Redridinghood13stuff

Writer and expression of truth

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"You will obey me, slug. Do you understand? I am in no mood to be ignored."I hissed in his face.

"Yes, my Queen. I will obey."he answered.

"Have you disobeyed me this week?"

"Yes, Mistress. I came several times thinking about you."was his reply.

I released the ring on his collar. Tapping my crop against my hand as I walked around the room.

I was allowing his imagination to do my job for me by building suspense.

When I returned, I ordered him to choose the tool I used to impact punish him. He chose the crop.

He was placed in the standing stockade. Head, wrists, and ankles were secured.

"Beg me for it, bitch.", I instructed.

"Please, my Queen, inflict pain on your worthless slave, to remind me of my place in your universe.", he pleaded.

I raised the crop and gave him four hard swats on his ass. Then as he continued to plead for "more", I obliged.

The total count was twenty. His bottom was cross hatched by the time I was done.

"Mistress, I need to be taught a lesson. Please punish me more.",the begging continued.

I took him at his word. I set up the fucking machine up behind him and applied a generous amount of lube to his opening and to the 8 inch toy. I intended to start with something smaller but he appeared to be eager.

The "pounding" started slowly enough. I set the machine for 20 strokes a minute at half depth. After several minutes, I increased the depth and the speed.

His moans and thank you's continued. He released into a puddle onto the floor.

I finally became bored with him saying "thank you" on repeat, so I stopped the machine.

I unfastened his restraints and he fell to his knees. I moved the machine into of him.

He knew what was required, his mouth went to work on the toy that so recently used in his ass.

To prevent him from disobeying again, I fitted him with a cock cage, that small enough to make any type of erection impossible.

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Good morning Beautiful People,

Yes, I am talking to you.

So now that I have your attention...I have a question.

I have a small collection of stories that might make it as a book or two. I am asking your opinion on whether I should expand them into full books or not.

The first one, is completely twisted. The two ladies have been lovers since their experimental teen years. They are also best friends and married to men who became best friends.

The guys conspire to swap wives but it back fires. And the wives flip the script.

One of the wives is a hard core dominant, the other loves pain and being humiliated. The men have similar roles but not as hard core.

They switch, swing and seduce a few extras throughout the chapters that are already finished.

I did say HARD CORE. The wives have the weaker husband providing pleasure for the dominant husband. And there is pain and humiliation. NSFW 🔞 is definitely in order.

The second one is about a local, southern sheriff's deputy. She is also running into someone who deserves to be punished outside of the court room. I don't remember much about her, but I love her sense of humor. And at one point she either uses a ball bat as a toy or watches the guy use it on himself. Her humor and wit shine through, there are a few local characters that come back now and then.

We are talking more bright, southern people and less Dukes of Hazard. No offense intended.

Both have dominant women, both use men. One is more woman on woman sex, but the men are added "meat" for the story.

The other is dominant female, mostly with males being punished or abused. Possibly with other males and/or females thrown in for spice and flavor.

So please let me know which you prefer, in the comment section below

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The flimsy night dress fell away from her body as she pulled away from the column.

She was channeling her inner Gothic victim.

She thought of the vampire that was going to grab her, and then she thought of the zombie that would eat her flesh. Anything to increase her look of vulnerability.

It was all a part of the game that they played. He took the photos as she went through a series of poses. There was no nudity. She refused the extra money that would pay.

They did these photoshoots about once a month. They had a special website, and customers would request special themes. Tonights shot was obviously a Gothic theme.

They wouldn't have sex for the week leading up to the shot. It helped build up the sexual tension of the shots.

Tonight was no different. They had been at it for an hour, and he felt he had enough good shots. She wanted to give it another thirty minutes. She knew that the best shots often came as the desired levels rose.

Her desire was high, and she was guessing his was as well, by the tone of his voice.

He moved in closer for the closeups. He could see the stiffness of her nipples and the wet spot forming in her white panties.This helped him with his own arousal.

The next thirty minutes flew by, and she was right. The final shots were amazing.

They flipped through a few of them and then headed to the van.

He was entirely too arousal to wait until they got home. He suggested that they use the van.

She agreed. They quickly got naked. They went immediately into a 69 position. Her mouth was around his member quickly, and he was in the back of her throat in one deep stroke.

His tongue parted her labia and ran the length of her slit. He danced it over her clit. She erupted within seconds, but he continued to tease her making her erupt again and again.

She continued to work her mouth the length of his shaft. Teasing the head with each upstroke.

He erupted into her throat moments later. He offered her more, she accepted.

She kept him hard and then mounted him. She slid down the length of his cock. They kissed and hugged, caressed and

touched each other. As she rode him, she guided his thumb to her swollen clit.

They made love and fucked, each in turn. When they finished in mutual orgasms, they collapsed into a sweaty heap on the floor of the van. Each panting and babbling. After a few minutes of cool off, they cleaned up as best they could and drove home for a proper shower.

The photos from that night sold for over $20,000. The orders for next month will take a bit of planning to get the space but if they can create a Gothic castle, they should be able to figure out an industrial lab.

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Good morning Darling's,

Today is a bit different. BRAG TIME...

this is the Preface or Prolouge for my next book.

Yes my NEXT STAND ALONE book. My fingers are crossed that it will be formatted and edited by June. Zoe DeNoir is dealing with that, so fingers crossed. She has had it for a hot minute and has informed me that it is the next thing that she will finish. So yippee.

And speaking of Zoe DeNoir , she also informs me that after she finishes editing this book...she is going to finish writing "My Drunken Weekend/Night in San Palo" or whatever the title is. Which I have been waiting 3 yrs to read. And then she informs me that she wants to do another book anthology of more of our collective stories.

But here is what you can expect from my next book.

Dear Readers

First of all, thank you very much for choosing this book. I appreciate that I am an author whose works you want to read.

I generally don't give any type of background for a book. I usually have a thought, I write it down and we go from there.

But this one is different. First of all, it is ten years old. Second, it is the very first LONG piece I had ever written. Third and possibly the most important thing, it was requested.

Background for context:

Several years ago I started posting flash pieces and vignettes on a website, that included chat rooms. I was noticed by a local business near my area. He reached out to me because he sensed that I had some experience in his type of fantasy/kink. He didn't pay for this story, he just requested that it be written.

He wanted me to write the story of the life he "could" live, if he wasn't afraid. In real life he is not a "sissy". He stressed that he wasn't gay, was happily married, owns a local construction company, a real "manly man" type. But he dreamed about allowing a woman to turn him into a sissy.

He told me his deepest fantasies and the sad truth, that he was afraid to attempt any of them.

He would sit in his truck in the parking lot of places that he knew

had glory holes but was never brave enough to go inside. He occasionally wore women's underwear under his work clothes. But it was rare. For fear of being caught.

He wasn't ashamed of who he was, but he was worried about the public finding out. He didn't want to lose the respect of the community.

This story is his "dream" life, I just wish that he would have been brave enough to try it at least once.

He is still alive, but he finally quit the site and he lives a very vanilla life. Safe from the prying and judgemental eyes of the world.

It is sexually graphic, NSFW, and male on male action. Almost purely male on male.

I hope that it reaches you and that you enjoy it.

I also hope that if this is your kink, that someday you get to experience at least a part of it. But do remember practice safe sex, always have a safe word and don't ask for more than you can safely handle.

This is a work of fiction. But I have done some of these things to men, in real life, can you figure out which things??

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She was waiting for me in the stone wall surrounding her house. A bottle of wine clasped between her fingers. Her legs were bare, and there was the ever-present hint of sassiness in her smile.

I stopped my truck, jumped out, and helped her off the wall. I opened the door for her and held her hand as she climbed in.

We didn't have a real plan for today. I had thrown a bag with a few blankets and pillows in the backseat, and there is a picnic basket there as well.

The sun was shining for the first time in weeks. The Temps was 72, not too hot, not too cold.

I had been down a few back roads recently because of work. And I was inspired to bring her on a picnic and a little afternoon delight.

As we drove, the music played, and the mood was lit. She was wearing a cute sundress and a big, floppy sun hat.

The road finally leads to a quiet pullover by a stream with a flat spot on the bank.

I pull over and back into the spot that I had already chosen. I left the music playing. I opened the tailgate and opened her door. I lifted her out, holding her waist tight. I then lifted her into the bed of my truck.

I handed her the blankets and pillows.

She straightened them out into a makeshift bed and settled into a nest type of thing.

I climbed in with her. She welcomed me with opened arms. Kisses, touching, laughter, all that led to getting naked. We took turns removing each other's clothes. With the play, we felt each naked bit if exposed skin needed.

I kissed and touched her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and down even farther.

She did the same to me. My skin tingled with each sensual touch of her fingers and her mouth.

When her mouth circled around my raging hard-on, I could only moan and say, "More, yes more, please."

She didn't fail to deliver. It had been ages since I had an open-air blow job. The birds were singing, she was deep throating me, the sun was shining, and my life was perfect.

My hands moved down her body, and she turned to give me better access. Never once removing her mouth from me.

I love playing with her like this.

She was coating my fingers with her juices, and my own juices were beginning to rise, and my release was building.

She knew what to expect, she has experienced my orgasms before.

I released several seconds later, flooding her mouth and throat with every last drop of my cum.

My fingers were still teasing her own soaking wet pussy.

Moments later she was grinding against my mouth, doing her best to drown me. She is the wettest woman I have ever been with. I always know when she is having a good time. But if she was dry, you know that you messed up.

She bent over and began to stroke me. Determined to get me erect again. And it worked. She moved down my body and mounted me a newly formed erection.

She rode me hard and switched it up to a slow, gentle ride.

My hands explored and touched her, every inch of her that I could reach.

How long it took, I have no idea. We made love off and on all afternoon. The sun warming our skin, the breeze cooling us off, the passion overriding our timid natures.

After we released again she dashed off to the stream, to wash up. The entire area heard her screams as she sat in the cold water and splashed herself clean.

I joined her a few minutes later, but decided not to scream. Although I did agree with her. The picnic was great. The sex was amazing, and the day ended with us cuddling together, watching a stupid movie. And not even fighting the urge to sleep. Hours later, we woke up together on the sofa.

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We both have a lot of stuff going on in our lives, things that we can only deal with on our own. Although we both know that we have someone ready to listen or hold our hands or just sitting quiet with us at the end of the day.

There are days when our needs are left unspoken because they don't need to be. We know the need without being told.

Today, it is her turn to be the understanding, giving one.

She has already showered when I get home. I say very little, too much on my mind and dealing with it in my own way.

She feeds me a home cooked meal. Allows me space in the evening.

As I showered, she dimmed the lights throughout the house, turned down the bed, and waited for me outside the bathroom door.

As I stepped out, she placed a finger on my lips to silence me. She took my hand and lead me to the bed.

"Babe, I am sorry, but I am not in the mood tonight.", I told her when I saw the bed.

"It's a good thing that isn't being offered than isn't it.", she answered. In a quiet voice that spoke volumes.

She waited for me to get into the bed, then removed her clothes and climbed in beside me.

She turned to face me and said, "we both have had more on our plates than either of us wants to deal with. We are both going through things and we both need rest. I am going to lay here beside you. You can ignore me or cuddle me or ask me to hold you. I am here for you and to help you rest. You are completely in charge. Good night, my love.", and she kissed the tip of my nose and my forehead.

She kept her word, rolling on her side, away from me. I could tell that she was making herself comfortable for what might be a good night sleep.

I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling, trying to clear my mind of the days events. I finally let go of my reluctance to take comfort. I know that she understands what I am dealing with but isn't pushing.

I roll toward her, my arm slips around her waist. I move each of us closer to the other. I found comfort in her warmth.

I want to say that we drifted off to sleep. But I would be lying. I am a man afterall. As exhausted as I know we both were, after about 15 minutes of holding her soft, warm body next to me. My body reacted as only a male body can.

I moved closer, my erection brushed against her ass.

I reached up to cup her breast. She pushed back against me, letting out a small moan.

Neither of us rushed or pushed, we let everything unfold naturally and slowly.

For the finale she rolled me onto my back, shoved her breasts in my face and rode me until I exploded deep inside of her.

She eased off of me, she cleaned us both up and within minutes I was in a deep sleep. It was the deepest sleep that I had experienced in a few weeks.

The morning started with my breakfast and coffee waiting on me. She had already left for work, but had left a note saying...Thanks for the cuddles last night.

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Picking up with where yesterday's story left off. With the kiss...

We like every other couple have various kisses, some are more significant than others.

I took the bowl of popcorn from her and sat it off to the side. I placed my right hand behind her head and pulled her mouth toward mine. She rocked forward onto her knees and we experienced a passionate, kiss, full of promise, history and desire.

As we kissed my left hand slipped under the hem of the shirt she was wearing. I found her belly and continued to move my hand upward.

I felt the fullness of her right breast weighing heavy in my hand. She moaned into the kiss and moved closer.

My fingertip started making small, tight circles around her nipple. I want it hard enough to suckle and nibble. We both enjoy it when I play with her nipples. I get aroused, she gets extremely wet and very aroused, definitely a win win.

Before she gets too comfortable, I grab her wrist and pull her across my lap.

She squealed and giggled with delight.

She rolled slightly away from me and looked up at me with big blue eyes and said, "spank me daddy...I am about to be a very bad girl."

I shook my head, I smiled. She is the most playful lover I have ever had. Because of her, we "make love", fuck and screw, at various times. On a few nights we were lucky to do all three. The blowjob in the shower was just the warm up for her. She enjoys the "build-up" as much as she enjoys the final act of sex.

I start the spanking and she starts to giggling harder. After five smacks, I sit her back up.

"That's all I get?", she pouts. She reached for the popcorn again.

I grabbed her ankles, and pulled her down onto her back. She wasn't wearing panties.

Once I had her on her back, I lifted the shirt and took her nipple into my mouth. I started gently at first but with her encouragement and begging I got rougher.

I began working on the other nipple, slipping my other hand between her legs. I found her very wet. The silky, warmth of female honey. The velvet feel of an aroused female is hard to duplicate with lube.

I could resist no longer , I bent down and my mouth found her creamy center.

danced my tongue up and down her slit. I found her clit and I bit down on it, just enough to push her over the edge.

She orgamsed several times before she begged me to quit.

She was panting and babbling, not able to make a coherent sound.

I pulled her onto my lap, hugging her tightly against my chest. She kissed her cum off of my face.

She was also squirming against my erection, giving me more reason to want to fuck her.

She lifted up enough to free my dick from my boxers. She quickly sat back down, taking the full length into her opening.

It was my turn to moan. She began to ride me, moving in a rhythm guaranteed to bring us both off. But before I could blow my load, she changed her pace. She also leaned back and grabbed a small vibrator from the table.

She slipped the toy between us, and turned it on. It was positioned up against her clit. But it also stimulated me more than I like to admit.

She released again and again, before driving me over the very shaky edge. I exploded deeply inside of her. She had drained me completely. I was left panting. She bounced off of me, dashed to the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later. She had a hot washcloth, and she washed my cock and balls. She gathered the toys, kissed the head of my dick and left the room.

I just sat back and said a silent prayer of thanks. But I definitely didn't tell her...no sense in fluffing her ego.

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That ass up like was an automatic tell.

"What did you do?"I ask as I walk deeper into the room. I am undressing myself as I go.

She giggles, answering, "What makes you think that I 'did' something?"

"I know you well enough to know that if you are freely offering me your bottom like that, you did something that deserves a spanking. And you are getting ahead of it by offering it up before I find out about it."I answered as I sat beside her legs on the bed. I am having a challenge not spanking her or at least biting her upturned derriere.

"Oh, you think that you know me so well. I am an adult, you know, I could just be laying here in sexy underwear to turn you on. Did you ever think of that?"

"Oh, I thought of that, and a few other things as I sit here looking at your firm round bottom. But I am definitely suspicious."

"Ha ha ha...very funny. For your information, I am innocent. This time, I was just feeling sexy straved and was hoping that I might turn you on."she answered and then blew me a raspberry.

It is hard to believe that she is an adult sometimes, but I do love her playful side.

I bend down and bite the other cheek. She moans with pleasure.

"Do you want me to shower first or fuck you right here and now?", I ask.

"Go shower, I prefer my meat to be clean before I eat it...", followed by more giggles. That comment earned her butt a hard slap.

She yelled, "tease", over her shoulder, as I walked out of the room.

Five minutes into the shower, the shower door opened and she gets on her knees in front of me.

First, it is her mouth on my member, not even a hello kiss yet. After she gets me very hard and practically throbbing. She pushes her heavy breasts together and smothers my cock between them. She begins moving them up and down around my shaft.

I lean against the shower wall and try to hold on. Her tongue flicked across and around the head of my boner.

She might have done nothing before to deserve a spanking, but this behavior will get her whatever she wants. But it was when she released me from the valley of her tits and started to suck my balls that I promised her anything she wanted.

I blew my load a few minutes later. She swallowed and got up and left me to finish my shower.

When I finished my shower, she wasn't in the bedroom. I found her in one of my old t-shirts, sitting on the couch, with a big bowl of popcorn.

She had some goofy movie on the TV and was completely ignoring me.

I joined her, and she offered me some popcorn and the remote. It was then that I noticed a few "toys" laying on the coffee table.

She just ignored me and them. I took her hint, and I know that it is now my turn to pursue her.

I planned on making as much fun of a night for both of us as possible. But I start with kissing, I still haven't had one yet and I miss those lips

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The hotel room was perfect, complete with a multi head shower and a separate dressing area.

It was a shared gift for our anniversary. We each wanted to give the other something special.

We have different ideas for our "special" gift for the other.

I want to give you access to my precious bottom hole. You want to tie me up, blindfolded, and experiment with my pleasure/pain fascination.

You will go first, I willingly lay on the bed, blindfold in place. I have removed my clothes. I am already getting wet, with anticipation.

This section should take longer and lead in nicely to you, taking my nearly forbidden hole.

He started with my nipples. He used ice cubes to tease my nipples into hard little nubs. He changed over to wax, dripped from a soy candle at the perfect height. The pain was just enough to arouse but not enough to cause me to recoil.

My inner thighs were getting wetter as my arousal built. He left the wax to cool and harden, moving down my body.

He found my clit, hard, throbbing, and screaming for attention. He flicked it with the very tip of one finger. I jerked against my restraints, releasing a soft moaning purr.

His fingers, mouth, tongue, and teeth worked their magic over and over again. Bringing me to countless and seemingly endless orgasms. I was glad that we had the foresight to put a towel down because it was soaked.

He began working his finger in and out of my dripping hole, then moving it to my other hole. He worked it in slowly, adding lube as needed.

I was more than prepared by the time he eased his fully erect member into me.

He had left me on my back, still blindfolded and bound. He lifted my legs, raising my ass completely off of the bed.

Moments later, he had himself balls deep in my tight little hole. His hands were pushing hard against the back of my thighs, holding my ass up in the air.

He slowly built up his thrusts until he lost all control. He blew his load, deep inside of me. Moments later he had removed my restraints and I had removed the blindfold.

We went to shower where, we each had a shower head. We cleaned ourselves and each other. Spending extra time and loving care on each other. Kisses and gentle touches. Kindness and tenderness.

We went back to the bed, laying in each other's arms. Touching, kissing and perhaps starting round two.

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Here is a math lesson for you, the photo is just for the honry people who like to be stimulated.

Gas is currently 3.49 a gallon here. This is at the station a half a mile away from the house. But if you drive 15 miles further south, you can save 15 cents a gallon.

My husband ALWAYS goes the extra distance. I only get it there if I am in the area.

Now for the math part. His car gets 18 miles to the gallon. It is a 30-mile round trip to get the cheaper gas. So even if he saves 20 cents a gallon, he is still spending more to save money.

If he gets 15 gallons of gas, he saves $2.25, total. But he uses more than a gallon driving back and forth, thus wasting close to 5 dollars to save 2.25 dollars.

Darling, that math just isn't mathing.

So if you are trying to save some money by driving out of your way to save money on the gallon. Do the math and see if you are actually saving money. Things are tight right now and getting tighter for a lot of us. I am just giving you a bit of food for thought, we all have to look out for each other now a days.

Oh and Happy St Patricks Day

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Stretching out in front of you, proving to both of us that I am flexible. I am your willing sex kitten tonight. I am here for your pleasure as you were there for mine last night.

I am directed to lower myself across your lap, bottom up, of course.

I quickly obey, and my round cheeks are warmed to a rosy glow, of a dozen smacks.

After you are satisfied with the color they have turned, you have me remain there.

I am not surprised when he moves the thin band of my thong out of the way. I feel the slow warming of the lube seep down my crack. A puddle gathers around my opening and thus begins the pressure of the plug. A smallish stainless steel plug, with a green jeweled cap upon the flared base.

I accept it, as he is gentle with its introduction. I am not sure what he is planning but I trust him.

His next command is for me to get to my knees and to worship his erection with my mouth.

I work my mouth the length of his shaft, I suckle his balls, and I worship the head with enough energy that his eyes cross and he begins to speak in tongues. I feel his sack tighten and followed by the warm blast of his load washing down the back of my throat.

He pants, swears and pulls me into a deep hug.

The game continues but only after we move to the bed and his mouth conquers me yet again. I succumb to the power of his tongue. I would worship it, not as a god but as gift from one.

His mouth does things to me that I can't describe and feel feeble in my attempt to try.

I had no intentions to resist but his mouth would have made resistance a non-starter. My legs were not the only thing at this point, my will was no longer my own. I would accept anything within reason as my gift to him for the gift of his tongue.

He rolls me onto my stomach onto a stack of pillows.

He slowly removes the plug, replacing it with the tip of his shaft. With slow and steady pressure he enters me. Allowing me ample time to adjust to his great size.

He takes his time, not wishing to cause me pain. His strokes are deliberate and deeper with each thrust forward. He pulls out, reentering me again and again, plunging deeper and deeper each time. It didn't take long for his arousal to build to a crescendo that resulted with him flooding my bowels with his steaming hot load.

He slipped out of me and collapsed beside me on the bed. He encircled me in his arms, pulling me into a tight embrace. I stayed there for a bit but then I had to go clean up. I returned to clean him and return to his waiting arms.

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Me pulling out my hair in frustration.

Recently, I read a book about traveling from Alaska to the lower 48.

In talking about it with a friend and she admitted that she didn't know how you would do that since Alaska was an island.

Again, I am beyond frustrated with our education system.

Yes, children today are taught fifteen different pronouns but not much else.

They are in touch with every feeling that they have. Not how to deal with them in others, just how to identify them in themselves.

Years ago, people believed knowledge was power. Now, they don't feel that they need knowledge because they have Google. However, it doesn't help if they don't use Google themselves.

What happened to actually KNOWING STUFF.

Knowing that the sun comes up in the East sets in the west. That the seasons happen because we rotate as we circle the sun.

I know more and more people who just don't "pay attention" or notice things.

Please bring back the days when knowing stuff was a good thing.

If you know stuff, please know that I appreciate you.

If you are ignorant, please think before you speak.

Knowledge is still power....and those of us who have it are harder to find.

Oh and if you are not sure....cows can have horns too, not just bulls.

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We are a couple with a kink. We role play. Tonight, we don't technically have "roles" in mind, but I am at work in the theater, setting up the set for the next play. I have the theater to myself, and I invite my husband over. I have a few lights on in the off-stage areas, but I want it to look like a library, not a theater.

With no set theme, we are just going to let the scene play out at its own speed and see where it takes us. Our safe word is Raspberry.

After I open the stage door and relock it, he gives me time to get back on the stage before entering.

I strip down to my underthings and a leather jacket. (it just felt right).

He entered stage right and explained that he was an undercover police officer, and he was given a lead to check out the library.

We banter back and forth, building the tension for the vignette.

I like the way his eyes trace my body, I stop resisting and walk up to him.

"Officer, I have nothing to hide, I am alone in the library. Please feel free to search the place. Perhaps you would like to start with me."I offer.

"I can see that you are hiding nothing on your person. I am going to check out the rest of the building. Wait here."he said.

Exit stage left. I hear a lot of off-stage noises.

I smile because I know that I have a bedroom set up for the second act of this play. He calls me to the backstage area.

I walk into the hidden bedroom.

He knows how sets work. He knows that he can't push me against a stage flat because I will go through it.

He grabs my arm and drags me to the bed. He pushes me down onto the bed, still sitting up but definitely controlled.

He orders me to talk, and when that fails, he unzips his pants and exposes his boner. I am ordered to suck it.

I feigh a protest, but he gets his way in the end.

By now, my panties are wet, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get my rocks off, as well as his.

I gobble his dick, taking it to the back of my throat, semi gagging.

He teases my nipples through my bra and uses his 'night stick' to rub against my panties.

I moan around his raging hard-on, working my mouth over it. The length of his shaft filling my mouth and part of my throat. I know that he is close and he finally explodes against my tonsils.

He takes a minute or two to collect himself before pushing me back on the bed.

He yanks my panties down enough to expose my honey pot. He parts my lips with his tongue and helps me to step out of my panties. He never removes his mouth from my mound.

As I continue to get the bed wetter he ups the antenna. He uses his night stick and a dildo. Moving it in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Going deeper with each stroke. I am moaning, pleading and cumming.

We had completely lost the plot, we only remembered the passion. As we ended up fucking like sex crazed teenagers.

As set designer and props mistress I had to make sure that I washed all the bedding before the cast came in tomorrow.

We ended up in the main dressing room, to clean each other up. He went out for food and I started the laundry. He did stay to help me finish dressing the stage.

When we got home, we showered together and made love, slowly this time. Building gently to a crescendo that left us both breathless.

[scarlett-thomas-wolfe]

I am kneeling, in my pretty little outfit, just off to the side of his feet.

Another girl is serving the drinks and food. I was strictly here for his entertainment tonight.

He is currently ignoring me. He is deep in conversation with another guest.

About an hour later, he took my hand and led me to one of the guest rooms. He didn't speak until we were secluded away from prying eyes.

"I want you to give me s hard spanking, and after that, I will give you the remaining instructions."

He removed his clothing, laying them neatly off to the side. He handed me a stiff leather strap. I started, but he asked me to do it harder. I obeyed and used brute force as I swung my arm over and over again.

After roughly twenty strikes, he told me to stop.

He bent over the foot of the bed, and he ordered me to softly kiss his bruises. I didn't question him, I just obeyed. I softly planted my mouth on each bruise.

As I kissed the last one, my new command was given. I was to part his cheeks and give him a rim job.

I am not a fan, but I did my best.

I heard moans and a few instructions. My tongue worked in and out of his opening. He asked for a finger, which I inserted.

His moans and pushes back on my finger.

"Put another one in."he barks the command.

I oblige. My second finger slips into his willing opening.

His hips move in a back and forth motion and within minutes he explodes in a massive orgasm.

His arms give out because of the strain of holding himself up, and he collapses onto the bed.

He offers me the use of the bathroom to clean myself up and gargle.

After I cleaned up he handed me a 500 dollar tip. My fee had already taken care of.

We thanked each other and our evening ended.

[scarlett-thomas-wolfe]

The view from here was amazing, and I was glad that she wasn't standing on my car.

I don't know who she is, but that doesn't stop my mind from thinking about what I want to do with her in bed.

Like all men, or should I say most men, my little head often thinking more than the big one.

I am adult enough not to be sitting here with a raging boner, but I hope that the wind doesn't blow.

Obviously, they are doing a photo shoot, as the fashion capital, Paris is prime breeding ground for models and fashion.

I am taking a break from one endless meeting after another, and this is a very good distraction.

I think about running my hand up those endless legs. Finding the sweet valley full of milk and honey.

I thought about my fingers exploring up her. My mouth tasting her. Bringing her slowly up to the top of the mountain, just to give her the final push to bring her to her own spot of heaven.

My hands and mouth dream about her breasts, cupped in my hands. Nipples swelling in my mouth.

Does she moan? Does she scream, beg or encourage me to continue.

It is all a part of the fantasy, trying to figure it out. As if I really need this knowledge. I won't be using it, except in my dreams.

I watch her from the safe distance of my Cafe chair. Putting together a picture in my head, for my own entertainment tonight.

I know that when I have some privacy and time I will recall this dream and end it with an explosion of my own.

[scarlett-thomas-wolfe]

Pull up a chair sweetpea, let's talk.

So how do you treat people? No really tell me.

Do you call them to check in? On their birthdays or holidays? Do you message them to find out how they are doing or to check on their mental and/or physical health?

Hmmm and if the answer is no, do you call yourself a good friend?

So recently I had someone tell me that the thing they liked about me was that they knew I cared because I actually did those things.

But I have recently stopped. I stopped calling on the holidays because I found out if I don't call, you don't bother. Hmmm no call on your birthday? Did you answer the phone the last 3 times I called you? Wait, when was the last time you actually called me to check on things or just catch up?

I have a "friend" that we used to message each other daily. Several times a day. It slacked off, that happens.

Well a few weeks ago I found out about a bad health problem with a mutual friend. I emailed twice, I sent a bunch of messages through other outlets. Finally she responded. I know that we are busy, some more so than others.

But I have always been amazed by people who expect others to treat them they way they feel they deserve but when it is their turn, they don't "have time". They are busy, they have "important" things to do.

Buttercup, one day the the people who you counted on might decide to give you the same energy that you give them.

How will you feel if someone that you ALWAYS knew would be there, wasn't there any more?

If they suddenly passed away or for health reasons were unable to be there for you? Would you care? Or would you just find someone else to be your "go to"?.

Remember that if you treat people badly, Karma is a bitch. She might just teach you a lesson you don't want to learn.

My not so subtle advice is this, if you have good people in your life, it is better to keep them there. We are not easily replaced.

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"That will do nicely. Hold it right there."he says to me right before the slap lands on my ass.

I squeal and wiggle a little bit.

He bends over, and I feel his teeth sink into my tender flesh. No broken skin, just enough to get my full attention.

I enjoy the teasing and playful nature of his mood tonight.

His apartment has private access to the roof, and we occasionally play up there under the stars and a canvas canopy if he is feeling frisky or braver than usual.

"Princess, I want you to be brave tonight. Please get naked for me."he instructs.

I obey, quickly, not wanting to keep and spoil the mood.

I am placed on a chaise, and he brings over the toy bag.

Vibrating nipple clips are attached, and my wrists are tied to the arms of chaise.

"I will gag you with my own self."he says as he straddles the chaise and pushes his shaft against my lips.

"Open wide, Princess."he instructs.

I open wide and he eases himself forward. I struggle against his grith and try not to gag.

He begins moving his hips back and forth, in and out of my throat. He also turns up the speed on the vibrator. I struggle a bit, my composure is slipping.

I feel myself getting wetter than I expected.

He increases his tiempo and I feel myself gagging more and more. It arouses him more and he quickly releases his load down my against my tonsils.

He staggers back and sits between my legs. He uses his fingers to open me up. I feel him push into my opening, invading me. He stopped at as he completely touched his knuckles.

His thumb finds my clit, and the next thing I know my muscles are clamping down on his fingers trying to devour his entire hand. I want him and he knows it, but he prefers to continue to tease me until I either explode or beg.

He keeps up his tactic of keeping just ready to beg. I know that he is enjoying himself and I continue to play his game.

Our evening continues on and our game amps up. My orgasms become countless and he fills me up one more time.