This time of year can be so confusing.
I wanna be good, so I get presents.
But I wanna be bad… so I get presents.
Gif by/of spankaway
Speaking of wanting things I can’t have, I’m tempted to start a blog called “Things I can’t Wait to Do When My Neck Injury Heals” because I fantasize about things like this.
And this… all the time.
Daddy likes to leave marks for the other boys to find.
GV, this image made me put my hands in my panties. And knowing it was inspired by The Penpal makes it even hotter. I think we’re all eager to learn a little more about the lucky winner. Bravo. <3
geekyvamp: Uses for belts besides that of “keeping your pants up”. Part I in a series of …I.
You guys my head is completely pornified today.
Current status: Tea and daydreaming. <3
She was sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a silk tie wrapped around both wrists.
Her hands were behind her back and her chin was up. Her chest was rising and falling with short quick breaths and her lipstick was smudged just enough. I turned the music up so loudly that I couldn’t hear her, and I closed my eyes as I undid my belt. I leaned back just enough as my hand slipped into my pants. And I remembered.
I remembered the first time I slapped her face, and I recalled our first kiss. I remembered her crying as I told her she was almost enough; she came for me so gently I had to press my ear to her lips to hear her moans. I thought about her begging and pleading when I took her ass, and I thought about how pretty her eyes get when she’s lost in need.
My hand moved faster as each memory surged through my body, but it wasn’t until I was close to the edge that I went to her. She laughed with joy as I pulled her head back by her hair, and she opened her mouth in relief.
As I came I remembered the first time she used my name when she told me she loved me.
So last night when my sexy husband was out for drinks I stayed home to catch up with a good friend and dye my hair while singing Back In Black (in spite of knowing hardly any of the lyrics) and eat a whole lot of leftover apple-pear crumble. My husband walked in while I was half naked and taking pictures of myself with this balloon.
"What makes you wet?" he asked coyly.
"It’s the name of K’s blog,” I replied.
"That’s a clever name," he said. "Can I pose for one too?"
And voila! Double birthday wishes for itmakesmewet.
"She’s such a good girl Daddy, can we keep her as a house pet?" I teased.
His tongue and hands had her so close, she was gripping the sheets and my shoulders and anything else that was close by. “I want to be your pet. I’ll be so good, I promise I won’t be much trouble…” she ranted, needing more, so close to the edge.
I took the belt, which was looped like a leash, off of my neck and cinched it around hers, turning the buckle so I could hold it tight while he slipped on a condom and pulled her closer. She hadn’t stopped pleading. “Shh, let’s see how good you can be for Daddy,” I said. “Don’t make another sound.” She let out a soft moan and I yanked her leash sharply, pulling her face closer to mine. “Not. Another. Sound. If I hear one noise I’ll tell him to stop fucking you.”
He tested her, she held her breath, I could see her struggle. “I know you can do it pretty girl, don’t disappoint me.” I whispered as she shut her eyes tight to keep it all in. The tiniest squeak escaped from her lips and I let the leash go slack. I gave him a look and he pulled out entirely, waiting.
"No. No. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Pretty. I’ll do it this time, I won’t make a sound I swear." I hushed her and asked her if she wanted another chance. Like a good girl she did.
I watched her face as he drilled her, his fingers stroking her clit, they were so hot together, and she was doing so well. She didn’t make a sound that time. I go all soft when people rise to the challenge. “Baby,” I said sweetly. “You’re doing such a good job, but I miss your sounds. I’m so proud of you, you can make noise again. I want to hear how much you like it. What a good girl you are.”
I watched them fuck hard; unhinged, sweaty, primal.
They came together.
It was gorgeous.
He puts me on my back, his belt around my neck so he can hold me firmly in my place while he slides himself slowly into my tightest space.
"Show her. Show her how good you are for me baby. Show her how you like it. Tell her." It’s that uncomfortable place half way between humiliation and ecstasy, where I’m squirming and I’m wet and the wheels in my busy head spin full force before they finally standstill. It’s overwhelming and raw and it’s right in the middle of my chest and it’s heavy and I’m warm all over. I can feel those stubborn places in my head struggling to maintain control, but they’re slowly losing purchase.
He has me admit that I cum harder when he fucks me there. I blush when I tell her I like it best when I’m on my back so I can watch his face as he works himself into me. He teases me, he starts so slowly that I ache for it. She’s rubbing my clit, in awe of how wet I am, he moves at a glacial pace when I want to erupt like a volcano. He’s tormenting me, telling Sunny to watch and pay attention. I’m begging him now, fussing and arching, “Please? Please let me have it?”
He plunges into me, strong and steady, I gasp. I thank him desperately.
"That wasn’t me, that was Sunny," he says. She’s smiling, mischiveious. She took pity on me and pushed his hips hard against me. He’s entertained. "Looks like she’s on your side, Heart."
He pulls his belt tighter and I can hear her sigh and eventually I can’t hold on anymore and I come so hard I see flashes of lights and it sounds like someone is screaming and maybe that’s me, but I don’t know and I don’t care and their hands are all over me and I’m shaking from the force of my orgasm. He lays on top of me to hold me still. “Shhh…” his voice in my hear soothes me as he brushes my hair from my eyes.
"See Sunny, that’s how big girls like it," he says. "Didn’t she do so well?"
Sunny says she wants to be a big girl too. He chuckles as he kisses her and pulls her close. “Not yet little girl.”
It was all so fucking hot, the power dynamics had shifted and he was exploiting it beautifully.
I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, and Sunny was on her hands and knees on top of me. We were kissing and she was telling me secrets. “I’ve never had my ass fucked Heart, could I watch him fuck you there? Could you show me how to take it like a big girl?” I almost didn’t notice his hands, it was dark, but then his buckle caught the light.
"Uh oh Sunny. Daddy’s got his belt," I said wide eyed and knowing.
"Because we were bad girls when we were out?" she asked.
"Shhh!" I urged. "You’re not supposed to tell him that!"
He looped it like a noose and slipped it around my neck, pulling the black leather taut and bringing my mouth to his hard cock. “First she’ll show you how much big girls like the belt, and then she can show you how much they like having their little asses fucked.”
She watched intently, one hand on her clit and the other on mine. I kept my eyes on his as he moved me like a marionette, pulling me closer as I looked up at him.
"Mmm, that’s so good baby," he moaned as he tightened the reins. "What a good girl you are."
We’re dressing up and going out to play tonight. You guys know how much I love dressing up right? I fucking live for it. Even as a little girl Halloween was my favourite holiday; candy AND costumes? GOLD! All day I’ve been distracted form work by mulling over my accessory and outfit options for tonight. Our costumes are GREAT! I can’t wait for my mister to come home so our weekend can start… and we’ll decide if we’ll start with tricks or treats.
(Part 1 is here.)
I had been half asleep in a warm, fuzzy, post-orgasmic bliss when I heard the shhhhh sliding sound of leather slipping past denim loops, his jeans dropping to the floor and the cold metal clink of his belt buckle. It was sobering.
He straddled me, slid the smooth leather over my curves and slapped my pussy sharply with the tail. I flinched and he did it again, and again. Some felt so good, hitting that fleshy spot that jiggles and makes the best cracking sound, others stung so badly they made me jump and wince. There wasn’t enough time for me to figure out which I liked best.
He put one hand on each end of his belt and used the smooth flat surface like strap to pin me down as he teased and tormented my swollen, sensitive clit. When I least expected it he flicked the end of his belt across my face. It burned, warm, I cried out in surprise but even to me my voice sounded tiny.
He looped his belt and slipped it over my head until it was tight around my neck. I breathed an unfamiliar wave of calm. I could feel myself taking flight from my busy head with it’s anxiously neurotic thoughts that play on repeat for most of my day. I could feel myself disappear.
The last thing I remember is him tightening the belt and holding the end of it in his clenched teeth, leaving his hands free to pull my hips closer to his so he could fuck me like he was trying to break me.
I don’t think I came again, I think I was beyond that. I don’t even remember him finishing, or us falling asleep. I just remember sleeping like a baby and waking up in awe of the marks; the ones you could see, and the ones you couldn’t.
Monday night I dominated my husband. This rarely happens. He’s so top he doesn’t even feel comfortable being teased usually, he likes to be doing, not getting. He has very little practice being in a submissive space. It was hot.
Tuesday he sent me a text during the day. “I’m sore baby. Tonight, you’re gonna get it.”
I swear to god, I got so wet so fast I almost fainted.
When we finally got to bed that night he made me cum using his hands and tongue in under 3 minutes. It was all about me, he was completely focused and I had one of those long intense orgasms where the plateau lasts forever and you feel like you might have a heart attack.
He put his big warm hand over my chest while I twitched and moaned afterwards and pinned me down (just enough that I felt still grounded). I love that it just takes one hand. His strength comforts and excites me.
I thought he had forgotten his promise.
I heard his belt before I saw it.