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9: What is the fastest way to make you horny

I think the best way is taking me for a long night car drive with handsome guy haha (like my boyfriend) and listen together good music. I also fell really horny if I’m getting tied up and forced to something or If I use butt plugs :p 🖤

i absolutely want to make men hard in public simply because i am a demon

The Early Years - Part 1

Partly inspired by the awesome first blog post by @markie_monroe, I am doing something I’ve been thinking about on and off and writing about some of my early experience. In a way I want to write about it because I think coming of age and early sex is still something that’s not really talked about especially for young girls. It can lead to confusion and frustration.

I grew up in a small town in the south of the UK. It was a time before the internet had made its way into homes and mobile phones were reserved for rich business people to call their stockbroker. The summer holidays when I was a kid felt like an age and it was great to have so much free time. I think it was tough for my full time working parents to know how best to keep an eye on me.

I think it was the second week of the holiday when I started meeting up with a friend and her sister. We would walk to the park or some open fields, talk and gossip, make up stories, drink coke or sometimes if we were lucky some alcopops. My friends sister was older and confident. I think that young Lucy probably had one of my first crushes on her but I didn’t really know that’s what it was at the time.

We met up most afternoons and one day we were sitting on the grass when my friends sister who I’m going to call Karen just asked out of nowhere, do you touch your pussy?

I wasn’t naive and I knew what the question meant but I was a bit thrown by the blunt nature of it. No one else I knew had ever talked about this. “Uh um I er”

Karen interrupted. “Do you know how to touch it?” Has Beth (her sister) shown you? I stared at Beth, stunned that it seemed she knew more than me about this. “Uh no I think I know.”

Karen laughs now “so you’ve done it then? You’ve touched your pussy yeah?” I was feeling more in control now. “Why? Do you want to perv over me or something?” I pushed back trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’ve seen Beth do it.” Karen replied. I watched as her sister turned a deep red colour and avoided my eye while reaching over to poke her older sister in the ribs. “It’s not pervy. I just don’t mind helping if you want to know how.” I don’t think I knew how to reply. I just shrugged and pretended to be looking at the clouds or the fields or something. I think I was hoping Karen would drop it. “You need to rub first. It helps you get wet so you can get a finger in like a cock.” I stared now, deep inside I badly wanted to know more and ask questions but I didn’t want to seem silly and babyish so I just nodded suggesting, I hoped, that this wasn’t new information to me. “You can just rub if you want. You can cum that way or put a finger in once your wet. I have cum from both.” I didn’t really know what cum meant but again I didn’t want to ask.

Karen nudged her sister and it all went quiet. After a few minutes Beth said “I’m only doing it if you and Lucy do it too.” Karen frowns “But you agreed. Bitch I want my halter top back.” It didn’t really make sense to me then but I realise now that the sisters had reached some kind of deal where Beth was going to touch herself but she backed out.

There was silence again. I tried talking about something else, a TV show I think or maybe a film. It didn’t last though, after a few minutes Karen says “I’ll do it, it show you how Lucy.” And she began to undo her jeans. I was torn. I didn’t want to seem uncool or embarrassed but at the same time I was massively curious. In a few moments, Karen was naked below the waist to her ankles with her legs open on the grass. I can’t deny I was staring. She did as she and touched herself occasionally mumbling instructions presumably aimed at me. These became more and more sporadic though as she enjoyed her own touch. After a few moments she climaxed, breathing heavily and moaning softly. Not long after she calmly pulled up her pants and smiled. “That’s how you touch yourself Lucy. You can try it at home.”

That was it then. We started talking about another film and the moment was gone. I did as Karen said though. Later that day, in the privacy of my own room after bedtime, I removed my pyjamas and lay on my bed naked. I hadn’t really looked at my vulva before and I considered it with new thoughts now. Slowly I ran my hand down my thigh and then between my legs. I gently teased and rubbed which felt good. I kept seeing Karen in my mind and I enjoyed rubbing myself thinking of what happened earlier but after a while I noticed that the shudder and moan that Karen seemed to experience wasn’t happening to me. I wondered if I was doing something wrong or maybe I needed to try a bit longer. After a while I just assumed she knew the trick that I didn’t and gave up.

My sister is in a little trip with her friend and I have the house just for me. As soon as I told this to PG he arranged a meeting here today in about an hour with one of his girlfriends. I don't know if it's the same but he asked me to serve them as I did last time. I don't have to tell you how scared I am right now.

another weekend with Harry?

Yup! But sleeping on the floor because Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend is also visiting. 

imagine fucking your girl doggy style with just her collar and cat ears on!!! jingle jingle jingle every time you slam deep into her!!! HOT!!!!

I might even fall in love with you then. 🙊

I'll be honest if you have "whore" "cunt" "bitch" or "slut" in your bio, we're already friends

Can I be your boyfriend, please? You can still go on and flirt and sleep with married cheating men.

(1) 26f I’ve always been overweight with big boobs. I’ve rarely properly dated, been with many guys but never really serious. I’ve always enjoyed sex though and my big boobs have always made it easy getting with a guy I want. Mostly I prefer older guys and the last few years I’ve mainly been into married or taken guys. I work in a supermarket and recognise many of the customers. Recently it’s excited me sleeping with husbands or boyfriends whose wives or girlfriends are the opposite to me.

When was the last time your husband watched you and another guy?

It was just last week (second week of December).

We were on holiday, away from home and went for some drinks at night, decided to be more flirty with a group of guys sitting next to us just for fun not really thinking about finding someone but it happened that I clicked with one of the guys that was hitting on me while his friends were talking with my husband.

Later on we changed contacts and I texted him in private to meet up. We had sex in our hotel room in front of my husband.

Cuckcake 2020

I Think I Might Have a Real Cuckcake?

So I think Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend might be a proper actual cuckcake for me. 

I went to Daddy’s today as planned because she had the place to herself. We were going to have a day of intense scening and primal fucking. Turns out Daddy got both of those, I got one of those, hehe. 

For anyone who missed it I woke up to texts from Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend. One of them in which she said she knew what our plans were today and that I should ask Daddy, beg Daddy to fuck her instead. To do all the sadistic stuff she had planned to me, but have the sex with Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend instead. Because she’s better than me. And I’m not allowed orgasms today anyway so what a waste, right?  When Daddy arrived I told her and I told her I wanted her to do it. She decided she needed to have a chat with Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend so I went down on my hands and knees to worship Daddy’s boots while they talked on the phone. Daddy put her on speaker phone so I could hear the conversation. 

Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend explained she’d been reading my blog and if I was so pathetic I wanted my Daddy to fuck better women she would be more than happy to oblige. She said it was for my benefit, but then asked honestly if Daddy could deny she was a better lay. Daddy agreed. They talked a little about how much better she was than me, partly I suspect because I was moaning and needy with my lips on Daddy’s boot. Daddy asked me if this was what I wanted and I said yes. She asked me if I wanted Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend to come over and watch me get beaten, and to fuck my Daddy. I said yes. 

So the plan was agreed, Daddy invited Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend over and got to work scening with me. I was stripped, tied up, gagged and flogged and paddled. Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend arrived just in time to see me get worked over with the cane. Daddy told me she had planned to use the riding crop to leave me in a fit state for fucking but that it was no longer necessary to leave me useful for anything.  During all of this Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend stripped down to her lingerie and sat on Daddy’s bed, watching and sipping on diet coke. Making occasional comments. 

When the beating was over and Daddy went to untie me Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend suggested just leaving me tied up because if I was untied I’d just touch myself anyway. So I was left tied up and then at Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend’s request blindfolded while they had sex. Vocal sex. 

I just lay there on the floor dealing with the post-caning pain and got wetter and wetter.

When they were done my blindfold was removed and I cleaned Daddy’s cock enthusiasticly. Then I had to kneel infront of Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend and thank her for giving Daddy the kind of sex she deserved. Thank her for being better than me. She spit in my open mouth and had me worship her ass to show her how grateful I was. She and Daddy made out while I did.

She stayed for dinner. Daddy and Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend ate at the table. I spent dinner under the table arms bound and being useful. Worshipping feet and pussies both because missing one meal wouldn’t hurt me.

After dinner they made out some more and the three of us talked about what had happened. I admitted it was a fantasy come to life. They asked if it had ever been too much and I kind of admitted that if anything I wished Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend were meaner. They made me go into detail.

I admitted I wanted her to spit on me more. Slap me more. Make me worship her ass and feet more. Piss on me. That sort of thing.

We had a long talk about limits and consent, Daddy making clear what Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend could and couldn’t do to me. What I wanted and didn’t. Then she went home and Daddy and I began our aftercare and more lengthy conversations.

I admitted that while I found it incredibly hot when Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend said she didn’t see why Daddy would ever need to fuck me again while she was around I didn’t want Daddy to stop fucking me. Daddy said if I felt up to it she’d fuck me right there and then to put my mind at rest. I said yes and I got fucked. But Daddy thought i was so turned on that if she so much as touched my cunt I’d have an orgasm I wasn’t allowed. So she fucked my ass.

My butt still hurt from the canning and I kind of had a bit of a cry while she fucked me. Which didn’t put her off even a little bit.

I gotta say so far 2020 is fucking great!

Your nipples and ckitpeenis aching and your mind becoming more and more blank and useless nnhgh jerk pump jerk pump your needy clitcock while you drool all over your big bouncy goontits nnhgh oh fuck its already fucking me up. Thighs open wide cunt a mess hhhnnnggg deny deny deny clitpump ckitboner edging nnhg

Gooner babble always gets my clit throbbing. I think gooner babble is her native language 😜

I can't wait until you're reduced to an illiterate brainless set of holes. "nnnnnggggh!!"

Omg me either!! I’m better when I’m brainless

all I can think about lately is my husband taking me into our basement, tying me up, stuffing me with the biggest dildo, putting the vibrator on full speed, and filling a prettier, skinnier girl up with his cum on my side of bed 🐷💗

I love her stories; how Becca writes down them.

So last night Daddy and my roommate came home about 11pm, not drunk but they’d definitely had a drink or two and with shopping bags. 

I know my roommate doesn’t have the money for or the inclination to spend money at the stores the bags were for because I know those bags, Harry has bought me stuff in them before. The dress my roommate was wearing wasn’t the one she wore when she left. It was new. And I know at least one of the bags was a lingerie place Harry is fond of. 

She blushed and stammered a bit when we were talking about it but insisted that Harry insisted. I told her I know how Harry gets, and I do. She does make it really hard to refuse her generosity. 

I also know when she’s bought me lingerie in that place she’s had me step out of the fitting room so she can see her purchases on me before buying, to make me display myself… so… she can make that hard to refuse too. But I don’t know if she did. I do know she would be sure I’d think of it though. 

Harry apologised for staying out so late and explained she thought it was important to reconnect with my roommate as we were so close and Harry was planning to be with me a long time so should probably get close to her too. Of course I said it was fine and I was happy they were connecting and my cunt was aching and my heart hurt the good jealous hurt. 

Here’s the thing, I know the gifts were trivial, to Harry. They’re not to someone like me though. Or my roommate. And I know Harry likes to flatter … girls she likes with gifts. 

Urgh. Fuck. Jealous. Good jealous. Even though I still don’t think anything happened / will happen. But there’s just enough doubt to make my cunt wet, as Harry herself pointed out to me when she was fucking me after we were alone in our room. 

My Mistress is a real head fuck and I love her. 

the first time

Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.

Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.

It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.

…

A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.

I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.

When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”

…

“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.

I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.

The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.

“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.

I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.

She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.

“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.

“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”

I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.

Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.

Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?

He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.

He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.

I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.

I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.

I lean back into him and close my eyes.

“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.

“You like that, huh, baby?”

I nod my head.

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.

“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”

An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.

“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”

Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.

It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”

“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.

You know what sounds nice? Keeping a girl on the edge of orgasm for an hour or two. Make her forget everything except my name

I Got Whipped

Weekend visits with Harry usually involve me being in a bit of pain afterwards but this weekend was something a bit special. 

Saturday morning started off normally enough with me doing the housework in my maid’s uniform and, as usual, there had to be some compromising form of bondage involved. This weekend it was a hobble rope between my knees. 

While I did the housework Harry worked out and when I was done she spent a little time sitting on my face in her yoga pants, a combination of breath play and worship. Then crushing my face between her thighs making me lick her through them and worship her feet, in and out of her socks. She told me she was giving me a treat as I didn’t get any post-gym teasing from roomie any more. She was also very upfront and told me she was trying to get me worked up, heh, she wanted me nice and pliant later. 

Then we both changed and went and got lunch out. We went and got our nails done. We spent some time window shopping. Just a very nice afternoon together as girlfriends, which was very respectable and very nice, even if I couldn’t shake the smell, taste and feel of her all over me earlier in the day. 

But anyway that’s not what the headline is about is it? It’s just setting up my headspace when she brought it up. 

Which she did with me naked and on my knees, knees wide, hands behind my head while she sat on the sofa. This, by the way, is a pretty common posture for us to have relationship conversations. I’m not bound in any way and could move if I wanted, I’m free to get up and walk away, there’s no coercion. But the nudity and the posture are both signs of respect for her. It helps us both keep in mind what our relationship to each other is. It’s also impossible for me, in that pose and naked, to hide if my body reacts to the conversation so… it has some practical value there too I guess, heh. 

What Harry wanted to talk about was my desire for her to dress up to Domme me. Which I’ve talked about before. And I think she did in an ask Harry. It’s not her kink, but she does it for parties and such. When she does she looks insanely hot. But we have a difference of taste here. 

I guess there’s some stereotyping in my thinking but I am very turned on by the idea of her in fetishwear, looking the part. It adds to the whole drama of BDSM. Which is kind of the point against it, in her mind. She likes the idea of playing being normal so she doesn’t dress differently for it, it’s just a hobby. Not a performance. She thinks she looks the part regardless of what she wears and, well, she’s not entirely wrong. I get all that, but at the same time, lovers do dress up for each other just because it’s sexy from time to time. That’s my argument. 

So she proposed a compromise. She wasn’t against the idea of dressing for me, but if she did it was going to be a special occasion. “I’m not just going to slap you around, flog you and fuck you, you’re going to have to do something special for me too.” If we were going to do play as theater we were going to do something theatrical.  She wanted to whip me.

She dressed up. Leather dress, leather boots, leather gloves. The boots were platforms. I swear she must have been like 6′6 in them. I was in bare feet. I felt even smaller than I am, heh. 

We did not get straight to the whipping. We started with me worshiping her boots and thanking her for this gift and privilege. We moved onto slapping and breath play, then flogging. A lot of flogging. Same as when I got caned she was using the flogger to warm me up and she was focusing very heavily on my upper back. Not the first time she’s flogged me on the upper back by any means, but normally the focus is on my butt and thighs with a bit of all over flogging for flavour. It was the other way around this time, the focus was on my back and everything else was flavour. So she was going to whip my back. That was… new. But made sense, as my butt and thighs had been fairly heavily used last time we saw each other. 

Then I was dressed up. She took my collar off me, first time it’s been off since she put it on me. It was replaced with a heavy leather posture collar. She put me in a leather waist cincher too. And a bit gag. Because I was going to need something to bite down on. My wrists were put into cuffs and then I was secured to her door. She had these things she put over the door, just a big metal rod on one end and a loop of metal on the other, sturdy material between them, so when you put them over the door and shut it there’s these handy rings to fasten a girl’s wrists to so she’s facing the door, arms up, vulnerable. Harry also has a mirror on the back of her door so… well, I could mostly see myself, being so up close, but I could also see her moving around behind me. That definitely added to the overall effect. 

She stepped up close to me, pressing up against me, hand in my hair, speaking quietly. She asked if I was ready. I said I was. She asked if I was scared and I said that I was. She stroked between my legs and presented my own wetness on her leather fingers to my face and asked if I was turned on. I said I was. She asked me if being scared turned me on. I said… only being scared of her. She laughed at that and called me her good girl. Which made me shiver. I love those words. Then she told me to try and be quiet. She told me she knew I wouldn’t be able to, but that I should try. So that she would know every sound I made was one she forced out of me. That it would make them that much sweeter for her. I agreed and we began. 

And for a little while I actually did keep reasonably quiet. She started very methodically, slowly. I think she was like, feeling her way into the positioning of the strokes. That’s how it felt from my perspective anyway. And getting a feel for how I was taking them. I didn’t do much more than hiss around the bit gag for the first… few. I don’t know how many, I lost count. 

They got harder as they went on, as she found her footing in it. Then they got faster. At which point I was yelping quiet openly from time to time because… my god. It’s not actually as intense as the cane, thankfully, but it’s … oh it’s close. 

And then they came in a rhythm. 

I kind of went through stages. It started with me being very in my head, not in subspace yet but ‘being good’, trying not to make a sound, being very stoic and taking my whipping. 

But it kept coming.

Then I couldn’t be quiet any more. 

Then I was sobbing. 

Then I was sobbing and realising it wasn’t stopping so I was squirming and fighting the cuffs.

Then I screamed for a bit. 

Then the subspace was coming. 

Then I stopped fighting and went back to sobbing.

Then it was over. 

 And I couldn’t tell you how much time passed at each step. It felt like it went on forever. My back is for sure very, very stripey. 

But the moment I felt that leather pressed up against my back, making me wince but feeling Mistress at my back… that was a moment. Her hand in my hair again, on my cheek, fingertips in my tears, hearing her heavy breathing. 

And tasting her, on her leather gloved fingertips, as she fed herself to me and told me that was what I did to her. Just having it reinforced in my mind that yes, Daddy is a sadist, that watching me scream and sob and fight and watching the marks appear on my body genuinely, truly gets her off. Urgh… it was powerful.

The aftercare was wonderful. The sex that followed, eventually, was intense.

Like caning, it’s not an experience I’m in a hurry to do again but it is something I know I can do for her, something special, something I can actually be proud of. Harry has a lot of girls to sleep with. Girls who’ll fuck her better than me. I don’t question that, I’ve seen it, heard it, I know it. She has wonderful lovers. But I can give her something they can’t, or don’t. And yes, Daddy is a sadist. She needs someone who can give her that. Suffering. And I can do that. 

I think I have to accept at this point that I really am a masochist not just a submissive. 

Such Romantics

So here’s an insight into the softer, romantic side of Harry. Dealing with going back to long distance has been rough. One of the things we do to cope with that is sometimes we’ll just call each other before we go to sleep, or often before I do sometimes Harry is still up. We’ll put each other on speaker and just leave our phones there. So we can hear each other, say things to each other as we get sleepy. Just have a presence. Isn’t free facetime audio great? It’s really nice to have that sense of closeness even at a distance.

Of course, Harry wouldn’t be Harry if she didn’t subvert it at least once. 

So one night, not very long ago but I won’t mention which night in particular, I was lying there, so was Harry, just listening to her breathing when I heard her breath hitch a little. And again. Then a soft moan. 

“Are you playing with yourself, Daddy?” 

“No, kitten.”

So now I’m paying close attention to what I’m hearing rather than drifting off peacefully and sure enough unmistakable sounds of pleasure, muffled but definite sounds of pleasure are coming from the phone.

“You are, I can hear you.” 

“I’m not, I promise.”

“You sound like you are.” I say this teasingly. I’m not at all angry, why would I be? I like hearing Harry happy. 

“Will you tell her I’m not masturbating?” 

And then I hear another woman’s voice say, from a bit further away, “She’s not masturbating.” 

Well I was. Immediately. Heh. I’d known she had a date that night, I hadn’t known she was still there. So I lay there, sleepy and knowing I should be going to sleep but paying attention to every sound as another woman was between Harry’s thighs. 

Like I said, we’re such romantics. 

So last night I found a place that was more of a lounge than a club, lots more sitting around rather than dancing, with a slightly more throwback playlist. Kinda figured it would be the place to find the demographic I was after. 

I wore a little black dress, not backless but with enough slashes and a low enough back to let everyone know I was braless, stockings that met Harry’s rule of showing a little skin between hemline and hosiery so everyone knew they were stockings and knee high boots. I figured it would give the right impression. 

It seemed to work because it wasn’t hard to get bought drinks, heh. 

I actually had quite a lot of fun flirting, tbh. I mean I was god awful nervous at first but getting bought a few drinks helped with both confidence and getting me a little drunk. ;) 

I hung out with a few guys here and there but none really did it for me until I met this one dude. Cute, kinda dirty blonde, neat trimmed facial hair, glasses, checked shirt and tight jeans. He made me laugh, we talked a bunch, we flirted like mad in a darker corner on a cute little two-seater. 

Things got a bit more full on until I straddled his lap to make out properly. Except we were making out just fine before, I straddled his lap to grind down on him and see what kinda bulge he was packing, hehe. It was… not a deal breaker! I also asked him how old he was. He asked me why I wanted to know and I kinda said in a teasing voice that well I’m 21 and I wanted to know if I was a little more than or a little less than half his age. He didn’t tell me, but he did say “oh, you’re a little less than half my age” and you know what? I felt his cock twitch when he said it! Alright, then, this was the guy! 

I was… pretty honest with him. About having a girlfriend who let me play as long as I played by her rules. I explained to him my situation and he did not seem at all put off by the idea that he’d only get to fuck my mouth and ass. Funny, guys never seem to be put off by that particular limitation. ^_^

And that’s how I came to be butt fucked over someone’s kitchen island last night, hehe, amongst other things. 

I totally needed that. And yes, I got his number. 

Oh, my... sounds like a question my hypothetical cuckolding girlfriend could ask me. I'd suggest an irish pub with beer and waitresses in short skirts.

Obviously it’s a student town so student nights all over the place but if I were looking for a slightly older crowd, any advice what kind of place I should be checking out? Heh. You know. Hypothetically. 

Encourage me to go deeper...

How to Become a Premature Ejaculator

Original post by @training2cumquick, reposted without images.

So after many many years, and literally $1000s spent on hypnosis/sex therapy/experimentation/research in trying to become a premature ejaculator here is my best technique.

Sadly there is no magic pill to become a Premature Ejaculator (at least not reliably!), here’s my best researched two-step technique of becoming a Premature Ejaculator:

Phase 1. Medium-term Gooning - ‘simulated PE’

The first stage takes lots of will power. If you have a chronic masturbation/gooning habit you may have noticed that the longer you goon, the sooner it is before you reach edge.

So initially you will be focusing on re-wiring your triggers and habbits. If you manage not to cum for several days you will find yourself starting to edge sooner and sooner, maybe you start feeling the ability to cum after a couple of minutes. If you keep going it’ll get shorter and shorter. Judge your progress, after 5 or so days you should be down to a consistent 20-30 seconds of jerking before you HAVE TO STOP.

Unfortunately this feeling is only temporary, if you ejaculate now then you will go back to being able to last.

This first phase will feel extremely frustrating! You MUST NOT cum! Despite how much your body cries out. You must focus all your willpower, your desire to become a permanent premature ejaculator must outweigh the pleasure you feel when cumming.

Keep jerking off, edging, stopping, jerking off, edging, stopping! Get up to one whole week of this!

Your mind will be a mix of emotions, I’m sorry to say you may find yourself not enjoying masturbation because of how little of it you can do without having to stop (BTW, this is what a permanent premature ejaculator feels like), yet you will be horny all the time.

When you start to feel these feelings (but no sooner than one week) stop, and continue to phase 2.

Phase 2. Conventional Ejaculation

Your first day of phase 2 will be spent without touching your dick at all. However, at this stage you’ll be well acquainted (or reacquainted) with what turns you on the most, spend the first day of phase 2 with this porn. Let it become a part of you, let it turn you on so much. But do not stroke your dick. Jerking off today is as unobtainable as the tits or pussies you see on your screen.

The next day you will start phase 2 proper. Your task will be to bring up your favorite porn, start jerking, and cum as soon as you feel the need:

Because you have at least seven whole edging days of cum built up you will be so ready to explode, you will cum so easily, HOWEVER, you MUST CUM AS SOON AS YOU FEEL READY! DO NOT HOLD OFF You must experiment relaxing the muscles above and around your penis, it’s the same muscle set you relax when taking a pee, so try that. Feel what that feels like, remember which muscles you relaxed. If you want to extend your jerk-off session you may look at porn without touching your dick, but from the moment you touch your dick you must not stop jerking till you cum.

Let your cum explode, and enjoy your release.

Then put your penis away. You’ve had your fun. No matter how horny you are you must not jerk off again this day.

The next day, browse your favorite porn without touching your dick. When you’re ready to cum, grab your dick, and while stroking try to relax the same muscles as yesterday…. You will find that when you’re ready to cum it will just happen, it may even take you by surprise! Remember how easy it was yesterday? Well today it was almost as easy!

This will be your life for the next two weeks. You must not jerk off unless you’re ready and willing to cum in the next few minutes, and when you’ve cum that must be the end for the day. While you’re jerking you must relax your muscles.

Over the 14 days you will notice the time taken to cum and your ability to resist cumming will reduce. Perhaps you can record your timings, make a graph of it, chart your descent.

What we are doing is causing your ejaculatory muscles to dystrophy. We are physically reducing your ability to hold back. It will take at least two weeks of this behavior for long-term effects to materialize, but it will be worth it in the end.

Welcome to the Premature Ejaculator club. Just be sure you want to be here, getting in in your control, but getting out is a billion dollar industry ;-)

My tiny cock strained to get hard in my cage as I realized I would have to approach and tell Mistress’s friends that she locked me in chastity. My mind spinning and reeling as I imagined the humiliation of having to approach each one, ask if they had the key that unlocked the chastity cage on my useless cock. Imagining that Mistress may not even have told all of them, that my admission and my question would be the first they knew of my submissive lifestyle and the control my Mistress had over me. Imagining their reaction to such a humiliating admission. Suddenly, my eyes flew open wide, my cock twitched and throbbed, and I almost came in my panties despite the cage as I realized that Mistress never specified that she would give the key to one of her woman friends, realizing quickly that she had made sure that I would have to go to her male friends and ask them the question, admit to them that I am a sissy locked in chastity, confirming for them that Mistress was free to take any lovers she wished.

It's locktober. No f*cking at all for this month

Crazy how desperate guys are to fuck these days

and girls ***** TRUST

There is no better sex than licking only.

I need my pussy licked so bad

I love her both series of answered asks 😍

Rape play or Pet play?

STOP!!!!!!! both!!!!!!! make me drink out of a dog bowl and drag me around on the house by a leash, then push me down on the ground and rape me until I’m crying. BOTH.

I don’t understand how some girls can look at their hot boyfriends and not want to peg the fuck out of them

Who do you talk to everyday? And since you have multiple messages from ppl there easy to miss right? Is it ok to double message/spam u?

I don't know if these two want to be named here, but I can recommend to follow @bulliedbarista, @tansoback, @pet-shop-girl and @kinkygoldfish. It's not too bad actually, I can say I never miss messages but the asks sometimes, as they just vanish in the notifications.

How many messages do you get daily

Thank you for your ask! I have to precise your question though. Do you mean on tumblr only and from strangers? I usually get one new message per day from an unknown blog. But I really like to get to know people and their kinks.

Then I have a dozen people whose blogs I follow that I already could imagine to be seen as friends with. I'm chatting nearly every day at least with two very kind users (💕) so the amount of messages rised maybe up to over 100 a day?