Him: That bum is asking for a spanking.
Me: What?! I didn’t even do anything bad!
Him: I know baby, it’s not your fault. It’s just that your bum is so naughty.
It’s been writing itself for a long time, this story in which I’m the Daddy. It’s still not quite there yet, but the pieces are starting to fall together. It’s only natural that I would want my own Little, my own pet. I’ve always been nurturing, I’ve always wanted to protect pretty things that struggle so. When I’m dominant it’s in a loving way. “I want you to do better for me baby, don’t you want to make me proud?” I whisper so you have to listen closely. “You like it when your Daddy’s sweet to you don’t you pretty girl?”
herdirtylittleheart: “Don’t be shy baby, tell me how you want it.”
“…because your knees always get so shy baby, don’t they?”
(Alternate caption: conversations you have after a glass of wine and a giggly trip to the sex shop…)
Image: Damn Well Spread by~aka-photography-uk
Some of the best spank bank material is aural; soundbites, soundtracks, moans and hard breaths. My husband still conjures the memory of Euro Girl’s accent when she gasped “Ohhhhh (insert hubs name here)! That’s so deep,” just as her husband walked back into the room.
Speaking of which? Kinky Casey unveiled some super sexy audio today. It’s a fantasy that is oh-so-dear to my heart. You have to listen if you haven’t already. (Only when you’re able to take down your pants and cum because that is what will happen when you hear it. Promise.)
Also why did nobody ever tell me you could add /chrono after a tumblr tag url and see a chronological version of the posts? (I linked to the Euro Girl stories above in chronological sequence for an example of why this is awesome.) Are there other cool tricks I’m too inept to know about? Please share!
The sexiest text a girl can receive. (via thinkivykink)
I fucking love Ivy. <3
You dream of deliciously filthy Dirty Talk but you’re not getting enough of it. It could be for several reasons; your partner might not be into it, you might feel awkward and not know how to make the transition to dirty talk, you might have been too wrapped up in work or the kids lately, maybe you lack experience… either way, you want aural stimulation.
When you’re starting to kiss and tease and fool around, before things get hot and heavy, ask with a curious smile what they have been using lately as inspiration when they masturbate. What kinds of videos? What special memories from their spank bank? What daydreams or fantasies? Not only does it get the ball rolling, and invite them to ask you the same, but you can learn a lot about your partners desires… and you can figure out precisely what kinds of things to dirty talk about for maximum button-pushing.
As a matter of fact this afternoon, while reconnecting, this starter question led my husband to tell me about a hot video he watched involving an oiled up Tori Black and a sexy massage, and I of course gushed about Stoya and my recent “on a road-trip in an old car with a bench front-seat in between two sexy boys who happen to be bi-curious roommates who have crushes on me” fantasy. Thus began some epic dirty talk and very intense fucking…. just what I had been hoping for. ;)
2:47pm- Me: Careful, you don’t want to wear out my little mouth before the party… Him: Aw but you like it when you’re sore, makes you feel like such a good little slut doesn’t it? Me: *blushes*
4:19pm- “Let’s smoke a joint and have an early dinner, I don’t want to feel bloated if we’re going to be group-naked later.” Genius plan.
6:51pm- ”This is the smoothest it’s ever been. That’s how we do it from now on, you have a long bath before I shave your puss.” -My husband (Hee hee… This ritual keeps getting better.)
7:50pm- Somehow knowing I’ll be naked for most of the party means I spend twice as long on my hair and make up. Femme-security-blanket ftw.
8:17pm- omg OMG you know what would go perfectly with my costume?! My pretty pink cuffs!!!! SQUEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
8:39pm- (Dies from awesome when she realises her pink earrings match her cuffs which match her panties.)
9:58pm- My sexy husband and I snicker as we pass a giant billboard en route to the party with the following ad:
“Use gentle hands Daddy.”
So yesterday while fucking my husband and I were dirty talking about him and another boy tying me up, which led to us reminiscing about the times I have been tied up by him and another boy…
It was quite a hot conversation.
So hot in fact that today I read the posts I wrote about that truly Great Friday when Cub tied me up in front of my husband. And in reading my posts I realised that I left out the hottest memory I have from that night because I was too embarrassed about sharing it at the time.
But I’m no longer ashamed to tell you…
Great Friday 4.2
Once Cub had me tied up he brought me over to my husband and put me on my knees. They both toyed with me, pulling on the rope harness to manoeuvre me in the ways that served them best. Eventually Cub got down on his knees too and started fingering me while I sucked my husbands cock. It was hard to focus, he’s good with his hands and being used like that makes me feel so needy for their touch.
It was hard to keep my balance with my hands tied behind my back that way. My husband wrapped his hands in my long messy hair and pulled me towards him while Cub pressed his fingers hard towards that spot that undoes me… I can’t control it, the way I cum and squirt and gush when he does that. I whimpered and bucked in between them while they held me still and I made a puddle on the hardwood floor where I was kneeling in between them. He knows I always blush when I squirt like that and it was even worse when all of the lights were on and there weren’t bed-sheets to soak it up. I squirmed when I saw the smirk on his face.
“Oh baby, look at the mess you made…”
They both taunted me as I knelt in my own cum, I could feel my cheeks redden, I couldn’t look either of them in the eye. It wasn’t long after that they untied me….
I love how in the tumbl-verse we can be all “swooooon” over D/L related texts and unf-tastic dirty talk, but in my real life if I accidentally sent that text to the wrong person I would have a LOT of explaining to do.
(On second thought you probably wouldn’t do much explaining… probably more a combination of awkward feelings, avoidance and prayers to the robot-gods that by some act of cosmic mercy that particular text just never went through.)
I’m just gonna put this here because it reminds me of a few very good memories and I think I might need to read it again later…. while my hands are in my panties. <3
It took her a few minutes to realize I was actually going to tell him everything.
In fact, it wasn’t until I told him that she likes to cry when she sucks my cock because it makes her feel twelve did she get nervous. She looked up at me with a question in her eye, but I patted her on the head and smiled in return.
“She gets embarrassed when I tell people what she likes,” I told him as I opened her mouth with two fingers. “But it’s a vicious cycle because the more embarrassed she becomes the wetter she gets. It’s quite a challenge because if she gets too turned on she forgets to be shy.”
“What else does she like?” he asked as I pushed her mouth down around his cock. She choked for just a minute, but soon she was moving her head and looking up at me begging me not to say more.
“She likes to be fucked up the ass when’s the most bratty, but when she’s quiet I fuck her from behind as I bury her face into a pillow. Sometimes I tell her how much tighter her sister is and she whines and promises to try harder. She wants me to get angry enough to hurt her, but in the end she always needs forgiveness.”
“And how is she feeling now?” he asked as he thrust all the way into her throat, holding her there for a long moment. I finally pulled her off his cock by the hair and tilted her head back.
“How do you feel, babygirl?”
“I’ve been good, you’re just being mean to me,” she whined.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I nodded my head as I threw her onto the bed. She hardly struggled when I positioned her on her knees in front of me, her cunt and ass directly in his line of sight. He moved closer as I held her still, and she refused to look at me.
By the time he was buried inside her ass she was coming around him. I held her chin tightly in one hand as my other moved up and down my cock, but it wasn’t until she began to cry that my own orgasm began. Her tears ran down her cheeks as she try to get me into her mouth, and I brushed her hair from her eyes. Finally I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
“Good girl,” I whispered as he collapsed on top of her. “Such a good girl.”
Proprietary things turn me on; words, marks, collars, labels. I want to feel like yours. I want to feel prized, owned, possessed. This is not to say I want to be controlled, I want to be cherished. I don’t want you to call me a slut in bed, I want you to call me your slut. I love the word ‘mine’ while we’re fucking. I love it when you claim me as your own.