Category: kink


>Ben and I rarely get a Saturday afternoon together… he always works late. So.. when he gets to come home earlier than usual…. I like to spend as much time with him as I can. Im a greedy girl like that :-).

We had grabbed a shower not long after he got home… we didn’t really have any plans but knew we were going to grab something to eat- I had a really long, hard day at work. He always gets out before me… and so when I finally dried off and did all my after shower rituals… he was on the couch with the laptop.

I looked at him kinda funny… kinda taken back that he wanted to be on the computer instead of being with him. We said something to each other, I can’t remember what… and then I think I said “hmph” (playfully of course) and walked into our room.

I laid down on the bed… there was no sheets or blankets… as we had stripped them to wash. I curled up next to one of our cats and began petting him as I could hear Ben calling out to me. I didn’t answer… but was grinning ear to ear knowing he would come to me.

And he did… within minutes he was in the bedroom asking me what I was doing… in which I answered, “petting the cat”. He sat on the bed and laid he his head against me… I love it when he does that. I readjusted… so that I was on my back and his head was on my stomach. He laid there and talked for a bit.

Soon I felt his hand wandering up my thigh to my sleeping pussy. His fingers slid up the lips.. bringing it alive and alert. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. Minutes passed and I warned him that if he didn’t stop… I might rape him. He laughed and said okay.. that we needed to get some dinner.

“We can watch a lil’ somthin’ somethin’… and then maybe later.. we can watch a lil somethin’ somethin’“, he said… I was all smiles.

I rolled over onto my stomach and asked where he wanted to get something to eat. He didn’t know. Then.. out of no where… his palm made contact with my ass. It wasn’t the hard, get your attention type… just a playful… slap on the ass.

From there… there was a barrage of spankings… in which I loved. They were soft at first… working up to the ones that sends every inch of your body into alert. From side to side… and sometimes in the same spot a couple times before moving on… he worked my ass over. I was loving it.

Soon his fingers found their way to my very wet hole… he commented on how wet I was ( he loves the way my body responds to him). He kept spanking me.. making me yelp as he slid his fingers inside. I was in overload… I knew at any moment I was going to cum. I could feel that tell tale build… but was riding the wave slowly to the shore.

I felt his hand pop into my cunt… I tried staying relaxed but every nerve ending in my body was awake. He assault didn’t stop.. he kept working my ass and pussy over… knowing he had me just where he wanted me. Seconds passed…. and the words fell from my mouth.. asking to cum… then answered with a hissing yes.

The orgasm ripped through me… although Ben was not letting up… and so it felt like it lasted forever. All my muscles grasped his hand…. till it was over…. atleast from my end. He was in no way done with me.

Soon he broke out the wire hanger (which seems to be his toy of choice lately.. and I am notttttt complaining). I saw it out the corner of my eye, and where as I love it… my body tensed. The swats began…. I wasn’t ready… I felt panicy… and my breathing became erratic. I rose up… in which I was ordered to breath and get back down.

I lowered my body and tried to regain my breathing… his hands never left my cunt. This happened several times… and we transversed a lot of the bed. It amazes me how much you can move when you’re having sex. I could feel the heat radiating off my back and ass.

A while passed of this dance… and finally Ben wanted some attention for himself. He had been very giving… it was all about me up until then… something that doesn’t usually happen… for that.. I am thankful. He told me to suck his cock. I climbed off the bed eagerly.. as I had been wanting to feel it in my mouth… it was weird to go so long without his flesh hitting the back of my throat.

When I got to the floor, I took his cock into my mouth eagerly…. sucking with vigor. I slid my tongue against it with every bob of my head. Then I stopped… took his wet fingers into my hands… then began sucking my juices off them. When they were clean.. I went back to the job at hand.

Ben took up swating me with the hanger again while I sucked him. It’s far easier to be composed this way.. I have something to focus on.. to keep me from feeling scared of the sensations. Some time passed again… and I was told to get on the bed and lean my head over the side. I obeyed… and he straddled my face. I took his balls into my mouth… recieving moans from him.

“You want me to spank your pussy don’t you?”, he asked… and of course the answer was a resounding no. “Yes you do… you want me to spank it.. I know. Open your legs…. open them… “, and I did as I was told.. reluctantly.

I felt the cold metal make contact.. I cried out a little but still kept sucking his balls gently. Over and over it hit my skin… getting harder with each blow till I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped my legs shut…. and again, Ben’s cool words fell from him mouth telling me to open my legs.

I reopened them… and he went back to work… till the same thing happened. This time.. he had another idea…. he was going to spank my pussy while he fucked me. That idea, I was down with. I turned on the bed… letting my ass hang off the bed a little and spread my legs for him.

He entered me…. and oh my did it feel good. He stroked himself in and out a few times then went about the business of spanking my pussy again. He fucked me hard.. and swatted me hard too…. but I was loving every second of it. I couldnt’ take it much longer and begged for him to just fuck me. Ask and ye shall recieve.

He dropped the hanger… and grabbed my legs. He began pouding me with force I don’t see that often. It lasted for a while too… much to much delited surprise. When he finally came….. I pulled him to me…. wrapping my legs and arms around him… and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. Our lips seperated…. and I whispered to him.. our faces so very close…. that I loved him.

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We cuddled for a bit.. then I felt like I could actually stand. So we got up… I went and hugged him.. and did as I always do after we play. I spun around and checked out my ass in the mirror. It was all red and welty. On th side of my ass… there was a pattern… I giggled and told Ben it looked like fish scales. How I do love my marks. I will marvel at them for days to come 🙂

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>Sometimes I think that the frustration builds up… so much that no matter how many times you notch away at it…. it continues it’s upward climb. Sometimes I think the only way to actually bring it to it’s knees is to bring the GIRL to her knees…. till she’s a puddle of tears… but somehow- it frees her.

I think I’m kinda at that point. The point where I just need to be reduced to a pile of flesh. I can tell… because I’m sensitive to everything. Things that wouldn’t normally irritate me… have been. I need a healthy dose of Ben beating my ass to bring balance back to me.

I need him to… beat me… push me… take from me… and then.. put me back together… all fresh…. and free.

>need

>I need you to hurt me…. to feel the sweetness that only that pain brings me.

I need you to not care… to have the cold, stern face of a man that is after pleasure.. and that alone.

I need you to break me… to rock me to the core and leave me a crying mess.

I need you to be in control…. and ignore my pleadings… my begging to stop.

I need you to mark me…. to see the evidence of your dominance over me days later.

I need you to push me…. and keep going till you’ve forced me to the edge and then over.

I need you to take me places I haven’t been in a while…. to remind my body that it is your’s… and if you choose to inflict pain on it… you will.

I need you to have your hands about my neck….. to feel that rush of air refilling my gasping lungs.

I need you to spank me… to refocus me… to send each nerve in my body on end because of the assault.

I need you to pull my hair… to force me to be the slut you know I am.

I need you to sink your teeth into my flesh…. to make me cry out.

I need you to collar me…. to remind me of my sexuality… that submitting is what I want.. what I need… what I lust for.

I need you to take me there…. and be there to hold me when I come back.

>going up?

>Few people know that when I get onto an elevator… I size it up. I figure out if it’s doable. If there is enough time to make it worth it… if it would even be that fun in that one. It’s been a long running fantasy of mine… man… for what… almost ten years now.

When I was 18 or 19, I went to the hospital that my best friend’s aunt worked at. The employee elevator was the one we went up in… and to say the least, it was PERFECT. It wasn’t fancy by any means but it was slow moving and in the back of the hospital. The only times it was in use frequently shift changes. Needless to say at the time, I was single… and therefore, no one to assist me in my mission.

So many years later and thousands of miles away, I still have not accomplished it. Honestly, I don’t think I ever will. There is that hope in the back of my head though…. obviously, or I would not still get onto them and get a twinge of excitement rush through my body.

I can’t complain too much…. in the grand scheme of things I have probably done about 90% of the fantasies I’ve had. I’ve had a few threesomes (not a three girl one… which is a bummer), had sex on the beach (not as great as you’d think), in the pool, and so on. Hell, I’ve even had sex in a club before (oh the memories!) and on a balcony of a hotel. I’m the kind of girl that will go after something if it pops in my mind… that is if it is doable and won’t stand a good chance of getting me arrested *smiles*.

I feel very sorry for people that never get the chance to live out the stuff that makes them hot. I could not imagine that existence. Like the men that live their whole lives wanting to tie up their wife or share her with a friend but never say anything because they fear that they will be rejected. It’s very sad.

I could not just keep those things from Ben. It’s part of what makes us, us. I remember how scared I was to tell him about my kinky thoughts… but I did… and I’m so glad I did. I can’t imagine what our sex life would be without it. I’d be so unhappy knowing it was something I longed for so bad but couldn’t have it just because I was simply too afraid.

So anyway, here’s to hoping that one day we will find that perfect elevator…. and I get a saucy story to tell.

>So I was thinking last night… and it occurred to me the lack of actual “kink” in our sex as of late. Not that we HAVEN’T been having sex… its just been a lot less subdued in the kink arena. I really really miss it. I honestly think my husband enjoys it.. but does not obsess over it like I do. I think about it almost all day… I think I’m one of the horniest women I know.

It’s been at least a month since he’s tied me up… and probably closer to two weeks since we’ve had a really intense domination session. Now I know that probably doesn’t sound like a whole lot of time but in the world of me… that is. I get antsy when I go without sex for two days… I’m just like that. I love sex and I really love having sex with Ben. I have few vices in life.. and sex is one of them.

This isn’t really because he doesn’t want to… we have been pretty busy as of late which complicates life. I guess deep down I just wish he’d go out of his way to dominate me more- to be more aggressive in it. Once we’re smack dab in the middle of it… he’s plenty aggressive… I just feel like sometimes I initiate this kind of sex more than he does. It just bums me out sometimes. (Don’t get me wrong in this either… I love our sex life… I’m just not diluted enough to think that anyone’s sex life is perfect.)

I sent him a text the other day suggesting something I’d like. I told him I’d really like for him to just randomly text me and tell me what to do when he gets home or what to be wearing…. I just want to be told what to do sometimes. I want it to be his idea… what turns him on. He said it was a good idea. This was almost a week ago.

I’m so impatient and I hate to wait for things I really want. Its a flaw of mine. I just want him to do it. I also am sure he is planning on doing it… I just want it now. *laughs* I think I sound a wee bit whiny right now… sorry.

I guess what it comes down to I think that sometimes a couple tends to be lax and you have to make your sex life stay exciting and fresh. I just don’t want to fall into that lull and I feel that it may be headed that way. Between working and being busy with family it runs a person down… relationships take effort… and I fully intend on always putting forth that effort. I don’t want life to get in the way of the love that we have. 🙂

Tonight we’re going clubbing with some friends so no time for a long hot and heavy romp.. bummer… but hey.. there’s always tomorrow! hehe