his considerable bulk. His right  arm had encircled her waist and his left hand was wrapped so tightly in her hair that to struggle would have been futile. He was surprisingly gently but left her in no doubt of his intentions. His mouth wasted no time in devouring hers. All in all, it was fair to say he was more than a little pleased to see her.

Eventually he broke off and stood back to look at her. She was flustered but not so much that she didn’t remembered her special trick of looking up at him seductively over the top of her glasses knowing full well what his reaction would be. “Upstairs” he growled in his gruff voice.

He shrugged off his jacket and rucksack as he entered the room. As he turned round he was pleased to see she had anticipated his next command. She had often joked that they lived in each others head. He liked that thought during their long periods apart. He often wished though he could see even deeper into that mind of hers. He often felt he was merely scratching the surface.

She was already naked before him, her eyes cast demurely to the floor. He noted though, as always, the slightest flicker of defiance as she peered suruptisiously over the frames of her glasses once again. He smiled inwardly as he walked around her and admired her body. How long had it been since he’d gazed at her? Too long he thought to himself, far too damn long.

Bending down he whispered in her ear “Assume the position” which she dutifully did, her knees on the floor, the rest of her body spread over the bed. At her most vulnerable, her most trusting. He ran his hand through his beard as he looked at her. Focus, he thought to himself.

He reached into his rucksack and started to empty the contents. He found at once what he was looking for. A shudder of anticipation ran through her body as she heard the familiar sound of the large curved monochrome blade being withdrawn from it’s sheath. A slight gasp from her lips as the cold steel touched between her shoulders. Not the slightest of movements from her though as his well practised hand drew the blade slowly down the length of her spine. Firmly enough to mark it’s progress but softly enough not to break the skin. 

He withdrew the blade and picked up the large coil of rope he’d withdrawn from his bag. He looped the first coils around her shoulders and began working slowly and methodically. He never rushed this stage, preferring to savour each knot, each turn of the rope, binding every part, watching closely as the rope bit into her skin. His mind was  whirling into overdrive as his creation took shape. He stopped to check on her, she had her distant dreamy look on her face so he continued. Only when he was finally happy did he stop and stand back to admire his handy work.

He had no idea how much time had passed as he withdrew his homemade flogger and his heavy leather strap from his bag. Time was always an irrelevance and had a way of standing still when they were together. He held the flogger tight in his hand. She seemed to sense what he was doing and gave her ass cheeks a teasing, almost unnoticeable wiggle. He raised the flogger and brought it down twice quickly on his own leg, gauging the feel of the unfamiliar tool on his own skin before he let it loose on his prize trussed up beneath him.

And so he began his rhythm with the flogger, strokes landing and painting a collage of red strokes across her pristine cheeks. Stopping occasionally to check on her reactions which he already knew would be just the ghost of a smile on her full lips. They both knew though that this was only the aperitif and that the main course was still to be served and would be longer and far more drawn out but ultimately more satisfying.

He threw the flogger aside and hefted the heavy leather in his hand, feeling the thick leather between his fingers. He brought it down hard across both cheeks. Her body stiffened and let out a gasp, mostly he knew from the initial surprise. She would never react to the pain, she was too stubborn.

So once again he found his rhythm. Sometimes he would bring down a quick succession of strokes, other times he would pause, let the sting of the stroke subside before delivering a fresh one. Watching with pleasure the vivid red now spreading across her skin. Every so often grabbing a handful of her hair and lifting her head. All the time watching for her almost imperceptible movement that was his cue to continue. The silent communication that often passed between them. Despite being both very much in their own private worlds at that point, still in tune.

Again he had no idea of time but he knew when she had had almost enough. Today wasn’t a day for pushing too far. He stood over her once more, a single bead of sweat rolled off his nose and landed on her cheek. His breathing was starting to return to normal. As he untied her his mind played over this as it always did. He had a sudden urge for a glass of whisky and he’d bet his life she’d be asking for a glass of wine any minute now.  The night was young and there was much more fun to be had.

Lullaby

​I feel you stirring beside me. Your fingers delicately and playfully twisting and twirling the hairs on my chest. Your lips softly nuzzling the side of my neck. My nostrils taking in the aroma of you, last night’s perfume still lingering. I open my eyes and as they adjust slowly to the 3am gloom I take in the outline of your body. 

As you slip from view beneath the duvet suddenly all thoughts of sleep vanish and I’m fully alert. Your soft full lips fix themselves around my rapidly stiffening cock. The faintest slurping sounds emerging from beneath the duvet as you work your magic. I wish you could see my face right now. It’s a strange mixture of lust, pleasure and my attempts to control myself. Biting my lip hard to remain in control of my senses as your magic mouth goes to work on me. I don’t know how you do it but I never want it to stop.

You throw off the duvet, all of a sudden the night air doesn’t seem so cold to either of us. Pulling back your long dark hair your eyes meet mine in the half light. Hypnotic, dark and mysterious. You hold my gaze for just a fraction of a second before instinctively casting your gaze downward. 

You roll from between my legs and attempt to straddle me. “No” I say firmly and with one swift movement roll you onto your back. I pin you hard to the bed. For a fraction of a second you seem to want to resist but  Your eyes are telling a different story now. Vulnerable but still full of desire. I roll myself onto you. The weight of my body pressing onto the curves of yours. 

Your body yields. I sink fully inside you. Instinctively my hands pin yours to the bed. Unable to move, no words pass between us, none are needed. Your eyes now don’t leave mine. They are telling their own story now. Still burning with desire but with a hint of softness, almost imperceptible to all but me. Pleading gently for the release we both crave at this moment…

Pride

Standing over you, watching, listening to you breathing. 

Sweat from me drips onto your skin, intermingles with the rope and the vivid red visible on your pale skin. 

The controlled raw brutality of the past few hours now gently ebbing from me. Calm now taking it’s place. Not just calm though.

Pride.

The scowl, dark, brooding, so long a permanent fixture on my face has been replaced by a smile.

In these arms

She had been giving him the grand tour of the house. He was actually quite enjoying it. It was fun and she was good company as he had come to discover. He knew fine well though she was saving the best till last. The large dark foreboding attic at the top of the house. She had teased him about it, calling it her own private playroom. To say he was looking forward to visiting it with her was an understatement.

They walked upstairs and as they walked into the attic he felt very at home. It was dark and atmospheric. Very bare and minimalist. Dotted around were carefully positioned candles. They gave the whole room a very dark Gothic atmosphere. Coupled with the scent from them and the  heat of a warm summer evening it was an intoxicating combination.

He was quite taken with the place. He tried to conceal it but a ghost of a smile flickered on his face. She obviously spotted it too as she had a knowing smile as she looked up at him before bowing her head formally.

He walked over to her and ran his fingers through her long dark hair before grabbing a handful and jerking back her head. She gasped audibly as he kissed her. A raw, harsh aggressive kiss that hinted of the mood that was building rapidly inside him. As their eyes met, he noted the defiance in hers. Her teeth clamped down firmly on his bottom lip. This was no gently nibble though. He didn’t react but he could now taste the blood welling in his mouth. For maybe 20 seconds she was firmly fixed before releasing him. He stepped back and looked at her. Once again she dropped her eyes to the floor. He uttered a single word “strip”.

He turned and began his usual routine. He slowly stripped until he was wearing only his jeans and then started to unpack the toy bag. All the time controlling his breathing and getting himself ready.

He turned to face her now. She was naked in front of him, eyes cast down once more. He reached into his bag and took a short length of thin rope. He walked slowly behind her, his eyes fixed the whole time. Again he grabbed her long dark hair though this time he used the rope to tie the thick hair into a rough ponytail.

He walked back to his bag and withdrew several large neat coils of rope and a thick leather collar. She instinctively raised her chin and he slowly and carefully fastened it around her neck. He began uncoiling the rope. He bent down and put his mouth to her ear. “Slow dance” he whispered cryptically. The smile that spread over her face was infectious. Indeed he had to turn away or he may have found himself grinning!

He began with his work. He moved slowly and methodically, each wrap round her torso perfectly positioned. Each one tight enough just to bite into her skin but not enough to hurt too much. He noted the little shivers running through her body and the gentle purrs from her mouth every so often.

Once satisfied with the harness on her he began work on her wrists. Binding both carefully before raising her arms over her head and looping the rope over the hook in the ceiling.

There she was, all his, in his hands. He placed his hand under her chin and raised her head to look in her eyes. He could see already the dreamy look in them. She was in her happy place already. He placed his hand around her neck and kissed her hungrily once more before tying a blindfold around her eyes.

He took his large curved knife and scraped it over her skin, noting with satisfaction her soft moans. He traced the tip down her body slowly, taking his time. As he reached her hip he nicked the tip into her skin drawing blood. A warm dreamy smile spread over her face as the blood trickled from her skin. He dipped his finger in it and painted marks on her face before placing his finger between her lips.

He ran the knife down between her legs, dragging the blade through the thick bush of pubic hair, letting the cold steel linger. Her body was now a series of shivers. He knew how much pleasure or pain she was experiencing, she would never make a sound.

He knew now what they both wanted. Slowly he withdrew the leather belt from his jeans. Wrapping it round his hand he lifted it to her face and watched as she inhaled the scent of the new leather deep within her nostrils. He withdrew it and didn’t pause as he swung it hard against her buttocks. Her whole body convulsed. He swung it again quickly, again the same reaction but with a soft deep purr from deep inside her. Several more times he swung the belt and he watched her body going more and more limp.

He dropped the belt and picked up the knife once more. Slicing through the ropes to free her she seemed to melt into his arms. He sat down on the bare floorboards of the attic and pulled her close into his arms. Both their minds on fire. She breathed heavily, her face buried in his chest. Her safe place.

Grind

​All resistance melts.

All fighting stops as the hand encircles the neck. 

The noise stuck fast in a primal silent scream. 

The knife works fast, unyielding. 

Clothes despatched in tatters. 

Flesh owned. 

White lines turn to red. 

A madness consuming both. 

Dragged, thrown, ravaged, devoured. 

Surrendered to the carnal frenzy burning within them