Kaleidoscope
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Posted:Aug 9, 2009 9:12 am
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There’s so much I don’t remember. But what I do remember comes back to me in series vivid images like the slow turning of a kaleidoscope wheel.
I reached out with my right hand and he let me feel the rope. It was soft and velvety, not at all what I expected. He showed me as he made two loops and slid it over my tiny wrist. “It won’t come loose.” he said. I wiggled my hand till the knotted end slid to the side and settled in comfortably, enveloping and caressing my wrist. I stared at the dual thick bands of grey-white rope encasing my fragile wrist. And suddenly I realized that my left wrist and both ankles were restrained. I was completely restrained, unable to move. I don’t remember that happening.
Spread wide, face down on the bed I watched as he bent to pick something out of the large bag he brought with him. Against the backdrop of his large, strong torso I saw a variety of floggers in his hand, all linked together. Different sizes and thicknesses; ‘which one would he choose?’ I stared at them wondering if different sizes felt different. I don’t know which one he chose, or if he chose more than one, but when it hit my bare ass it didn’t hurt as much as I had imagined. It actually felt good. The blows landed one after another in a steady pace. My ass, my thighs, my lower back, between my shoulder blades; ooooh that felt so good. And as he moved back down to my ass again I wondered if it was permissible to ask him to go back up to my shoulders. I didn’t say a word, though. I looked up to the left and saw his reflection in the mirror. Dark and strong and focused on the task. He looked so handsome and commanding. I closed my eyes and was lulled into a trance by the steady, rhythmic “thwack” of the flogger. I wanted desperately to feel the black leather fingers on my swollen, aching clit. I must have willed it to happen because just then he landed a one there, and then another and another. The heavy, dull thud of the flogger felt so good on my hungry pussy and all too quickly it moved on to other parts of my body leaving me craving more.
I remember kneeling in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed. I didn’t know that an uncut cock would look so good. It was beautiful and I wanted it desperately. I remember thinking I wouldn’t know what to do differently when finally presented with his cock, but the moment I saw it all fear and apprehension was gone. In its place was an intense need to wrap my mouth around it, to lick it, to taste every inch, to leave no spot untouched. I took the tip of my tongue and delved right in, circling the head of his cock under the skin. I ran my hand up and down the length of his thick hard shaft loving how the extra skin eliminated the need for lubricant. I licked his balls and rubbed my face and cheeks all over him. He felt so good. I sensed his body respond to attentions. I heard his breath and moans as if they were in my own head. I felt connected to him almost as if I were an extension of his body, designed for the sole purpose of providing sexual pleasure. The need to please him, to satisfy him, to feel him orgasm was so overwhelming it ripped at my soul. I needed to taste him cum, to swallow him and make him a part of my body.
But I don’t know what else happened that night. I don’t remember what else we did. I know I squirted because I remember that the sheets were soaked. I don’t remember how I got untied or what happened when we were done. Did we cuddle, did we talk, and did we clean up, eat or drink? I don’t remember him leaving or going to sleep that night.
I do remember waking up the next morning feeling satisfied and at peace with my body. My ass was hot and my pussy was swollen and sore and despite some physical discomfort I felt supremely happy. And as I luxuriated in the afterglow, it started again, a burning, a need, a hunger for more of him.
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The Wet Ride
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Posted:Aug 1, 2009 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2009 7:17 pm
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Ever since lunch yesterday I’ve been wondering…. Wondering what it would be like? Wondering if I could do it? Wondering if I would like it? Would it be just while we were in the bedroom or outside the bedroom too? If it’s outside the bedroom too, I can’t do it. I won’t do it. I worked so hard learning to put myself first. It took so long to regain my independence after my divorce. I won’t give it up. Not now. Not ever. But, oooh, if I could….. just in the bedroom, give it up, give it all up, live just to please another. Sigh.
I feel myself moisten. Sitting across the gleaming dark wood table of the steakhouse, watching him as he studies the menu I can see it all there in his face. No, not in his face, in his eyes; the contrast of powerful dominance and the gentle caring. I drink more liquid courage teetering on the edge of indecision.
After dinner, we drive to a bar. Not just any bar. HIS bar. He makes it clear, every time he talks about HIS bar; ownership, possession, control. It’s his nature. But is it in my nature to be submissive? The battle rages on in my head as his hand caresses the inside of my thigh. I shift in my seat and in the process my thigh moves slightly away from his hand. He immediately smacks the area he was just caressing. I’m startled. It was not unpleasant and I feel myself get even wetter. “Your legs will always be spread when you are in my car!” he barks. “Understood?”
“Yes” I mumble. Again, ‘smack’ against the inside of my thigh.
“What did you say?”
“Yes, Sir” I speak up.
“Good girl” he praises me and caresses my thigh some more. I want him to move his hand higher. I want to feel his large, strong hands on my clit. ‘Good girls don’t do this’ I think to myself. But, I want him to touch me. I want it more than I want to be a good girl. ‘It’s alright to be a naughty girl’ I remind to myself.
His fingers move to my clit. Oh, it feels good. He rubs up and down the length of my slit. I’m clenching with the need to feel his finger inside of me. I’m not capable of speech or I’d ask. He keeps rubbing and teasing and I’m thinking about asking when his fingers finally find my hole. It’s wet with moisture that’s been building all evening. His finger is large and it feels so good. My eyes focus for a second and my brain registers that we are on the highway. He adds a second finger. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this. We just met. It’s only our second date. But……. Oh, his fingers feel so, so good. He knows I’m enjoying his playing and my eyes open briefly again. I see him start to lean forward at the steering wheel in an awkward position. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy hard, really hard and oh my g-d, he’s hitting my g-spot. That would explain the awkward steering position. I feel a powerful orgasm building inside my body. My pussy is getting wetter and hotter and his fingers are pumping in an out of me hard. Then……wetness. Massive amounts of wetness squirting out all over his hand, all over my skirt, all over his cloth car seat. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy and I keep squirting more and more. Oh my G-d!!! What is happening to my body? How did that happen without my consent? I’ve squirted before, but never without concentrating really hard on allowing my body to squirt. My head is swimming. I catch a glimpse of the black pavement, the dotted white lines and the street lights zooming past. My pussy is throbbing. My body is lost in pleasure. Thoughts in my head are swirling. ‘It’s just because he’s got me so wound up. It was a fluke. That couldn’t have just happened. Surely that couldn’t have been his intent?’ fast and furious the questions swirl in my head. But underneath all the noise in my head, the thought I try hardest to repress the one I try not to hear is the the voice saying ‘more……….. more please, Sir’.
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Sub-cumming: Chapter 3
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Posted:Jul 28, 2009 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2009 7:17 pm
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I'd reccomend reading Chapter 1 Unknown and Chapter 2 first.
Chapter 3:
He placed two pillows in the shape of a “T” at the foot of the bed.
“Lie down on your stomach with your head close to the edge of the bed.” he commanded. I did as told. I watched wide eyed as he attached my left wrist to the chain close to the corner of the bed. Then he attached my right wrist.
“But………. My bra is still on.” I said a bit confused.
‘Thwack’ his hand hit my ass. I inhaled sharply. I felt my pussy contract in pleasure.
“Your bra will stay on as long as I want it to stay on.” He said firmly. I watched him as he moved away from the bed and took his shirt off. 'Nice' I thought to myself. While he was occupied taking his shoes and socks off and I tried I pulling against the chains and wrist cuffs.
“Don’t worry.” he said with a chuckle catching me in the act “You’re not going anywhere for quite a while”. He came and lay down next to me. His hands and his lips tenderly explored my body. They traced patterns across my shoulders, down my back, over my butt, down and back up my legs, along the inside of my thighs, everywhere except my moist pussy.
“How are you doing, Chick?” he whispered in my ear. His tone of voice was completely different. He was checking in with me, as he said he would, making sure I was okay with everything.
“I’m good, Sir”.
“How’s your pussy?” His tone of voice was back to normal.
“It could use some attention.” I said being feisty. Thwack his hand hit my ass again.
“Oh it could, could it?” Thwack, again, then he ran his hand over the curve of my ass and ……. Thwack. I felt his fingers rub over my panties, teasing my clit. Then his finger slipped under my panties and dipped in to test my wetness.
“I think you like getting spanked” Thwack, thwack. I felt myself getting wetter. He slid my panties down my legs and over my high heels. He grabbed my ankle and clipped the cuff onto the chain at the corner of the bed. He walked around to the foot of the bed and I noticed the large bulge in the dark blue of his denim. He continued around to the other side of the bed and attached my other ankle to the chain at the corner. I was now, spread eagle on the bed and completely vulnerable. I felt a very pleasant tingling sensation deep inside me. ‘There must be something wrong with me’ I thought ‘that this excites me so.’ He disappeared from my line of sight for a few minutes, but never left the room. I felt his presence at the end of the bed before I felt his hands. He adjusted the pillow that was under my hips, lifting me up higher and giving him better access to my aching pussy. His fingers started to play with my clit. They dipped in and out spreading my wetness all around. I felt excitement building inside me. I couldn’t turn my head enough to see what he was doing, but it felt good. Then something cold and wet touched my pussy startling me for a second and raising my level of excitement up one notch. ‘Lube’ I thought to myself. Then something cold and hard touched me and I felt the gentle vibration as he turned the toy on. Ohhh that felt good. He moved the vibrator around. When he got a reaction out of my body that he liked, he tried the same spot again and again as if testing a theory. And then he increased the speed and moved the vibrator up and down and around my clit.
“Oooohhh” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.
“Does that feel good?” he demanded to know.
“Oh yes, Sir. Very good, Sir” I gasped. I was getting close. I knew I was getting louder. I couldn’t help myself. I could feel the orgasm start to build inside me. He increased the speed and the pressure of the vibrator. It was almost as if he knew what I needed. I was so close now.
“Cum for me” he demanded and as if by just saying the words he could make it happen I went over the edge and started to cum. I clenched the sheet under my fingers and started shaking, I was cumming so hard. The more I pulled against the restraints, unable to move my legs closer together, the harder I came. He kept that vibrator going, an unrelenting attack on my clit. He continued to rub the vibrator on and around my clit and I continued to cum. My orgasm felt like it lasted forever, my whole being centered on the amazing feeling between my legs. I was panting so fast and shaking so hard I wasn’t sure how long my body could take the stimulation. And just as I was about to beg for him to stop, everything went still.
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I believe.....
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Posted:Jul 26, 2009 10:07 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2009 6:22 pm
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I believe......
that people come into our lives for
~a reason
~a season or
~a lifetime
I believe I have a mission in life. I come into people's lives for the purpose of helping them to get through difficult times, helping them to heal, to see, to guide them, motivate, encourage or help them grow.
You came into my life for a reason; to help me explore my deepest darkest fantasies, to help me learn about myself. Time and distance may separate us but you will be with me for a lifetime.
Thank you,SIR!
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Chapter 2
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Posted:Jul 24, 2009 8:49 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2009 9:07 pm
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Just like downstairs, it was all laid out for my inspection. Or maybe that wasn’t why. This time it was black leather wrist and ankle cuffs laid out on the white bedspread. The contrast of black on white was bold. The metal rings sparkled at me. He hooked his fingers into the ring around my collar and pulled me in to him for a long hard kiss. There was a smoldering chemistry between us and his kisses made me forget for an instant why I was there. “Give me your hand.” He said it quietly, but there was no mistaking the command in his voice. I held my hand out for him. He fastened the thick black band around my wrist. It was snug, but not uncomfortable. I stared at it, transfixed, as he secured the other wrist cuff. I loved the way the strong, black leather looked as it caressed my small wrist. “Sit!” He commanded. “Yes, Sir” I quietly whispered, uncertain of the protocol. “Good girl” he said with a smile. “Now give me one of your legs.” I lifted up my right leg and placed my 4 inch, high heel, patent leather shoe against his thigh. ‘Damned, these are sexy shoes’ I thought to myself. He ran his hands slowly up my silky, stocking clad leg. The warmth of his hand lingered every place he touched. Again, the look of something so strong and masculine against my feminine body provided a contrast that excited me. He secured the other cuff to my left leg. He grabbed hold of the ring around my collar, pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard again. He kissed me for what felt like a long time. His hands roamed my body leaving a trail of warmth wherever they touched. He grabbed my ass and massaged it firmly and I swear I heard him growl underneath his breath. I was getting hot and excited. And once again, I had forgotten all about what was to come. His hands unzipped my skirt and it fell to a puddle at my feet. “Step out” he said “and now walk for me.” On unsteady legs I walked until I reached the door. I slowly turned and provided him with a view of the garter belt and black lace panties I had bought for the occasion. I told him, before I arrived, that the panties along with the matching black lace bra was part of my gift to him to do with what he pleased. He had laughed and told me that my trust in him was the greatest gift of all and no other gifts were required. “Take your shirt off for me…….. .slowly”. I followed his instructions and began to gradually unbutton my shirt. I lowered it off my shoulders exposing my new black lace bra with my breasts spilling out of the top. The shirt fell to the ground and with it, my eyes. “Look at me” he barked. Breath caught in the back of my throat and I raised my eyes to look at him. His eyes were intense. I could tell that he liked what he saw. I risked a quick glance down to his crotch and confirmed my suspicions. I watched as he pulled the bedspread down and off the bed. As he did so, I saw the thick metal chains that ran from side to side across the head and the foot of the bed. My eyes widened and I stopped breathing.
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Posted:Jul 16, 2009 7:22 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2009 9:06 pm
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They were all laid out in front of me. The deep blood red of the couch fabric provided a dramatic background for the black leather and glistening steel. There was one collar that had steel all the way around. He said I couldn’t choose that one. That was okay with me. It looked scary. I didn’t want to wear that one anyway. But the minute I saw the collar with the studs on it, I knew that was the one I wanted to wear for him. I looked at them all just to be sure. I picked up the thick one and held it to my throat. It was too large, just as I suspected. Then I picked up the one with the studs and held it to my throat. It felt good. It felt like sliding into a pair of my favorite jeans. The look in his eyes told me he approved of my choice. I was happy that he was pleased.
“Stand up and turn around.”
I did as he requested. My legs were a little shaky as he secured the collar around my neck. I felt the leather caress the front of my neck and automatically lifted my hair for him to secure the collar. ‘Oh my G-d. I’m really doing this,’ I thought to myself. The significance of accepting his collar was not lost on me. I knew I had just crossed the threshold. “Face me.” He commanded. He adjusted the collar so the ring was centered, then he pulled on it abruptly, brining me in for a long, hard kiss. My breath caught in my throat at the suddenness and force of his kiss. I felt a warmth and sudden moisture between my legs. With our bodies pressed so close together I could tell that the ritual of fastening the collar around my neck had an effect on him too.
“Are you ready to go upstairs?”
I grabbed my margarita and took a large sip, and then another, stalling for time. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to let this man strap me to his bed and do what ever he wanted to my body? He was practically a stranger. Oh, we had spent numerous hours on the phone, sending text messages and e-mailing. We had gotten to know each other. He understood my boundaries and my fantasies. I had shared with him my deepest, darkest desires. Things I had never admitted out loud to anyone. But this was only our second face to face meeting. I didn’t have to do this. I could walk away. I could just stay and have lunch. I could tell him I wasn’t ready or that I wanted to start things off “vanilla”. He would have agreed to any of those things. He was letting me set the pace.
Right or wrong, I trusted him. I wanted this. I wanted him. And I wanted him to take me there, to that place I had only fantasized about.
I nodded my head. “I’m ready” I said and with that, he took the leash out of his pocket, clipped it onto my collar and led me upstairs to the bed room.
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Disturbing!!!
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Posted:Jul 8, 2009 6:59 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2009 7:03 am
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I was looking through men's profiles tonight and I came across one who was dressed like a woman. Now......... personally, this is a HUGE turn off for me, but it doesn't hurt anyone so I say "to each his own".
But the thing that disturbed me was a close up of this man's feet. They were wearing my favorite shoes! EEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!
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Happy 4th of July
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Posted:Jul 4, 2009 4:26 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2009 1:48 pm
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I hope you see fireworks tonight.
Even better if you are indoors and horizontal! 
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Cure for what ails ya!
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Posted:Jun 30, 2009 3:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2009 6:05 am
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I've got a crummy head cold. I'm so stuffed up that I can barely breath. I don't like to take Sudaphed before bed because it keeps me awake. But not to worry. I know a way to clear my stuffiness before I fall asleep. One (or two) good orgasms. Yes, you read that right. An orgasm clears away nasal stuffiness. It also gets rid of tension headaches.
Besides an overall good feeling, I was wondering......... have you found any other ailments that have been cured by a good orgasm?
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Don't judge a book by it's skort
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Posted:Jun 25, 2009 5:09 am
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2012 2:10 pm
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This year, the sports apparel companies have been marketing the sports skort. You know, a little short skirt with shorts underneath??? Well I got a few for running and thought I could wear them golfing too. Well, I absolutely  my new skorts. They are so comfortable I decided to try wearing it kickboxing.
Now,you need realize that the gym I go to is a HARDCORE boxing and Mixed Martial Arts kind of gym. If you've ever watched them training on the Ultimate Fighter, think that but bigger and crowded.
So in I stroll in my cutesy little skort and pink Nike top. Man...... I got the evil eye from quite a few of the guys. I could just about hear their thoughts out loud ("This ain't no pansy ass girly gym! You need to go to get lost and go to CardioExpress or Planet Fitness") And I swear I could almost feel the hostility. And then I got to work, hitting, kicking, kneeing & elbowing the bag.
When I left the gym more than an hour later, soaking wet with sweat, I didn't notice any hostility coming from the hardcore fighters. And..... I might have even gotten a few little looks of respect.
Ever have an experience where people judged you incorrectly and you proved them wrong? It feels great, doesn't it? Tell me your story.
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Did You Cum Yet?
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Posted:Jun 21, 2009 1:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2009 4:31 am
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I went out for cocktails and dinner with my girlfriends last night and I wanted to share our conversation with the men here on Passion. I could say "the conversation eventually turned towards sex" except the conversation actually started with a discussion on sex. LOL!!! (and this was well before the first sip of fruity cocktails)
Anyway...........
We classified men into two categories:
1-The men whom you KNOW exactly when they've cum
2-And those who....... were not really sure. (Did you cum?)
We hands down love it when we know exactly when you are about to or have just cum!!!!
And if your wondering how we could not know; well....... you know how sometimes you fuck hard for a while and need a short rest and then fuck hard again? Well for those "sneaky" cummers, sometimes we've learned your not actually taking a short break, but you've actually just cum. Hmmm,  How are we to know? The other kind of "sneaky" cummer are those who continue to thrust long after they've cum. (Why???? Why would you do that? I don't understand)
So, in case you were wondering, there you have it. We like to know that you have cum and we hope we've satisfied your sexual desires (for the moment anyway!)
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
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