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you can't always get what you want........
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you can't always get what you want........ It’s so close today. The air dense. Spread on the bed under the ceiling fan, hands above my head. Your long fingers around my throat, pushing my head back, your knees spreading my legs further apart, so far apart that I cry out. Your other hand, fingers pinching my nipples, pulling, twisting, when I moan, you release my throat and slap my face. “Not a sound easygirl" The pull on the nipples as intense as you shake my breasts. I watch your face. The beast is near. The collar is thick and tight, the chains cold on my flesh as you tighten the clamps over my swollen nipples. Sitting back on my thighs, your cock resting on my belly, one hand pulling it slowly so that I can see, so that I need, want. I wet my lips. I would beg for it in my mouth if I were allowed to speak. Instead I pant, open my mouth. Plead with my eyes. You slap the clamps back and forth, pull the chains together and place your cock in the tunnel between my swollen tits. I push forward with my head to try to lick the head as it nears my mouth. You slap my face. “Easygirl…..whose breasts are these?” A warning in his voice. “Your’s Sir, for Your pleasure” my god i am so wet. Your cock on my face beating down. The smell of your cock. “Open” On my lips, but gone so fast, I feel your fingers on my belly drifting. “I said, not a sound.” I did not realize I had made one I nod, I open my mouth, my eyes begging. Your cock hovers at my lips then plunges deep. my body spasms under you, but I make no sound just suck as tightly as I can, hold your cock deep in my throat. You pinch my nose closed. A hand around my throat, thrusting deeper, oh god, the feel of you. As you pull out I inhale, your cock on my cheek, tears running down my face, gagging. Your cock is dripping with my spit. You run your hand up and down the shaft. I watch in envy. You lean back and push your balls over my mouth, watching me lick, watching me struggle to reach them. my tongue stretching to catch one so I can suck it into my mouth...... Your fingers drifting, I feel them everywhere. Spreading my lips open. Teasing my tight asshole. But all I see is your cock. You turn. Now, with your back to me, I am free to devour your balls to suckle them, to lick and prod, run my tongue along your taint, to push my face deep and spread your cheeks, to prod your ass with my tongue. You stand. I am bereft. no, no, come back. My legs are twitching, jerking with the need to come. The deep ache in my pussy is like a weight. You grab the largest of your plugs. The steel one. You slip it in and out of my pussy, slicking it, flip me over and pull me up by my belly onto my knees, press, twist it into my ass in one long motion. I groan and my hands fist. (don’t come, don’t come) “Count, easy” I cannot see what you have selected.  ""One. (The crop and I relax) "Two" (the belt?) “15 easy….i saw that, He said with humor, and thank me after each one. “ And I do. Oh Sir, I thank you. And on the last lash, pushing a dildo in and out, you place your thumb on my clit. my legs are spasming. "cum easy," Of course, because my Sir tells me to, I do. It’s then, then when you pull out the dildo, then, that you put the velvet head of your rock hard cock at the opening of my soaking slit. I can feel myself pushing clenching. I pull the head in, I watch your eyes close, your thigh muscles stiffen. I feel your cock go deeper as my cunt suctions him in. Your hands fall forward, grab onto my hips. Your nails dig into them, such glorious pain. Your cock hits my g spot and rubs it into a massive tortured nerve pulling my body into itself, my legs go up over your back, forcing you deeper with each plunging thrust. There’s so little room with the plug in my ass...oh god so tight, so full, i will explode, flooding the bed. i feel your cock grow, i feel the vein, i feel the head hit my cervix, the colors in my head, the sounds, the ache, the need, this place of infinite rightnow, and the feel of your cum as it moves, oh god, oh god.................. “now” YES. Yeah, it was something like that You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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anyone else horny as hell in the summer? You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Oh Hell yes, Thank you WE, I nearly came myself  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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Such a great blog, I too have known how it feels.. that amazing rush of having a Master, being owned.. so friggen intense. Being controlled, having to hold in.. when you want to explode. Such an amazing time in my life. Thanks for sharing. 
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Oh yes... wicked... more .. yummy,. hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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OH MY GAWD WICKED!!!! Can I breathe now??? WOW!!!!!!!! Rachel Mae
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Maybe a bit more in the Summer but it is a year around thing... Vive La Difference
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This is so well written. And not my bag. But definitely so interesting to read. The urgency is... right... there. Good for you if this is a current event. And... good for you even if you are writing about a past one. Love ya, sis, kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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Yikes! I feel like I've been peeping through a window... 
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I knew you'd post the details of our recent meeting! 
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" pulling my body into itself" WOW that says it all and then some. What an hot and creative rant about summer horniness ( yes I said rant) (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Summertime, yes. I've read it has to do with the extra daylight (sorry to get all sciency on such a hot post, hehe).  
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7/19/2017 1:08 pm |
Wow! QuietMan
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Delightfully wicked, indeed. and easy....well, that is probably misunderstood by some troll types....*S*.....but the easy I picture is that spoken of in perhaps Jack Tempchin's finest tune: a personality and / or quality that does prompt those peaceful easy feelings. And not just in the desert night.
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A dessert night in the desert.....that would be a particular delight, or delights plural. *chuckle*
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