Voyeuristic Indulgence

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I have been struggling of late in my writing.  I miss it but it is as if the words will not flow.  I start typing and then nothing.  Nothing comes out right.  Nothing makes sense.  Nothing has the flow.  Ugh!

So I am trying this once again….

Hold on tight cause here we go!

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My apartment is so hot.  Because of this, I lay on top of my sheets, naked.  Have the window open and the fan going above me, blowing cool air on my sweat-covered body.  Tossing and turning trying to get cool and sleepy.  I have a busy day tomorrow and need to get to sleep but it eludes me.  

I listen to the night sounds of the apartment complex and it’s surroundings.  A dog barking in the distance, a fox or some other animal digging in one of the bins, a cat meowing to get in to its home.  But, wait, what is that other sound I hear?  Far away moaning?  Surely not outside, right where anyone from the building can see and hear them.   It sure sounds like it though.

Sliding off the bed I walk to the window to see if I can find the body this moaning comes from.  I look around the ground, about 12 feet below my window, but nothing to be seen.  Now it sounds to be on the same level as where I stand.  There are several other windows open in our building.  So now to determine where this sexy sound is coming from.  

My neighbors next door are away on holiday for the week, so not them.  The good looking guy just across the way went to bed early after I saw him strip down, climb in bed and turn off the lights.  Jess, my friend that lives two doors down to the left of him, is out with her boyfriend and most likely staying with him for the night.  

Then I spot movement in the apartment two down on the right from good looking guy.  Hearing more moaning, I look intently at the window and see two figures moving around near the window.  Pulling clothes off each other and groping one another.  Tall, dark muscular guy pulls the dress over the gal’s head and quickly removes the bra.  Shorter, nicely shaped blonde gal already has stripped his shirt and trousers off.  It’s like watching my own personal sex movie.  He turns her around in one move and throws his body against hers, pushing her to the window.  Biting her neck and earlobes, he reaches around kneading her breast in one hand as the other hand slides down to her mound.  She holds on to the window frame leaning back into him.

I catch my breath, knowing I should move away from the window and give them privacy, yet I am spell bound, watching and listening.  Reaching slowly down with my own hand, I slide my fingers to my folds, feeling the building wetness as my body reacts to what I see and hear.  

Piercing her with his cock he is now pounding her against the window as they both moan and groan with their pleasure.  They are so lost in one another they don’t think to worry about anyone seeing or hearing them.  Or even care that someone might.  Their lust for one another has taken them to a place they need to be fulfilled.  

I feel the pleasure of my own making rising.  Moaning, I quickly look to see if they hear or see me.  No, they are too lost in their moment.  

The intensity now escalating, their moans getting louder and she squeals as she releases.  He reaches around and plays with her clit, bringing her back up quickly, as they reach their climax together.  I turn my head into the room and moan as my orgasm hits me at the same time. 

Catching my breath, I look back their way to see if they are still there.  She has turned around, and they are kissing as he pulls her into the room away from the window.  I take another deep breath and giggle at myself for that bit of voyeuristic indulgence.   Looking around, I try to see if anyone else possibly saw me or them. 

As I pass over good looking guy’s window, I see a movement and he steps forward.  Naked, slim, muscular body, hand around his cock, smile on his face and he blows me a kiss.  We smile a conspiratorial smile and retreat back into our rooms for the night.  

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2 Souls On Fire

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My song I am sharing is 2 Souls On Fire by Bebe Rexha

Any time I hear this song (in one of my song lists) I just want to hear it again.  It’s fun and gets your mind in places, good places. 😉

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My daydream as I listen to the song:

On our walk there are storm clouds overhead.  We pick up our pace to get to our cabin before we are caught in the downpour.  

The wind picks up and rumbling starts. We see our shelter just ahead and as we move faster, the rain starts.  Not just light, but big drops as if being pelted with water rocks.  We run as we get drenched in the last few feet before our cover.  

Once inside, we quickly remove our soaked clothes and grab towels to dry each other off.  Rubbing your skin and working my way down, to your feet and back up.  Stopping as I get to your cock that is now excited and hard for me.  I cannot help myself and I kiss the tip, sliding my tongue around it, pulling it into my mouth.  Lightening brightens the room, thunder makes our surroundings shake.  You groan and lean over, pulling me to my feet.  

You cover me with the towel you are holding.  Drying my chill-bumped skin slowly and sensually.  Stopping at my breasts, kissing and sucking each nipple.  I moan with pleasure.  

Dropping the towels we cling to each other as we kiss and quickly  stumble together to the bed, falling over onto it.  Thunder rolls over us again.  

Our desires over-take us and like two souls on fire we can’t get enough.  Touching, caressing, completely devouring one another.  We are lost, breathing heavily, bodies hot and covered in sweat from the need and thirst for skin on skin, heart to heart, soul to soul. Moving together and within the other till we are one.  

And as we come down from our reveling in each other, we lay there, arm in arm, listening to the thunder and the rain as the lightening lights up our surroundings.  

It’s not long, with the heat building up between us, as if the thunder and lightening is within us, that we are lost again as two souls on fire.

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Just a little daydreaming with a song is always great! Gets you in the mood for something really good later. 😉

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Fantasy in Poem

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As I searched for something to choose for my fantasy writing, I saw that so many of us women have the same fantasies.  Nice to know we aren’t alone.  But I want to do something different. So…

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As I am guided into the room

It feels as dark as a tomb

With a blindfold over my eyes

So I can fully experience my surprise

Pulled over to the edge of a bed

I sense there is another body instead

Of just my lover and mine

And a tingle goes up my spine

I am laid back upon the mattress 

Then feel what seems like a cactus 

Rolling, prickly down my chest and over my nipple

A person moves closer and there is a ripple

In the bed covers and my body

Sensing all the possible naughty

Things we will be doing for this time together

As they have me tethered

In this time and space

I can’t believe I am in this place

Where my fantasies will be given

And all we share driven

By our insatiable desires all night long.

Warped and Perverted Thing To Do

“You are so warped!” Maggie laughs as Max tells her what he has planned for her, “But I like it!”

“I thought you would.”

“So where are we going and what do we need to do?”

“I have everything planned.  Since we planned on coming here to this club I have been planning.  We are going into the private rope and harness room. I will just need you to strip bare so I can get to you easily once we are in there.”

“Okay! I’m really excited about this.”

“Me too.”

As they enter the room Maggie takes off all her clothes and stands waiting for Max to direct where he needs her to be.  

Once he has set out the things he will use on the table he directs her to stand under the pulley.  He works the rope around her body, making a harness around her chest and back area.  He then has her lay down on the mat she is standing on and proceeds to tie her legs and connect that bit to the harness.   Fastening her to the pulley, lifting her up off the mat and into the air where she is now suspended.  Working on it a bit more, making sure he has secured her properly.  Each sensitive area open for him to reach and use. 

She watches, breathing steadily, knowing what his plan is and wondering how she will react once he starts.  

The whole time he has focused on tying the rope, he constantly checks in to make sure she is okay; the rope wasn’t too tight or loose and touching her every now and then to keep them connected.  

She feels so different suspended this way.  She is excited in anticipation on how he will take this, yet confident she will enjoy this time they share.  He walks over and places a blindfold over her eyes.  

“I want you to just feel.  You know my plan, but I don’t want you to see each thing I will be doing.  Just enjoy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says with a smile.

The first thing she feels is such a slight touch she is not sure what it is, or if it is actually anything, until he moves from her arm to her right breast with it, to her nipple.  She shivers.  A feather!  He swirls it around each nipple, down her belly to her mound.  Teasing it around that most sensitive area and on down her legs.  He touches right on the underside of her right knee and she giggles.  

“Ssshhh…” he says with a smile.  

She pinches her lips together to try and hold another giggle in as he does the same to the other knee. 

He continues, but this time it is something that has more than one feather.  Or is it bristles, like a brush?  Oh yes, that is it.  Like a paint brush.  

His light touch moves down to her feet and she flinches when he reaches right on the bottom of her left foot.  He wiggles and curls it around.  She can’t help the laugh that escapes from her mouth this time.  She twists her head from one side to the other, squeezing her eyes shut, even though blindfolded.  Her reaction is even more so with her right foot.  Trying to move her legs, but can’t as they are tied in a way she cannot move away at all.   

“Mmmm…I found a really sensitive spot here,” she hears him smile as he says, “lets see where else you might be ticklish and sensitive.”

He continues up and down her body finding each and every spot with different items he uses.  After the brush, he uses a small flogger, then a crop. Last but not least, his fingers.  Oh the response he receives from just the use of his fingers after all he had done is the best! She laughs so hard that she screams.

Now that was a perverted thing to do for play, but they both loved it.  

Once back home after their session, they had great sex and then a wonderful, exhausted sleep. 

My Own Sexy Ménage à Trios

*Picture is from the beautiful Marie Rebelle of Rebel’s Notes

It’s very quiet over here, like I am home alone. But I’m not…

My roomies are here.  Both in their shorts and t-shirts.  Bo, with brown hair, all six feet, three inches of bronze body and works out to get himself so toned.  Tim on the other hand, plays sports, so, solid six feet, athletic physique and blonde.  All the girls fall for him.  Playing their game, headphones on, being all macho and totally focused on beating one another.  I could be doing anything and they wouldn’t even know.  

Maybe watching a sex video. Getting turned on and playing with my cunt. Getting completely naked right on the couch, playing with my nipples and making them stand at attention, my body needing more.  

Hmmm, sounds fun! Not my norm, but definitely a sexy daring idea.  

But, here I sit with my auburn hair up in a pony tail, work out pants and sports bra on.  I did some yoga this morning before coming in here to read and watch these guys in their quiet war.  I would be a complete klutz trying to get out of these pants easily.

‘There are other ways to enjoy myself,’ I think.  And although this book is really hot, I want visual.  I put down my book and pick up my tablet.  I look back at the guys and they are totally engrossed in their game.  

I find a great threesome video and start watching it.  It’s so real.  No fake noises or acting. I put myself in the girl’s place.  Imagine myself being the one with the two guys.  Being played with and enjoyed by them.  I have dreamed of it so often.  Who wouldn’t, living with two roommates like these guys to be around daily?   

I’m so horny it’s automatic that my hand slides down and into my pants.  Finding my folds. I caress them slowly with my fingers, sliding up and down and finding my clit at the top.  Circling and putting a little pressure on it. Feeling so good, I want more.  

Propping the tablet up on a pillow on the cushion beside me, I now have both hands available.  Glancing over at the guys, they are still playing but have slowed down.  I pause to watch a moment to make sure they are not stopping.  They banter back and forth a few minutes than continue on with their game.  

So I now ramp up my game.  Having both hands, one on my clit and the other finger fucking my pussy.   I’m so lost in my enjoyment and need that I have lost focus on the guys and don’t see that they have noticed me and have stopped playing their game to watch me at mine.  

My eyes closed now, not focused on the scene in front of me on the tablet, I don’t realize until I feel extra hands on the tips of my breasts that I am not alone any more.  My eyes open, startled to see Bo there, looking down at me.  Tim is kneeling beside me where my hands are.  

He looks back at me, blue eyes hot with desire, “Can we help?”

I hesitate.  Even though I have wanted this for so long, I was scared it would ruin our relationship as roomies, so I never pursued it.  

“This is something we have wanted with you, Jesse.  Please say yes,” Bo says, gorgeous brown eyes pleading.  

I nod and in a split second, pants and bra are off and gone.  The guys are naked and I am no longer watching the video, but experiencing my own sexy ménage à trois.

One Of Those Stormy Days

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There are days Susie doesn’t feel submissive at all.  This is one of those days.  No matter what Daddy tells her she wants to go against it.  Something has been brewing in her for the past few days and she doesn’t know what.  She is frustrated and emotional.  

Today when Daddy gets home from work he tells her he is going to sit and read the paper while she finishes up in the kitchen.  She stops what she is doing and just watches as he comes over, gives her a kiss on the cheek and then moves on to the living room and sits in his favorite chair to read.  

This hits her wrong and she is steaming inside as she cleans up her mess from preparing dinner and getting things on the table.  By the time everything is ready she is livid, feeling he doesn’t care how she is or if she wants some time with him.  He is too worried about reading the paper and relaxing.  

“You know, Daddy, it would be nice if you came in here to talk to me while I finish up. I would like some of your time since I haven’t seen you all day.  But instead, you feel you would rather read the paper and be away from me.” She says heatedly, not thinking of how she sounds having worked herself up to this explosion internally.  

He looks at her, says nothing, looks back down at the paper and continues reading what is in front of him.  She wants to scream but sees it probably won’t do anything to make him move.  Yet, she can’t help what comes out next.  

“Fine! Dinner is ready.  I am going to the room.” And she flounces off to the bedroom and sits on the bed in a huff, folding her arms across her chest like a child that has been scolded and giving her best pout. 

She waits, listening intently to hear if he is following her to the room.  Nothing.  She places her hands on both sides of her legs on the bed and holds the covers in her grip.  Listening.  Still nothing.  

In another huff, she pushes herself off the bed and peaks out the door and down the hall to see if he is there.  Nope, not there.  She walks back into the room, paces the floor and then takes a deep breath.  She turns and walks back to the kitchen.  

He is still in his chair, reading the newspaper.  

She walks over to him, kneels in front of him, places a hand on his knee and says, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I don’t know where that came from.  Please forgive me.  I guess I just want your attention.”

He finally looks down at her, folds the paper and places it on the table beside his chair. 
“There are other ways to get my attention Kitten.  If you wanted me in there with you to talk, all you had to do was ask.”

“Yes, Sir, I know you are right.”

“So what do we do about it now?” he asked.

“Discipline spanking Daddy?”  

“Yes, but I believe we will wait until after dinner.  Let you think about it a bit more.  Have your corner time and then the spanking before bed.  Agree?”

“Yes, Daddy, I agree.”  She hung her head.

“Well, lead the way then Kitten.  We don’t want the fine dinner you cooked to go cold.”  He takes her hands and stands, pulling her up with him.

They move to the kitchen table and she is anxious, but a bit calmer now. Damn! Why does her emotions have to take control sometimes and get her in trouble like that?! Will she ever learn? If it gets her the spanking she needs, maybe not! 

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*Pic from Pixabay

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Holding Hands

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I know this is not a sexy post but it is from my heart and how I felt when seeing the prompt for this Wicked Wednesday to share.  

There have been so many different people throughout my life that for one reason or another have either held my hand or I have held theirs. 

Growing up it was my mom and dad holding my hand and guiding me the best way they knew how with all I went through and experienced and learned.  

As the last 30 years have gone, I held the hands of those I love going through things they needed support for, either moral or emotional; my children growing up and guiding them as my parents did me; and friends that needed my hand to hold through several things they were going through.  I always try to be there for others I care for, just because I love them and want to be there for them through their needs.  I hope then that when I need a hand it will be there for me to hold in turn.  I do not expect it, but of course the hope is there. 

I am now in a time of my life that I need several hands to hold for support.  I am very blessed and grateful to have those ‘several hands’.  Sometimes not ones I was hoping would be there as well, but maybe eventually they will.   

It’s really amazing when you have someone who you can hold hands with that is going through something at the same time as you, and you can be each other’s support and hold one another up together.  

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To be offered a hand I need to hold

For loving support and to forward go

With all the care I need right now

Understanding and lifting up somehow

In my need you come to me

To guide me and lead me on my knees

Showing that what I am wanting

Is for release, all thoughts of daunting

To get me through the fears and anxiety

By holding me up by belief and propriety

Leading me to the self-love I should render 

For all this care by a hand that is tender

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I am loved, and when I need a hand to hold and pull me through I know there are those I can count on.  And when I am needed by those I love and care for, even by those I have not met or have just met, I am there/here to lend my hand when needed because I love so much.  

 

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The Fear Is Real

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This is not a sexy wicked story of fear.  This is real fear that is my truth to share today.  I have several fears I deal with daily.  Do you?

Mine from the past and present…Fear of disapproval, fear of letting people I love down and those around me down, fear of shame taking over, fear of losing those I love, fear of not being able to just be me and fear of losing myself again.

As a child I always had the fear of those around me, especially my parents, disapproving in me and the things I did.  Fear of not being good enough in the things  I did.  Or even just good enough for others to be around and love me.  I wanted to always make others happy and proud of me.  I avoided conflict as best I could and always was the one to try to make things better because of it.  I feared if I didn’t then I would lose the love and understanding of those around me that I loved, both family and friends.  I would feel shame if I did something wrong or what I saw as being wrong in other’s eyes.  Feeling this way was because of clues I would believe were there, such as shaking of the head, eyes looking into mine as if I was supposedly hiding something they had to find, a sigh or disappointing remark and then turning away;  so many ways for a then child up to young adult to see and take in a negative way.

Because of these things I was in constant fear of not doing things right.  Of not being good enough for anyone or for anything.  Fear that I would never find the right fit for a career, life, love, friendship, basically anything.

I felt that I wasn’t good enough in school, even though I graduated from both high school and college.   I got lower grades in both and ended up with a lower average, but still graduated and received my degree.  Proving right there I accomplished something, but in my mind it wasn’t good enough.  I know now that is wrong, but I still believed it.

Once I received my degree I started my career.  I was really good at it, to begin with, but I think with my self-doubt and feelings of not good enough, I self sabotaged myself.  Now I could be wrong in this self-analysis, but every time I did great at a job, I would end up not doing well and either looking for something new or being released from said job.

I know at the time I was married I thought and believed it was the one and only love I would need, throughout life.  Unfortunately circumstances changed and changed us to the point I felt I had lost and could not trust the relationship anymore because I had fought for it for so long and it never got better.  It was the one thing I did not give up on, for years, until I finally had to, for my own well being unfortunately.

Where friendships are concerned, I kept a safe distance from anyone.  I would get close and think I could trust and then something would happen to change the relationship or we just drifted apart.  I don’t know if this is once again self sabotage happening in these circumstances, but it happened, every time.  I have never had a really close friendship with anyone, and I think it was because in the past the person I trusted or got close to either stabbed me in the back or went away.  I felt I could never trust enough to hold on to someone who mattered that much to me.

I am not saying this for pity or for you to be sad for me.  It’s just a fact that I am coming to accept and understand and felt I should share.

I have friends now I consider close, but I am always on edge or on the lookout for the relationship to fail because of the past and that is not fair to those that are my friends. Not at all, and I know this.

So, even now, I have a hard time not being afraid that all these things will continue to be the same, happen in the same way as the past.  But I have to live my life the best way I can and I have to trust that things happen for a reason, people are in my life (or out of my life) for a reason and I am learning every day because of it.

The biggest fear I have over all is losing myself in all this.  I have before and I will not, repeat, will not, lose myself again.  I am finding myself again and learning to love the person I am, no matter what some might say, no matter how some might not approve.  I am me and I am accepting that and those around me need to, or unfortunately they need to move on.  I am working through my fears and feel confidant that one day I will be able to walk through them all, no matter how conflicted I am to do so.  I am surrounding myself with support and love.  Those that accept me for who I am now.

We all change, and hopefully for the better, because of ourselves and those around us.

 

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So Many Colors

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“I love these colors!” I say, gushing over the makeup and lingerie Daddy has given me for a surprise gift.

“Well, show me how much you love them by making yourself up in the makeup and showing off your lingerie to me!”  He says.

“Oh yes!!” I squeal excitedly, bouncing up and down on the bed. I crawl over to Daddy and give him a great big kiss.   Jumping off the bed I scoop everything up and run into the bathroom to get started.

There are blues, greens, browns, smoky-eye grays and blacks for the makeup.  And there are the same colors in the lingerie, along with red.  I begin with the blue.  Once my makeup is ready, I put on the sapphire blue thongs and sheer babydoll.  I put my long blonde hair up in a clip on top of my head and flounce out of the bathroom in a flourish for Daddy to see.

“Very pretty baby girl! I knew that color would look gorgeous on you!”  He says looking me up and down.  “Stay still and let Daddy inspect you.”

I stand still with legs apart and hands clasped behind my back.  He walks around me and lifts the skirt up to see the thongs underneath.  “Nice. Very nice, Kitten.”

He pops me on the ass and says, “Next!” I yelp and run back to the bathroom.

I change the makeup to a green shadow.  There is an emerald green corset and thong that match, along with a pair of holdup stockings that are black with an emerald ribbon around the top.  I put my black stilettos on to complete the look and walk back into the bedroom.  I feel so sexy and stand just as I did before for Daddy to inspect.  He walks around me and pops my bottom with the crop he is holding.  Moving around to the front he tells me to widen my legs.  As I do so, he pops my pussy lips with the crop.  I gasp from the sharpness of the impact.

“Good girl, my sexy Kitten.  Now the next.” As he crosses back to his comfy chair to wait.

I hurry to the bathroom to change once more.  Next I try the brown shadows.  I put on the black corset that rests just under my breasts, and knickers that have an opening in the back for easy access.  I leave on the stockings and stilettos.  I put my hair in a pony tail, high on the back of my head and tie a black ribbon around it.

As I walk out of the bathroom all sexy, like on a catwalk, Daddy gives a whistle.  We are both enjoying this so much.  I stand at the ready and he once again walks over to me and does his inspection.  This time he has a leather paddle in his hand.

“Place your hands in front of you my pet.”

“Yes, Sir, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” And as he walks behind me he gives me swats on both cheeks, several times, before continuing on around.  He stops in front of me and tells me to look up to the ceiling.  As I do so he pops my breasts three times each with the paddle.  I exclaim as he unexpectedly does this and bite my bottom lip immediately to stifle it.

“Okay Kitten, you have one more to show me I believe.” He leans in and pinches both nipples and I squeal.  “Get to it then.” he says.

I scamper off back to the bathroom.

Last of the lingerie is a red see-through negligee with red g-string.  I apply my smoky eye shadow, red lips and red ribbon in my hair.  I take off the black stockings and put on red ones.  I love the way it looks and feels on me.  Knowing this is the last, I move slowly to the door.  I hear him take in a breath as I pause for affect at the door.  I then walk to the same spot he has been inspecting me and stand there ready.  He walks over to me with fire in his eyes.

“Good girl.  So beautiful and sexy,” he says as he walks around with the leather strap in his hand.  “Stand over at the wall and place your hands against it, legs spread and thrust that beautiful bottom out for me baby girl.”

“Yes Sir.” I say, with anxious anticipation, and do as he directs me to.

“Have you been a good girl for me, Kitten?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Well, since you have been such a good girl I will only give you a few swats with my new leather strap you gave to me.  I think six will do.  Count for me Kitten.”

I count as he gives me my six lashes with the strap.  I am so wet, dripping with need, and yet I squeal as the strap feels like a sharp edged object as it hits.  As he reaches six, he drops the strap on the floor, grabs my arm and hair at the same time, pulling me over to the bed and pushes me down to kneel on it, head down.  He rips the g-string to the side and thrusts his cock into my overly self-lubricated cunt.  He takes me hard. Reaching around to rub my clit, he uses me for his primal pleasure.  In no time I am begging to cum. He demands I do it now as I feel him release within me.  Our bodies shake and shudder together with the intensity of our connection.

We fall over on the bed and he pulls me to him, wrapped in his arms and legs as we settle our beating hearts and catch our breath. Coming back down from the high of our orgasms.

“You had me so horny baby girl I couldn’t hold out any longer.  I am astonished by the things you do to me!”

I snuggle in closer to him and feel completely surrounded by his love.

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Erotic Photo – Wicked Wednesday

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So, this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is:

If I was taking an erotic photograph of you, I would ask you to…

I was going to share my view on erotic photos but decided to write a short story instead. 😉

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Before my photo shoot we decided on what I would wear and what prompts I would use in some of the photos.  As Sean sets up his cameras and equipment I change into my first “costume” which is lingerie and I do my makeup.  We will be using the bed and a chase lounge for the pictures.

I walk into the room where Sean has finished setting up.  In my red lace lingerie and sheer cover, I am ready.  He stops, looks me over and tells me to sit on the chase lounge.  I sit on the edge as he is getting ready to start shooting and he looks at me and laughs.

“Relax.  Sit back on the chase with your legs outstretched on it.  Imagine you are just lounging.  Enjoying a good book and a glass of wine.  That’s it.”  As I sit a bit on my right side with my arm resting over the side, I look over to my left.  He begins by directing me where to look and at times adjusts my position and cover to where he thinks I would look the sexiest.  His touch warms my skin.

He tells me of things to think about and starts asking me about what I desire or would really like.  He begins with foods, places and things to just get me thinking of anything other than what he is doing.  Then he moves on to people and desires of the body.  I could feel my cheeks turn warm and lost myself in the thoughts he was provoking.

He said he had enough pictures of me in that outfit and to change to the next.  I went back and changed into my corset, thongs, garters and stockings.  This time he has me go over to the bed.  First taking pictures of me laying over the bed or leaning on the side.

“Okay you little minx, climb up on the bed and pose like a good submissive.  Ass up and head down with arms stretched out in front of you.  Oh yes, that’s it.”  He takes several pictures, moving closer as he does.  He then moves my one leg closest to him in, as if I’m beginning to crawl or open myself up for him.  This move has me realize I am wet between my thighs with the thoughts that have been flowing through my mind as I see myself in these erotic poses.

He places a crop up against my ass as he continues clicking away.  He then lays the flogger by my side and takes a few more photos.  I catch my breath just thinking of the possibilities this all could bring.

“I’m going to get your cheeks a little rosy.  You okay with that?  I think it will look great in these pics!” Sean says.

“Okay.  Go for it,” I say. [Oh yes, please!]

He pops me lightly with his hand and then slowly gets a bit harder and faster.  I hear his breathing getting faster and can tell he is getting turned on by spanking my ass.

I say, “Go ahead and use the crop if you think it might help or even the flogger.”

“Mmmm…” he stops reluctantly and massages my cheeks.  “Sure.  I can try that.”

I look back for a second and see the bulge in the front of his trousers and scoot my bum back a bit for a better target.  He tries the crop first and I can tell he is enjoying the sharp popping he is getting from it.  He stops and looks at his handy work, puts down the crop and picks up the flogger.

I tell him to hold that thought and I remove my corset and throw it on the side of the bed.  Moving back into position, he stalls for a second and then continues.  He starts slowly and sweetly like he is caressing my skin.  Then as he moves up and down from my bottom to my back he starts getting a bit harder with his strokes so as to leave some marks that can be seen.  I am getting lost in the sensations and space it is taking me to.

He stops and places the crop back up against my bum and the flogger across my legs.  Then he picks up my corset and lays it beside me.  Picking up his camera he proceeds to take more pictures of me.

“Look at me,” he says, “I want to see that passion and lust in your eyes now.”

I look at him, feeling my cheeks are rosy and my eyes are watering and unfocused from the space I am in.

“Oh yes!” he says, “There’s my passionate erotic kitten come out to play.”

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