Saturday, April 02, 2005

A Masturbation Fantasy

This morning I was so horny that I had to fuck and cum before heading off to class; it was an urge that I could not hold back. I did not even take off my turtleneck or bra, just my pants and panties; with my dildo in hand, I lay on my stomach and teased my clit for a few minutes. To get my imagination flowing, I thought about you bathing me, rubbing a washcloth all over my body very tenderly, though rough around the nipples and pussy areas. Finally getting to my vagina, you push one washcloth-covered finger into your little girl's cunt and wiggle it around, to "make sure" the insides of my hairless folds are all clean. In response to the fluttery feelings in my stomach, I spread my legs wider as you thrust the finger in and out of my cunt more forcefully, and moan when you lean down to lick my hard little nipples. Within minutes, I burst into orgasm, clinching your finger with the pulsating muscles of my cunt.



After getting out of the tub, you wrap me in a towel and say, "You are daddy's good little girl. Now go back to your room and put on those small pink shorts, yes the skimpy ones," as I begin to baulk, "and the matching tank top. Daddy will come tuck you in after he talks to mommy about something important."



With a kiss—slipping some tongue between my lips for the very first time—you pat my ass and walk me down the hallway to my bedroom. I proceed to do as you say but think twice before pulling on a pair of panties. The smooth way your finger glided in and out of me felt so good. Wishing to reenact the sexy masturbation technique you used, I lie back onto my bed, spread my naked legs, and enjoy the sensation of cold air rushing between them to greet the tropical temperatures of my cunt. My middle finger completely stretched out, I rub it between my lower lips to lube them up with the free-flowing juice secreting from my hot pussy hole. When it is wet enough, I plunge the digit deep into my cunt, sucking in my breath in response to the instant pleasure derived from the action. Slowly at first, I pump the finger in and out, sometimes adding a twisting motion to hit certain spots that love attention; they make me squirm and feel lightheaded and happy each time I rub those places. In less than five minutes, I quietly yell "Daddy" as my pussy twitches with spasms around my finger, and I giggle at the thought of my vagina milking the finger, for that is what it seems to be doing.



Getting up from the bed, I find the particular pajamas daddy told me to wear and throw them on. Curious as to why daddy takes such a long time to visit my room to tuck me in for the night, I open my door and silently tread down the hallway to my parents bedroom. Their door is slightly cracked and I peer in to see what they are doing. A most shocking image greets me—mommy, completely naked, is straddling daddy with her legs and bounces up and down his private part as he tugs at the large nipples on her large breasts. Thrown back in ecstasy, mommy's face looks towards the ceiling as daddy uses one hand to slap her ass; his gruff voice tells her she is a bad girl that deserves an intense and abusive fuck. She just moans and bounces faster in response.



Observing my parents turns me on so much that I fish a hand into my shorts and slide a finger into my pussy, rocking my hips in a clockwise motion to set a rhythm. I slide up and down my finger just as mommy glides on daddy's cock, and I pinch my nipples just like daddy, holding them with a steady pressure long enough to cause some slight pain, which I find even more exciting. From my place at the door, I masturbate to the sight of daddy flipping mommy onto her knees and hear her scream as he slams his cock into her sloppy, slick, hairy cunt; she begs him to fuck her harder, to cum deep inside her wet sex organ, and to treat her like a cheap slut. I hear them pant, watch them fuck, see them act like wild animals in heat, and finally watch them explode with orgasms, one hanging onto the other for support, for the final sex acts drain them of strength. Within seconds, I experience the throbbing spurts of orgasm flow from my content little cunt.



Not wanting to be caught spying on my parents, I quickly pull up my pajama bottoms and power walk back to my room, where I turn off my lights and jump back in bed. Less than five minutes pass before daddy walks across the doorway threshold, closing the wood door behind him, and whispers "I know you were watching."



I sense a smile on his face and reply, "In what way are you going to punish me for being a snoop?"



"Take off your clothes," he laughs as he feels around for the light switch, "and you will see."

Naughty Love at 4:46 PM

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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Like a Bitch

Disclaimer: The following represents two people (my partner and I) who enjoy role playing and lite BDSM. We do not condone incest, beastality, or anything of that nature. It is only important to mention such things because I don't enjoy e-mails or instant messages that inquire if I'm some sick Daddy-fucking freak. Yes, it's safe to say that I am, while keeping in mind that my Daddy isn't the biological father I prefer to think of as little more than a sperm doner. If that made sense. Oh, and yes, I realize this is a half-assed entry, but it's something I wrote because I wanted it out of my head, not because I intended to please the readers. If you like it, great. If not, oh well.


They ache with pleasure and pain as daddy pulls my leash forward, guiding me on hands and knees into the kitchen, where he demands I sit on my knees as he examines the leash. Daddy loves inventing new ways to tempt and tease me, and the leash is his newest invention; he simply attached nipple clamps to an old, black cloth dog leash to create the toy, and then added weights to the clamps for added torture.


“How do those little nips feel now that Daddy stopped tugging on the leash?” he asks with a smile, happy with my noticeable discomfort.


“Though they still hurt, the pain is actually pleasurable,” I respond.


Getting down on his own knees, Daddy removes the clamps and then takes turns sucking my tits into his mouth, teasing the sore red flesh with laps of his tongue and nips of the teeth. It feels so good to have his undivided attention that I beg for more, moaning in his ear that I want nothing more than to spend the entire day with my legs wrapped around his waist, feeling his cock bang in and out of my wet cunt. Underneath the dress pants he usually wears to work, I feel Daddy’s cock grow hard and stiff; thinking he deserves a little torture as well, I grind my ass into his crotch and hear him moan for me to quit teasing. A man with a hard-on still concealed inside a pair of pants is difficult enough to manage, he says as I laugh.


“You’re being a bitch,” he suddenly declares, “But I know how to adjust the bitchy attitudes of little girls.”


Pushing himself off the kitchen floor and onto his feet, Daddy walks into the living room and sits down in his favorite recliner.


“Now, you bitch, crawl over to Daddy’s feet and nuzzle his privates like the horny slut you are.” Daddy is serious now, and I know that a good, hard fuck is soon to come.


Following his directions, I move on knees and hands to the space between his legs, then nuzzle my face in his zipped up crotch before freeing his swollen cock from the slacks. Sucking the head only, I lick the underside of the helmet-like shape first before focusing on the little slit on the bottom side, which I’ve been told is the man’s version of a clit. Daddy’s fingers curl around my hair and push my mouth farther down, urging me to face fuck the rest of his firm, thick cock, which I am more than happy to do. In acts of ecstasy, Daddy talks dirty as I blow him, shouting out phrases like “cunt,” “whore,” and “slut,” because he knows it makes me horny and excites my pussy being degraded during sex, though I know Daddy loves me very much.


Unsure of whether I meant to or not, I accidentally bite Daddy’s yummy dick—not very hard, but obviously painful enough to cause a yelp to escape his mouth.


“You fucking bitch,” he yells, “I’m gonna treat you like a goddamn slut now for biting my cock. Get on your hands and knees and stick that ass high in the air.”


I hear him slipping off the black leather belt around his waist, then feel the leather slapping against my bare, pale white ass cheeks. Each slap stings and humiliates me, while also causing my cunt to gush with juices and my nipples turn instantly hard. Daddy spanks me a total of 15 times, enough to leave my ass feeling like it’s on fire, though Daddy tries to make me feel better by rubbing the red flesh, and kisses it too.


“Baby,” he softly says, “Roll over on your back.”


His hand gently rubs my stomach—that makes me feel incredibly excited—before grabbing one tit in each hand to massage and harass with fingers and tongue. After tiring of my boobs, we kiss deeply as Daddy’s right hand travels down between my legs, finding the twat hot, wet, and juicy. He quickly positions my legs behind his head as my ass rests on his knee, and then plows his face between the thick and slightly pursed pussy lips, licking and sucking as fast as possible. Daddy’s appetite for my snatch is astounding and he eats it with manic fury, sending me wave after wave of orgasmic satisfaction.


“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands, lifting his face from my cunt.


Before doing as he says, I pull myself close to his face and kiss the pussy-juice-slathered lips of my Daddy, then lick his face clean of the rest. Finally satisfied, I get in position and quickly feel his cock slide deep into my cunt, pull almost completely out, and then slam back in. He fucks me hard and fast, causing my tits to bounce and loud screams of happiness blurt from my mouth; he yanks my hair back just to watch my face as my body turns tense—my cunt clenching Daddy's cock so tightly he can’t move—and cum hard with a body-shaking shutter. Beyond a state of bliss, Daddy allows my clamped pussy the gratification of simply milking the orgasm out of his cock.

Naughty Love at 4:44 PM

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Saturday, December 18, 2004

Harsh

Patiently waiting for him to enter the room–bringing with him movement and life to the still, quiet space–I take inventory of my naked body while staring into a full-length mirror. A round, fleshy face with a large forehead known for its natural oiliness, big brown eyes covered by finely shaped reddish-blond brows, a small nose, and full cherry-colored lips–extra pouty with impatience from idle delay–appears in the mirror. Beautiful auburn hair with layered curls frames the face and hides the small, delicate ears on either side of the head. Looking lower, I see a thick neck connected to broad shoulders and fat upper arms, which slim down at the rough-skinned elbows. The lower arm parts have a lot of hair that stop growing at the wrist, making the nimble-fingered hands very smooth. Refocusing the attention, I graze over the reflection of naturally pale breasts, both with nipples the same color as my lips. The size of small cantaloupes, my breasts possess the fullness and firm bounce typical of young women. Before I view any farther down body parts, Daddy walks into the room, bringing it to life just as I knew he would.


“A naked little twat just for me,” he says aloud, smiling and drinking in the sight before him. Changing to a more commanding tone, he barks, “Come here!”


As I close in the space between our bodies, I look into Daddy’s eyes and try to figure out the games we will play today, but he reveals nothing. Standing only inches from him, hands to my sides, I wait for further orders that never come. Daddy yanks my left hand behind my back, instead, and then slips and secures it in a handcuff before doing the same to my right, while I put up a slight struggle against him. He stands back to admire his still-squirming fuck toy whose firm titties bounce around slightly.


“Daddy thinks those little nipples need some attention,” he announces before dropping to his knees, and sucks a nipple between his lips while pinching the other with his fingers.


With his hands behind my back, Daddy pushing me closer to his body and opens his mouth so wide it seems like he wants to devour my tit. He stuffs as much titty flesh into his wet, hot hole as possible, licking and sucking as he goes along. After releasing the tit from captivity, Daddy mumbles something about a bed before pushing me down onto the mattress only a few inches away; quickly, he climbs on top of my chest and holding his cock, tells me to open my mouth. As soon as it is wide enough, Daddy jams his dick inside the willing mouth whose tongue proceeds to lick every inch of skin it feels sliding in and out. With all my might, I try keeping up with his pace, but Daddy strokes his cock too quickly in and I for me to give him a proper blow job, and–rather gruffly–he pants, “Stop trying, little cunt. You can’t play with Daddy, though Daddy can play with you. I am face fucking that tight little mouth of yours to show you whose boss, so let Daddy abuse you without interference from your cock-sucking little mouth.”


The direct and harsh explanation turns me on and I feel moisture seep out of my cunt as Daddy’s body stiffens and, with his hands gripping my face, semen spurts deep down into my throat.




This is a writing exercise that I don't like very much but I thought I'd post it anyway, as I've still got more work to do on the other blog entries I've been promising for a while now. (Yeah, yeah...procrastination.)

Naughty Love at 4:38 PM

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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Yesterday's Quicky

This is a slightly edited version of an Instant Message with a friend, and reader of this blog, in response to his inquiring what Baboo and I have been up to lately. I may or may not further edit and expand on this entry—it just depends on how I feel later on in the week.


Yesterday, Baboo called me after getting off from work (like 3ish), and listened as I masturbated, coming four times; my juices flowed all over the place. When he got to my house, I answered the door holding my dildo in me (I get too wet for it to stay in by itself—I have always been like that). He pulled it out and licked it, then bent down so I could join him, our tongues touching and flicking against one another. Then he got to his knees and let his face disappear between my legs, the juices smearing all over him. When I asked him to stop before I came again—wanting it to build so I could explode on his cock—I bent down and licked all my juices from his face. I then lead him to my bedroom.


He bent me over the side of my bed and took off his belt, spanking my ass in between undressing himself and rubbing the red marks on my ass. (A mirror connected to a short dresser is against the wall behind the side of the bed we were on, so I could watch all of it happening.) He spanked me for leaking down my legs, spanked me for tempting his tongue with my pink, slick cunt. God, he fucking ate me out as if he never had such good pussy before. My wet cunt made him wild and delirious.


Once he was completely undressed, I begged him to fuck my cunt. I call him daddy—even if we are not fucking—and he acts like I am his little girl. I practically yelled, “Daddy, please put your cock in my little cunt. Please fuck your little girl” as I raised myself onto my tiptoes and wiggle my ass around.


He finally put the head of his cock inside my cunt (which he said felt like fire, it was so hot), but would not put it any farther in—just the head. He rotated his hips around so that it would hit all sides of my pussy walls, while holding me down because I kept pushing my ass back, trying to get his cock to go in completely. I begged him to put it in. I needed his cock so fucking bad. After a few minutes of teasing my clit and pinching and pulling my nipples (hard—like I like it), he pulled back and rammed that goddamn cock all the way in. He had pussy juice all over the bottom of his stomach in his pubic hair because I squished out the sticky liquid as he thrusted in and out.


It was a quick, hard fuck that had both of us yelling at the top of our lungs. Oh my fucking god, it was so amazing to have that hard cock pound my cunt while he spanked me and called me his little whore. I squeezed my cunt muscles around his cock, trying to make it cum. My own cunt juice slowly slid down my thighs and legs. It was like a flash flood of sex juice when we came and it all traveled down my legs, so even ending up on the floor. Most of it, though, Baboo licked up as he cleaned by cunt with his tongue. In return, I sucked the remainder of cum out of his cock and washed our combined juices off his cock with my mouth, wet with saliva.

Naughty Love at 4:35 PM

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Thursday, November 04, 2004

Bad Vibes

For some reason, the rotating cock piece of my iRabbit Dildo by Doc Johnson no longer moves. Instead, Front View of My Dildo -- Click For Bigger Pictureafter turning it on, it merely releases the smell of something burning into the air. Luckily, the clit stimulator still works just fine—without clit attention, I cannot get off at all. The worst part of having a broken dildo is not that I can no longer feel the plastic cock twisting around in my cunt, but that I bought the product less than six months ago and already it encountered so Side View of My Dildo -- Click For Bigger Picture much action that it refuses to work properly now. Perhaps I am too rough with my toys, or else it is a cheap $90 dollar dildo, though the possibility remains that water could be the culprit behind my Out of Service dildo. I wash it after every use, so maybe water splashed onto some electronic part that makes the cock piece rotate and damaged it. All I know is that I miss the feeling of a fully functioning dildo pounding my pussy.

Naughty Love at 4:34 PM

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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

In Need—But Left Wanting

Do you know the kind of disappointment that washes over me when he says, “T has a stress test tomorrow, and I am going with her,” even though plans were already made for a morning long fuck fest? The sexual frustration that I can’t shake—the same frustration that consumes my body, sending tingles to my pussy that masturbation never relieves—is only getting worse and there is no end in sight. I want Baboo, his cock in my mouth or ramming my cunt like an overzealous schoolboy. I need his tongue on my nipples, wrapping his lips around one at a time—maybe even chewing lightly—sucking them as if sipping a straw to coax a thick milkshake through the small plastic tube, eventually finding success with the sliding of the cold, wet substance into his warm mouth. His fingers, I crave them too; fantasies flood my mind with the feeling of them jammed into the tropically humid hole below, teasing it with forceful twists of the wrist and writhing digits. The flick of his pink, saliva-coated tongue over my engorged clitoris tantalizes my imagination and ripples my cunt with damp involuntary spasms, adding more tension to the sexual frustration surging through my veins. What I want, what I really need, is the release that only my love gives me with each cock stroke, every kiss, or the slightest touch.


But I must wait, for his wife has a stress test tomorrow and my edgy, over sexualized state is not as important.

Naughty Love at 4:32 PM

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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Just Imagine, My Love

I'm Not Afraid

by Jill Scott, from Beautifully Human: Words and Sounds Vol. 2


I'm not afraid to be your lady

I'm not afraid to be your whore

I'm not afraid to be your future

I'm not afraid to be your soil

In which you plant your seed

Flowers, they sprout for me

My fragrance in the breeze

You must nurture me please


I'm not afraid to be your baby

I'm not afraid to be your strength

I'm not afraid to be open wide

I'm not afraid to be glutinous

The essence of glue

I will stick to you

Through earthquakes and moods

If ever one thing was true


I'm not afraid to wind it, wind it

I'm not afraid to keep your pace

I'm not afraid to create my queendom

I'm not afraid to take my place

I'm not afraid

When he touches me, tracing the lines of my natural form—teasing the skin that loves his fingers pressing against it—I cannot forget that one day another will do these same things.

He may touch me more affectionate with fingertips soft as cotton that dance around the platform made from my stomach—the fat jiggling as his fingers happily roam—and make me forget about the loving fingers of his predecessor. After sliding that hand from the performance stage to the valley hill below, trudging through the fiery flowers—curly like roses without the thorny pricks—to the trickling creek cut through the valley center. He may dive into the depths of that watering hole just to thrash those dancing fingers about, testing the boundaries of the liquid-filled abyss. A swimming exercise in progress, his fingers kick to the surface for air only to dive back in with the vigorous determination of a man desiring the satisfaction of a job well done.

The valley suddenly rises, opening up more to let him venture deeper and as it moves, a female’s coo of delight echoes across the land; the valley continues thrusting and requests more, more, just a bit more. We move together, his tapping fingers and the water source, increasing the speed naturally—a loud scream vibrates within our world, as I release massive flash flooding, the very real indication that Mother Nature is completely satisfied. Sighing with happiness, he rubs a hard and rusty hose against my leg to signal the desire to screw it into the free-flowing river that puckers as it opens, dying for the sensations of this boat ride.

He who comes next must live up to all that I have now, and fathoming the possibility of anything better is more than difficult, for I have everything I want in a man already…

Except for the preexisting wife and the ‘safe’ distance between us. Even so, it is his touch and sentimentality that I love and crave the most; those fingers drawing the me that he sees—that is the sweet bliss some call Heaven.

Naughty Love at 4:32 PM

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