I’m still here for those of you who still stop by to check for signs of life. I’ve just not had much of interest to write about lately. The sex drive has once again taken a dive leaving me without any hot stories to relate…real or fantasy. To that end Jay and I have an appointment this week for a consult regarding a vasectomy for him. Our hope is to schedule it as soon as possible after the consult.
This past Valentine’s weekend was a very nice one on several fronts. It began with me running my first 5K of which I am very proud. I’ve never been terribly big on exercise. I’ve always found it tedious and boring only doing it sporadically usually only when I was dieting. I’m very much a girly girl and never did any sports as a child or teenager. I took up running about a year and a half ago just to see what it would be like. I had several friends at work who were constantly talking about how great it was, I passed my neighbor jogging by each morning as I was bored to tears on my guilt induced, “this is good for me" walks, until one day I decided to start jogging and see what happened. The first time I tried it I doubt I even made it half a mile before I had to stop gasping for air like an asthmatic, bent over, and sweating buckets. It put into perspective just how out of shape I was. I walked the remainder of my neighborhood that day.
But there was something about it that drew me to it. I kept getting up each morning, and I kept going out to run. It was so much more interesting and exhilarating than walking. I was very self conscious for the first few months, glad it was dark early in the mornings so no one could really see me that well when they passed by. Over time, as my distance and stamina increased, I grew more and more confident until I was actually going out to run on Saturday mornings in the light of day when people could see me as they passed by because it just felt so good, and I had to do it.
I kept it up as the months passed, but felt like I needed more of a purpose to my running. I had begun to go out there and just go through the motions. I stopped pushing myself to increase my mileage. I reached the point where I could do 2.5 miles with relative ease and stopped trying to push myself any further which had been the thing that motivated me to get out there the most in the first place. It was a game I played with myself…how much further can I go today, each extra half mile or mile feeling like such a victory.
I had had the itch to participate in a real race for a while, but didn’t have the guts to do it all alone until I found a friend at work who also wanted to enter a real race, and also didn’t want to do it alone. So a pact was born. We promised each other we would enter our first race together which happened to be this Valentine’s Day.
We made our commitment to each other in November, and I immediately felt a renewed sense of purpose. I began to push myself to go further and faster. I began to actually record and track my running statistics. By the time we reached the race this weekend I had increased my mileage to 3.5 miles and had improved my time from about a 9.3 minute mile to about an 8.6 minute mile.
There was just one catch which I discovered when my friend and I ran together for the first time a week before the race. She was significantly slower than me! I had feared she would be much faster as she is probably a good 30 lbs thinner than me. However, I found myself having to go at what felt like a snail’s pace to me to stay with her as her heart monitor beeped incessantly at her. My monitor beeps at me too, but I mostly just ignore it, glancing down every now and then to make sure I am not at heart attack level…LOL!! She, however, lives by her monitor never allowing herself to go outside her prescribed zone, thus she is not so speedy.
So a decision had to be made…try my best at my first race and see what kind of time I could bring in, or forgo the competition aspect and stay with my friend. I chose the later as it was the very first time either of us had done this, and I probably would not have had the courage to do it alone. We came in at a respectable 34:05.
I have however, caught the fever. I had an awesome time. I felt so proud of myself…athlete is a word I would NEVER use to describe myself, but there I was with several hundred other athletes in varying degrees of fitness actually running a race. I want to do it again!! My next goal is a 10 K which I never imagined I’d be capable of when I first started this venture. However, I am pleased to report I did 4 miles yesterday morning, and feel quite certain I could struggle through a 10 K right now. However me, being me, I don’t dare sign up for one until I know for certain I can run 6 miles without keeling over and making a fool of myself!! So, I’ve a couple more 5 K’s in the works until I can muster the courage to meet the next milestone. Rest assured I’ll be singing my own praises again when I do it!
Oh, and for those of you waiting for sex to crop up in this post, I say, be patient. Jay and I had a very hot and kinky Valentine evening which I will be narrating for you in the next post.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Mimi's Top 10 Hottest of All Time
So I was lying in bed the other night drooling over Jon Bon Jovi, and I began to think of all the famous men I have drooled over in my life. I thought it might be fun to put together my Top 10 List of Hottest Men. Maybe it's one of those things that is only fun for me, but it's my blog and I'll do a Top 10 if I want to...nah, nah, nah. If you're really good maybe I'll do a Top 10 List of Hottest Women too, although I admit that will be harder as I dont swoon over women in the same way I do men, but there are definately women out there who command my attention.
So anyway, here we go...
10. Ben Roethlisberger---For women out there reading this blog who may not know who he is, Ben is the quarterback for the Pittsburgh Steelers. Wonder which team I'll be rooting for this Super Bowl Sunday?! I don't normally go for the jock type, leaning more towards rock stars and bad boy types, but my oh my, Ben is such a BIG boy. I remember the first time I saw him, he had a helmet on and I couldn't even see his face, but I distinctly recall asking my husband, "Who is he?!" because he was so tall and broad shouldered. I looked him up on line and was smitten with the handsome face and dark hair.
9. Chris Isaak---Chris makes the list on the strength of the the song "Wicked Game" alone. Without a doubt the sexiest song ever written. His wavy dark hair, sophisticated good looks, and goofy humor complete the package. He used to have a show on Showtime that hubby and I enjoyed watching. I dont know what ever happened to it, but I do miss it. I recall my then 10 year old son's groans on the way to football practice as Chris' Heart Shaped World was in constant rotation in my CD player!!
8. A Man in Uniform---Specifically, I am attracted to a man in a military uniform. I'm an unabashed liberal and proud of it! Yet, I'm not ashamed to admit that I swoon at the sight of a man in military dress. It can be any type of uniform although admittedly the dress uniforms of the Marines and the Navy qualify as the hottest. There's something about a man in peak physical condition, sworn to risk his life defending mine that makes me want to fuck him!
7. Nicholas Cage--Nick Cage is not your classically handsome sort of man, but something about him makes my panties wet. He's tall, that helps a lot. But more than that, it's his calm, cool, in charge persona that just oozes sex for me.
6. Jim Morrison---Jim reeked of sex from every pore. The way he moved his body, the spark in his eye, the way he curled his upper lip all combined to make me wish I had been alive in the 60's when he was still with us. I can think of no better example of raw, animal sexuality than Jim Morrison. I imagine fucking him would be an incredible spiritual as well as physical experience.
5. Tony Soprano---This one may seem an odd choice to some as James Gandolfini (the actor who portrayed Tony on the HBO series The Sopranos) is not especially physically atractive. However, what Tony possesed that is absolutely intoxicating was power alongside a commanding attitude. I imagine that Tony Soprano would have no problem pining me to a wall, hands wrapped around my neck as he fucked the hell out of me. I imagine he would have no reservations about leaving bruises on my body marking me as his. Tony Soprano is a very dangerous man which leaves me a quivering, wet- pussied mess.
4. Matthew McConaughey---Ah, yes, the wavy hair,the steely blue eyes, the Texas drawl. It really is nearly too much for a girl to bear. I literally gasped the first time I ever saw Matthew in the movie A Time to Kill. The man actually took my breath away. The film was set in the hot steamy Lousiana summer rendering Matthew hot and sweat soaked for most of the movie. I longed to reach out and lick the sweat from his shiny brow. If you dont believe me ladies, have a look at him for yourselves, and tell me he doesn't leave you breathless.
3. Richard Gere---I have been in love with Richard Gere since the tender age of 10 when I snuck around under cover of night to watch American Gigolo while my parents slept. I slept for many years under Richard's watchful eyes with his poster lovingly gracing my wall. The man just keeps getting better with age. He has matured from a cocky, young punk with an aura of danger to a relaxed, spiritually centered, unfailingly gorgeous man.
2. Vince Vaughn---What can be said about Vince...sexy, dark , wavy hair, deep manly voice, a quirky sense of humor, oh and did I mention TALL?! Damn, but I love height in a man more than any other feature, and my man Vince delivers in that department at 6'5"! He just seems to me like the guy next door. I have the sense that if he weren't a famous actor, I'd actually have a chance with him. While I adored Wedding Crashers and my all time favorite, Swingers, I would like to see him in more dramatic roles. I really fell in love with him when I saw the movie A Cool, Dry Place. There's nothing hotter than a single Dad, trust me, I married one!
1. Jon Bon Jovi---Yes, ladies and gentleman, my all time hottest man is none other than Mr. Jon Bon Jovi. My knees go weak at the very mention of his name. It was love at first sight. I still remember exactly where I was the first time I ever heard the song Runaway...sitting at my kitchen table doing homework when the video came on MTV. He is without question... HOT, with that gorgeous smile of his, hard body, tattooed biceps, perfectly shaped butt. Even more than that, however, he seems like such a genuinely nice guy. He's been married to his high school sweetheart for nearly 20 years, never gone to rehab, never been arrested. While I do love the bad boy rock star image, there is also something to be said for the rocker who is a legitimately good guy. One of the best Valentine's Day presents I ever received from Jay was a pair of tickets to see Bon Jovi. They were in town the day before Valentine's Day. I stumbled sleepily downstairs after he had already left for work to find several Valentine's cards left on the kitchen table for me. I chuckled thinking my poor husband had gotten his dates mixed up. I am sure my screams could be heard for miles around when I opened my card to reveal the tickets!! It was a night to remember. I was pregnant with my daughter at the time so I like to tell her she has already been to her first rock concert. I am ashamed to admit that one of my little girl's first phrases at the tender age of 18 months was "Bon Jovi Hot," as she had heard that phrase emanate from her mother's mouth so many times...LOL
So there you have it, my all time Top 10 Hottest Men. Stay tuned for the all time Top 10 Hottest Women if and when I muster the energy to write it.
So anyway, here we go...
10. Ben Roethlisberger---For women out there reading this blog who may not know who he is, Ben is the quarterback for the Pittsburgh Steelers. Wonder which team I'll be rooting for this Super Bowl Sunday?! I don't normally go for the jock type, leaning more towards rock stars and bad boy types, but my oh my, Ben is such a BIG boy. I remember the first time I saw him, he had a helmet on and I couldn't even see his face, but I distinctly recall asking my husband, "Who is he?!" because he was so tall and broad shouldered. I looked him up on line and was smitten with the handsome face and dark hair.
9. Chris Isaak---Chris makes the list on the strength of the the song "Wicked Game" alone. Without a doubt the sexiest song ever written. His wavy dark hair, sophisticated good looks, and goofy humor complete the package. He used to have a show on Showtime that hubby and I enjoyed watching. I dont know what ever happened to it, but I do miss it. I recall my then 10 year old son's groans on the way to football practice as Chris' Heart Shaped World was in constant rotation in my CD player!!
8. A Man in Uniform---Specifically, I am attracted to a man in a military uniform. I'm an unabashed liberal and proud of it! Yet, I'm not ashamed to admit that I swoon at the sight of a man in military dress. It can be any type of uniform although admittedly the dress uniforms of the Marines and the Navy qualify as the hottest. There's something about a man in peak physical condition, sworn to risk his life defending mine that makes me want to fuck him!
7. Nicholas Cage--Nick Cage is not your classically handsome sort of man, but something about him makes my panties wet. He's tall, that helps a lot. But more than that, it's his calm, cool, in charge persona that just oozes sex for me.
6. Jim Morrison---Jim reeked of sex from every pore. The way he moved his body, the spark in his eye, the way he curled his upper lip all combined to make me wish I had been alive in the 60's when he was still with us. I can think of no better example of raw, animal sexuality than Jim Morrison. I imagine fucking him would be an incredible spiritual as well as physical experience.
5. Tony Soprano---This one may seem an odd choice to some as James Gandolfini (the actor who portrayed Tony on the HBO series The Sopranos) is not especially physically atractive. However, what Tony possesed that is absolutely intoxicating was power alongside a commanding attitude. I imagine that Tony Soprano would have no problem pining me to a wall, hands wrapped around my neck as he fucked the hell out of me. I imagine he would have no reservations about leaving bruises on my body marking me as his. Tony Soprano is a very dangerous man which leaves me a quivering, wet- pussied mess.
4. Matthew McConaughey---Ah, yes, the wavy hair,the steely blue eyes, the Texas drawl. It really is nearly too much for a girl to bear. I literally gasped the first time I ever saw Matthew in the movie A Time to Kill. The man actually took my breath away. The film was set in the hot steamy Lousiana summer rendering Matthew hot and sweat soaked for most of the movie. I longed to reach out and lick the sweat from his shiny brow. If you dont believe me ladies, have a look at him for yourselves, and tell me he doesn't leave you breathless.
3. Richard Gere---I have been in love with Richard Gere since the tender age of 10 when I snuck around under cover of night to watch American Gigolo while my parents slept. I slept for many years under Richard's watchful eyes with his poster lovingly gracing my wall. The man just keeps getting better with age. He has matured from a cocky, young punk with an aura of danger to a relaxed, spiritually centered, unfailingly gorgeous man.
2. Vince Vaughn---What can be said about Vince...sexy, dark , wavy hair, deep manly voice, a quirky sense of humor, oh and did I mention TALL?! Damn, but I love height in a man more than any other feature, and my man Vince delivers in that department at 6'5"! He just seems to me like the guy next door. I have the sense that if he weren't a famous actor, I'd actually have a chance with him. While I adored Wedding Crashers and my all time favorite, Swingers, I would like to see him in more dramatic roles. I really fell in love with him when I saw the movie A Cool, Dry Place. There's nothing hotter than a single Dad, trust me, I married one!
1. Jon Bon Jovi---Yes, ladies and gentleman, my all time hottest man is none other than Mr. Jon Bon Jovi. My knees go weak at the very mention of his name. It was love at first sight. I still remember exactly where I was the first time I ever heard the song Runaway...sitting at my kitchen table doing homework when the video came on MTV. He is without question... HOT, with that gorgeous smile of his, hard body, tattooed biceps, perfectly shaped butt. Even more than that, however, he seems like such a genuinely nice guy. He's been married to his high school sweetheart for nearly 20 years, never gone to rehab, never been arrested. While I do love the bad boy rock star image, there is also something to be said for the rocker who is a legitimately good guy. One of the best Valentine's Day presents I ever received from Jay was a pair of tickets to see Bon Jovi. They were in town the day before Valentine's Day. I stumbled sleepily downstairs after he had already left for work to find several Valentine's cards left on the kitchen table for me. I chuckled thinking my poor husband had gotten his dates mixed up. I am sure my screams could be heard for miles around when I opened my card to reveal the tickets!! It was a night to remember. I was pregnant with my daughter at the time so I like to tell her she has already been to her first rock concert. I am ashamed to admit that one of my little girl's first phrases at the tender age of 18 months was "Bon Jovi Hot," as she had heard that phrase emanate from her mother's mouth so many times...LOL
So there you have it, my all time Top 10 Hottest Men. Stay tuned for the all time Top 10 Hottest Women if and when I muster the energy to write it.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Making Daddy Wait-Conclusion
“Did you learn anything while I was gone, pet?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Just what have you learned, little one?”
“To be a good girl, to obey Daddy no matter what,” she replied dutifully.
"That’s right, sugar,” he crooned as he kissed her cheek, his tongue flicking out to brush across her lips.
“Let’s see if you have indeed learned that lesson,” he mused.
Daddy tenderly removed her restraints, allowed her to sit up, drink some water, stretch her limbs. He had her lie on her tummy, coated her with lavender scented lotion and massaged her sore muscles.
When she was properly relaxed he whispered, “Come with me my pet,” as he led her from the bed to the hotel room’s balcony.
The view was stunning. The bustling city was lit up and humming with life. She could see the hotel pool far below them with a few laughing occupants even at this late hour.
“Show Daddy what you’ve learned now,” he encouraged as he spread her legs and tied each ankle to the balcony railing.
”Bend over, let Daddy see that pretty pussy,” he breathed.
He got down on his knees behind her; she could feel his breath on her as he took in her scent. His tongue ran a wet line from her asshole to her clit as she softly moaned her enjoyment.
“What are you not to do, pet?” he asked.
“Cum, Sir,” she responded.
“That’s right,” he agreed as he stood and stroked his hand lovingly down her back, over the curve of her ass and back up again.
“Daddy will tell you when it’s time to cum,” he informed her.
He wrapped his body around hers from behind, his semi erect cock brushing against her thigh, his hand finding its way to her cunt, his fingers circling her clit.
“Such a sweet, wet little pussy,” he marveled.
“Mmm, Mmmmm,” was all she could get out as he stimulated her needy clit.
He continued to stroke, picking up his tempo as the juices flowed out of her cunt and her breath began to come in ragged gasps. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the railing, determined to obey Daddy’s orders this time, determined not to cum. Just when she began to fear she was losing control when she felt her pussy begin to contract, his hand left her clit.
She felt her ass being spread wide, felt warm lube pouring over it, felt Daddy’s fingers slide into her asshole.
“Does Daddy’s baby like that, hmmmm?”
“Yes, Sir” she grunted out between clinched teeth.
“Maybe you’ll like this even more,” he mused as he slid a toy into her ass, turned it on to vibrate and hum inside her tingling asshole.
Daddy reached around to pinch her nipples, as the toy continued to vibrate inside her.
“Fuck,” she moaned softly.
“Yes, I think she likes that,” Daddy asserted.
She felt his hands on her hips, raising them higher into the air, opening her pussy wide to him. She felt his cock at the entrance of her drenched hole, and cried out with anticipation of what was coming.
He slid slowly inside her, their moans mingling in the night air as he entered. Her pussy felt fuller than it ever had before with the anal plug pressing against it inside her ass. She fought back a scream as he began to thrust inside her.
“Oh fuck, such a wet tight little cunt,” Daddy moaned.
“Look down there, slut, they are watching you get fucked,” he told her.
Her gaze turned to the pool, where a group of swimmers appeared to be looking their way, heads upturned, bodies motionless and still.
Daddy pounded into her with all his might, as she fought for control of her own body.
“Touch yourself,” Daddy ordered her.
Her hand quickly flew to her hard clit, circling in just the right spot.
“You want to cum, don’t you cunt?”
“Yes, Sir” she gasped.
He pounded into her harder still.
“Feels so good getting fucked in the cunt and the ass, doesn’t it?” he prompted.
“Yes, Yes, Yes Sir, it does,” she yelled.
Without a word, Daddy came inside her, running sticky and wet over her cunt, her thighs, and her ass.
He pulled out of her, and she looked around at him, fearful she would not be allowed to cum.
“Don’t stop,” Daddy told her.
She continued to rub her clit, now even wetter with Daddy’s cum.
“That’s it, take yourself there slut,” he encouraged.
She felt his hand on the plug, fucking her ass as she rubbed herself.
“Daddy, Daddy,” she moaned.
With one hard thrust he shoved the toy high into her ass and shouted,
“NOW... do it now, cum you fucking little slut.”
Her body went slack, as she finally released in orgasm, her pussy squirting all over her legs as she pulsed. She cried out her pleasure, long and loud, oblivious of any witnesses.
When her orgasm finally subsided, she collapsed against the railing of the balcony, spent and breathless. Daddy wrapped her in his arms from behind, caressing her sweaty head, moving her tangled curls to one side to kiss the back of her neck, running his hand from her neck, across her breasts, over her belly as he murmured to her,
“That’s Daddy’s good little girl. I love you, my sweet angel,” he whispered.
As she nurtered her soul with Daddy's praise, he untied the rope binding her ankles to the balcony, and led her inside. He took her to the shower where he tenderly bathed her from head to toe, wrapped her in a warm terrycloth robe, and settled her on the bed. He ordered room service for his hungry little girl, and watched her eat with gusto. Then Daddy wrapped her in his arms for a long, peaceful sleep content that his girl had learned a valuable lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Just what have you learned, little one?”
“To be a good girl, to obey Daddy no matter what,” she replied dutifully.
"That’s right, sugar,” he crooned as he kissed her cheek, his tongue flicking out to brush across her lips.
“Let’s see if you have indeed learned that lesson,” he mused.
Daddy tenderly removed her restraints, allowed her to sit up, drink some water, stretch her limbs. He had her lie on her tummy, coated her with lavender scented lotion and massaged her sore muscles.
When she was properly relaxed he whispered, “Come with me my pet,” as he led her from the bed to the hotel room’s balcony.
The view was stunning. The bustling city was lit up and humming with life. She could see the hotel pool far below them with a few laughing occupants even at this late hour.
“Show Daddy what you’ve learned now,” he encouraged as he spread her legs and tied each ankle to the balcony railing.
”Bend over, let Daddy see that pretty pussy,” he breathed.
He got down on his knees behind her; she could feel his breath on her as he took in her scent. His tongue ran a wet line from her asshole to her clit as she softly moaned her enjoyment.
“What are you not to do, pet?” he asked.
“Cum, Sir,” she responded.
“That’s right,” he agreed as he stood and stroked his hand lovingly down her back, over the curve of her ass and back up again.
“Daddy will tell you when it’s time to cum,” he informed her.
He wrapped his body around hers from behind, his semi erect cock brushing against her thigh, his hand finding its way to her cunt, his fingers circling her clit.
“Such a sweet, wet little pussy,” he marveled.
“Mmm, Mmmmm,” was all she could get out as he stimulated her needy clit.
He continued to stroke, picking up his tempo as the juices flowed out of her cunt and her breath began to come in ragged gasps. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the railing, determined to obey Daddy’s orders this time, determined not to cum. Just when she began to fear she was losing control when she felt her pussy begin to contract, his hand left her clit.
She felt her ass being spread wide, felt warm lube pouring over it, felt Daddy’s fingers slide into her asshole.
“Does Daddy’s baby like that, hmmmm?”
“Yes, Sir” she grunted out between clinched teeth.
“Maybe you’ll like this even more,” he mused as he slid a toy into her ass, turned it on to vibrate and hum inside her tingling asshole.
Daddy reached around to pinch her nipples, as the toy continued to vibrate inside her.
“Fuck,” she moaned softly.
“Yes, I think she likes that,” Daddy asserted.
She felt his hands on her hips, raising them higher into the air, opening her pussy wide to him. She felt his cock at the entrance of her drenched hole, and cried out with anticipation of what was coming.
He slid slowly inside her, their moans mingling in the night air as he entered. Her pussy felt fuller than it ever had before with the anal plug pressing against it inside her ass. She fought back a scream as he began to thrust inside her.
“Oh fuck, such a wet tight little cunt,” Daddy moaned.
“Look down there, slut, they are watching you get fucked,” he told her.
Her gaze turned to the pool, where a group of swimmers appeared to be looking their way, heads upturned, bodies motionless and still.
Daddy pounded into her with all his might, as she fought for control of her own body.
“Touch yourself,” Daddy ordered her.
Her hand quickly flew to her hard clit, circling in just the right spot.
“You want to cum, don’t you cunt?”
“Yes, Sir” she gasped.
He pounded into her harder still.
“Feels so good getting fucked in the cunt and the ass, doesn’t it?” he prompted.
“Yes, Yes, Yes Sir, it does,” she yelled.
Without a word, Daddy came inside her, running sticky and wet over her cunt, her thighs, and her ass.
He pulled out of her, and she looked around at him, fearful she would not be allowed to cum.
“Don’t stop,” Daddy told her.
She continued to rub her clit, now even wetter with Daddy’s cum.
“That’s it, take yourself there slut,” he encouraged.
She felt his hand on the plug, fucking her ass as she rubbed herself.
“Daddy, Daddy,” she moaned.
With one hard thrust he shoved the toy high into her ass and shouted,
“NOW... do it now, cum you fucking little slut.”
Her body went slack, as she finally released in orgasm, her pussy squirting all over her legs as she pulsed. She cried out her pleasure, long and loud, oblivious of any witnesses.
When her orgasm finally subsided, she collapsed against the railing of the balcony, spent and breathless. Daddy wrapped her in his arms from behind, caressing her sweaty head, moving her tangled curls to one side to kiss the back of her neck, running his hand from her neck, across her breasts, over her belly as he murmured to her,
“That’s Daddy’s good little girl. I love you, my sweet angel,” he whispered.
As she nurtered her soul with Daddy's praise, he untied the rope binding her ankles to the balcony, and led her inside. He took her to the shower where he tenderly bathed her from head to toe, wrapped her in a warm terrycloth robe, and settled her on the bed. He ordered room service for his hungry little girl, and watched her eat with gusto. Then Daddy wrapped her in his arms for a long, peaceful sleep content that his girl had learned a valuable lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Making Daddy Wait-Part 3
When Daddy’s breathing returned to normal after his animal fucking of her, he pulled her up, removed her clothing until she was completely nude and led her to the bed. He bade her lie down for him as he applied the leather cuffs to wrists and ankles, securing each limb to the bed with black nylon rope. Her pussy was already tingling and wet again with anticipation.
He leaned down to whisper against her ear.
“Did you think I didn’t know that you came, you insolent little slut?” he crooned.
“Did you think I couldn’t feel that tight little pussy squeezing me over and over again?” he accused.
“What a pathetic, undisciplined little cunt you are. You can’t even control your own body,” he berated.
She watched as he got off the bed, and put his clothing back on. He wandered into the bathroom where she heard him relieve himself, heard the water running as he washed up.
He returned to her, leaned over the bed, and whispered again against her ear,
“I’m just going to leave you here to think about that while I get some dinner. When I need to cum again, I’ll be back.”
With that, he walked out of the room and left her there, naked and tied to the bed.
She fought back tears. She had failed her Daddy. He was angry with her. Would he ever return? What if he just left her here for the housekeeping crew to find the next morning? Worse, what if he didn’t love her anymore?
Minutes turned to hours as she waited. Her arms and legs ached, her hungry stomach grumbled, her anxiety increased with every passing minute. Finally, after 3 hours of waiting for him, as she began to doze off in spite of herself, Daddy mercifully returned.
Without a word, he undressed, climbed onto the bed, straddled her head and shoved his cock into her mouth.
“I need to cum again, slut,” he told her.
She worked frantically to please him, to absolve herself of her earlier transgression. She lifted her head, bobbing it up and down as her tongue smoothly circled his shaft. He pulled out of her mouth and presented her with his balls. She ran her tongue over them, spit dangling from her mouth before gently sucking each one into her mouth, kneading and probing with her tongue.
“That’s such a good girl,” Daddy encouraged as he slid his now rock hard cock back into her eager wet little mouth.
Her mouth formed an O around him as he slid to the back of her throat. He began to thrust, shoving himself down her throat as she gagged, eyes watering, but happy to be serving Daddy.
He braced himself against the headboard, thrusting into her open mouth harder and faster, his balls slapping her chin, her spit running out the corners of her mouth as she serviced him, the air around them filled with the sounds of her gagging on Daddy’s cock.
He was unstoppable, plunging into her mouth over and over again until she felt she couldn’t breathe, until her jaw ached, until she was desperate to escape. She attempted to turn her head, squirmed underneath him, helpless and bound.
He placed his knees on her shoulders, grabbed a fistful of hair, pinning her down, as she stared at him wide eyed, mouth full of cock.
“Don’t you move slut until I am finished with you,” he sneered as he fucked her face with all his might.
“You’re….not…done…until…Daddy…cums,” he grunted out between thrusts just as his hot, delicious cum filled her waiting mouth.
She watched as Daddy lost himself in cumming in her mouth. His handsome face went soft, his shoulders relaxed, his breath exited his chest in long moans as she worked her tongue around his head, swallowing every last drop of his precious elixir.
When he was finished using her, he lay beside her, his head nestled on her breasts...
He leaned down to whisper against her ear.
“Did you think I didn’t know that you came, you insolent little slut?” he crooned.
“Did you think I couldn’t feel that tight little pussy squeezing me over and over again?” he accused.
“What a pathetic, undisciplined little cunt you are. You can’t even control your own body,” he berated.
She watched as he got off the bed, and put his clothing back on. He wandered into the bathroom where she heard him relieve himself, heard the water running as he washed up.
He returned to her, leaned over the bed, and whispered again against her ear,
“I’m just going to leave you here to think about that while I get some dinner. When I need to cum again, I’ll be back.”
With that, he walked out of the room and left her there, naked and tied to the bed.
She fought back tears. She had failed her Daddy. He was angry with her. Would he ever return? What if he just left her here for the housekeeping crew to find the next morning? Worse, what if he didn’t love her anymore?
Minutes turned to hours as she waited. Her arms and legs ached, her hungry stomach grumbled, her anxiety increased with every passing minute. Finally, after 3 hours of waiting for him, as she began to doze off in spite of herself, Daddy mercifully returned.
Without a word, he undressed, climbed onto the bed, straddled her head and shoved his cock into her mouth.
“I need to cum again, slut,” he told her.
She worked frantically to please him, to absolve herself of her earlier transgression. She lifted her head, bobbing it up and down as her tongue smoothly circled his shaft. He pulled out of her mouth and presented her with his balls. She ran her tongue over them, spit dangling from her mouth before gently sucking each one into her mouth, kneading and probing with her tongue.
“That’s such a good girl,” Daddy encouraged as he slid his now rock hard cock back into her eager wet little mouth.
Her mouth formed an O around him as he slid to the back of her throat. He began to thrust, shoving himself down her throat as she gagged, eyes watering, but happy to be serving Daddy.
He braced himself against the headboard, thrusting into her open mouth harder and faster, his balls slapping her chin, her spit running out the corners of her mouth as she serviced him, the air around them filled with the sounds of her gagging on Daddy’s cock.
He was unstoppable, plunging into her mouth over and over again until she felt she couldn’t breathe, until her jaw ached, until she was desperate to escape. She attempted to turn her head, squirmed underneath him, helpless and bound.
He placed his knees on her shoulders, grabbed a fistful of hair, pinning her down, as she stared at him wide eyed, mouth full of cock.
“Don’t you move slut until I am finished with you,” he sneered as he fucked her face with all his might.
“You’re….not…done…until…Daddy…cums,” he grunted out between thrusts just as his hot, delicious cum filled her waiting mouth.
She watched as Daddy lost himself in cumming in her mouth. His handsome face went soft, his shoulders relaxed, his breath exited his chest in long moans as she worked her tongue around his head, swallowing every last drop of his precious elixir.
When he was finished using her, he lay beside her, his head nestled on her breasts...
Monday, January 26, 2009
Making Daddy Wait-Part 2
When safely inside, Daddy roughly bent her over the desk chair her dress riding up over her ass, to reveal the garters holding her stockings up.
SLAP went his palm against her ass. THWACK, CRACK, SLAM as he assaulted her ass over and over again ignoring her cries of pain mixed with pleasure.
“What a disobedient slut I have produced,” he spat.
“What time did I tell you to be here, cunt?” he asked.
“3 o’clock,” she replied in a barely audible whisper.
Daddy shoved her to her knees, clenched her face tightly in his hand and bellowed, “YOU WILL ANSWER ME PROPERLY WHEN ADDRESSED, SLUT”
“3 o’clock, Sir,” she replied in a strong voice.
“And what time did you bother to show up my pet?”
“3:40, Sir. I’m very sorry, I tried…”
“SHUT UP. I don’t need your excuses. I need you to follow Daddy’s directions.”
“Stand up,” he directed.
She stood obediently, and was shoved back over the chair again.
She listened bravely, her body quivering with anticipation as Daddy removed his belt from his pants.
SMACK went the belt against her naked flesh. SLAP, CRACK, THWACK Daddy bore down on her helpless ass over and over again as she moaned with pleasure.
“Does my little girl like that?” Daddy asked.
“I know you do,” he answered for her.
“How do I know that little one?” he asked.
“I…I…don’t know Sir” she replied.
“Because your cunt juices are running all over your stockings,” he told her.
“I wonder if you will like this as much,” he queried as he met her ass with a large black paddle.
The room was filled with the sounds of the paddle meeting her ass as she cried out her pain, her lust, her desire to please Daddy.
When she was trembling and sweating, Daddy got on his knees behind her to caress, to kiss, to soothe her cherry red ass.
Without warning, he stood, grabbed a fistful of her hair snapping her head back as he plunged himself balls deep inside her. Her pussy was wet and willing as he slammed into her over and over again. Her body shook with each violent thrust, her head began to ache as his grip on her hair was unrelenting, still she moaned her pleasure for him.
“You made Daddy wait with this hard cock all day,” he grunted out as he pounded her.
His balls slapped loudly against her as his frenzied fucking continued. She wanted badly to touch her swollen little clit as he fucked her.
“May I touch myself, Daddy?”
“You may touch, but no cumming pet,” he responded.
She was afraid this would be part of her punishment. She didn’t think she could hold back so she simply didn’t touch at all.
“I said rub that clit but don’t cum, you stupid bitch,” he spat out.
She obediently moved a hand to her aching clit, rubbing slowly, willing herself not to cum. As if it possessed a will of its own, her finger picked up it’s pace against her drench little clit. Before she could stop herself, she was there, falling over the edge of the abyss, cumming despite Daddy’s directions. She knew enough not to moan, to breath as shallowly as possible, to let the wave wash over her in silence in the hope he wouldn’t know, wouldn’t feel the spasms around his cock.
He fucked her even harder, her tits swinging free, banging painfully against the chair. She winced as both hands gripped her hips now still tender from his spanking.
“Fuck but you have such a tight little pussy,” he moaned just before she felt him empty inside her, hot and sticky, filling her until his cum was running down her legs. He let his body fall over hers in exhaustion, stroking her hair, telling her what a good little girl she was, how good she made Daddy feel.
He was far from done with her however…
SLAP went his palm against her ass. THWACK, CRACK, SLAM as he assaulted her ass over and over again ignoring her cries of pain mixed with pleasure.
“What a disobedient slut I have produced,” he spat.
“What time did I tell you to be here, cunt?” he asked.
“3 o’clock,” she replied in a barely audible whisper.
Daddy shoved her to her knees, clenched her face tightly in his hand and bellowed, “YOU WILL ANSWER ME PROPERLY WHEN ADDRESSED, SLUT”
“3 o’clock, Sir,” she replied in a strong voice.
“And what time did you bother to show up my pet?”
“3:40, Sir. I’m very sorry, I tried…”
“SHUT UP. I don’t need your excuses. I need you to follow Daddy’s directions.”
“Stand up,” he directed.
She stood obediently, and was shoved back over the chair again.
She listened bravely, her body quivering with anticipation as Daddy removed his belt from his pants.
SMACK went the belt against her naked flesh. SLAP, CRACK, THWACK Daddy bore down on her helpless ass over and over again as she moaned with pleasure.
“Does my little girl like that?” Daddy asked.
“I know you do,” he answered for her.
“How do I know that little one?” he asked.
“I…I…don’t know Sir” she replied.
“Because your cunt juices are running all over your stockings,” he told her.
“I wonder if you will like this as much,” he queried as he met her ass with a large black paddle.
The room was filled with the sounds of the paddle meeting her ass as she cried out her pain, her lust, her desire to please Daddy.
When she was trembling and sweating, Daddy got on his knees behind her to caress, to kiss, to soothe her cherry red ass.
Without warning, he stood, grabbed a fistful of her hair snapping her head back as he plunged himself balls deep inside her. Her pussy was wet and willing as he slammed into her over and over again. Her body shook with each violent thrust, her head began to ache as his grip on her hair was unrelenting, still she moaned her pleasure for him.
“You made Daddy wait with this hard cock all day,” he grunted out as he pounded her.
His balls slapped loudly against her as his frenzied fucking continued. She wanted badly to touch her swollen little clit as he fucked her.
“May I touch myself, Daddy?”
“You may touch, but no cumming pet,” he responded.
She was afraid this would be part of her punishment. She didn’t think she could hold back so she simply didn’t touch at all.
“I said rub that clit but don’t cum, you stupid bitch,” he spat out.
She obediently moved a hand to her aching clit, rubbing slowly, willing herself not to cum. As if it possessed a will of its own, her finger picked up it’s pace against her drench little clit. Before she could stop herself, she was there, falling over the edge of the abyss, cumming despite Daddy’s directions. She knew enough not to moan, to breath as shallowly as possible, to let the wave wash over her in silence in the hope he wouldn’t know, wouldn’t feel the spasms around his cock.
He fucked her even harder, her tits swinging free, banging painfully against the chair. She winced as both hands gripped her hips now still tender from his spanking.
“Fuck but you have such a tight little pussy,” he moaned just before she felt him empty inside her, hot and sticky, filling her until his cum was running down her legs. He let his body fall over hers in exhaustion, stroking her hair, telling her what a good little girl she was, how good she made Daddy feel.
He was far from done with her however…
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Making Daddy Wait-Part 1
So I have spent the better part of two weeks working on this little tale for you during my lunch hour (pretty much the only time I have to myself completely uninterrupted). It's origin comes from a favorite little fantasy of mine that I have trotted out over and over again while working my pussy into orgasmic delights. The fantasy is very simple...he pulls me roughly into a hotel room, without a word bends me over a chair, pulls my dress up over my ass, and spanks me for making him wait for me. He rubs his hard cock against my ass, telling me how angry he is that I left him waiting with a hard cock all day. He fucks me, hard and fast and well.
From that basic little fantasy grew the following tale. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is fairly long so I imagine there will be 3 or 4 installments.
She was late; Daddy did not tolerate being made to wait. She licked her lips nervously and squirmed against the hot leather seats of the car as she raced to him, wondering what he would do to her when she got there. Her pussy swelled at the thought as her hands began to shake.
Thirty minutes earlier she had been sitting in a staff meeting at work desperately trying to devise an excuse to leave before the meeting was concluded. Her only thought was Daddy, and her desperate desire not to disappoint him. Because she had not been clever enough to come up with a plan, she was resigned to accept whatever discipline Daddy felt necessary to prevent future disobedience.
She made a quick stop at a gas station to change into the clothing Daddy had directed her to wear for him…black vinyl dress, stocking and garters, black patent leather heels, no panties, no bra. Her nipple clamps were obediently in place for him, rubbing maddeningly against her dress as the chain swayed back and forth between her aching breasts. She quickly rushed back to her car to continue her journey to Daddy.
She pushed the car harder and harder as she raced to Daddy…60, 70, 80 miles per hour. Sweat began to break out on her upper lip as she pulled into the parking lot of the posh hotel. She parked, quickly applied a last coat of lip gloss, arranged her hair one last time for him, swung her legs out of the car, and began the long walk to the hotel entrance.
Just as she approached the door, he pounced on her, partially hidden behind a decorative statue. He grabbed her tightly by the arm and shoved her against the wall.
“You’re late you little slut,” he snarled.
“I’m so sorry Daddy, I tried…”
“Shut up. You’ve kept me waiting for over 30 minutes. What have I told you about making Daddy wait?”
“Never to do it,” she whispered.
“Come with me now, my pet.”
His hand remained painfully locked around her arm as they walked through the elegant hotel lobby to the elevators. When a car arrived for them, he shoved her inside face against the wall of the elevator. He came up behind her, rubbing her ass through the fabric of her dress.
“You know Daddy has to make you pay for this, don’t you, pet?” he whispered into her hair.
“Yes Sir,” she agreed.
“Let’s begin right here,” he announced.
He pulled the straps of her dress down to reveal her breasts, nipple clamps still tightly applied. He wrapped his fingers around the chain swaying between her breasts and yanked until a small scream escaped her lips.
“Does Daddy’s pet like that?” he questioned.
“Yes, Sir. More please,” she replied.
“All in good time little one,” he promised.
“Turn around, lift your hair, let Daddy put your collar on,” he ordered as he held collar and leash in his hands.
She stared at him a moment, blinking. Here? He meant to put the collar and leash on her in the elevator? Color rose to her cheeks as she felt the sting of humiliation grow within her.
“I told you to do something SLUT,” he roared at her as he gave each tit a hard slap.
She quickly complied, turning around to lift her long, wavy hair as Daddy locked her collar around her neck; turning back around as he attached the leash to the O ring on the front.
“Be a good girl now and Daddy will let you cover yourself until we get to my room,” he said as he gently pulled her dress straps up to cover her breasts.
When the elevator doors swished open, Daddy led her out by her leash. Her cheeks flamed with color as she followed him, head lowered in a mixture of shame and obedience while her pussy betrayed her as it began to run down the insides of her thighs.
She heard someone approaching them down the hall, her head snapped up instinctively to catch the curious eyes of a young bell boy.
With a vicious yank on the leash, Daddy snarled, “Put your head down, slut,” as her neck cracked and her head fell forward.
“Do you like what you see?” he inquired of the confused boy who simply stood there uncertainly in the middle of the hall.
“Let me show you a little more, shall I?” Daddy offered as he pulled the top of her dress down to reveal her breasts, nipples hard, chain dangling between them.
“Would you like to touch her?” Daddy asked the boy.
He responded with a furtive glance around him and a slight nod of the head.
“Go ahead, touch her breasts.”
The boy approached her, her head remained lowered as he placed a trembling hand on her breast and gently squeezed.
“Kiss them,” Daddy whispered.
She let out a small moan as the boy lowered his lips to her nipple, flicked his tongue over it, and kissed her breast.
“That will be enough. Thank you for playing along,” Daddy declared as he opened the hotel room door, shoved her inside and closed the door in the bell boy’s blissful face.
From that basic little fantasy grew the following tale. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is fairly long so I imagine there will be 3 or 4 installments.
She was late; Daddy did not tolerate being made to wait. She licked her lips nervously and squirmed against the hot leather seats of the car as she raced to him, wondering what he would do to her when she got there. Her pussy swelled at the thought as her hands began to shake.
Thirty minutes earlier she had been sitting in a staff meeting at work desperately trying to devise an excuse to leave before the meeting was concluded. Her only thought was Daddy, and her desperate desire not to disappoint him. Because she had not been clever enough to come up with a plan, she was resigned to accept whatever discipline Daddy felt necessary to prevent future disobedience.
She made a quick stop at a gas station to change into the clothing Daddy had directed her to wear for him…black vinyl dress, stocking and garters, black patent leather heels, no panties, no bra. Her nipple clamps were obediently in place for him, rubbing maddeningly against her dress as the chain swayed back and forth between her aching breasts. She quickly rushed back to her car to continue her journey to Daddy.
She pushed the car harder and harder as she raced to Daddy…60, 70, 80 miles per hour. Sweat began to break out on her upper lip as she pulled into the parking lot of the posh hotel. She parked, quickly applied a last coat of lip gloss, arranged her hair one last time for him, swung her legs out of the car, and began the long walk to the hotel entrance.
Just as she approached the door, he pounced on her, partially hidden behind a decorative statue. He grabbed her tightly by the arm and shoved her against the wall.
“You’re late you little slut,” he snarled.
“I’m so sorry Daddy, I tried…”
“Shut up. You’ve kept me waiting for over 30 minutes. What have I told you about making Daddy wait?”
“Never to do it,” she whispered.
“Come with me now, my pet.”
His hand remained painfully locked around her arm as they walked through the elegant hotel lobby to the elevators. When a car arrived for them, he shoved her inside face against the wall of the elevator. He came up behind her, rubbing her ass through the fabric of her dress.
“You know Daddy has to make you pay for this, don’t you, pet?” he whispered into her hair.
“Yes Sir,” she agreed.
“Let’s begin right here,” he announced.
He pulled the straps of her dress down to reveal her breasts, nipple clamps still tightly applied. He wrapped his fingers around the chain swaying between her breasts and yanked until a small scream escaped her lips.
“Does Daddy’s pet like that?” he questioned.
“Yes, Sir. More please,” she replied.
“All in good time little one,” he promised.
“Turn around, lift your hair, let Daddy put your collar on,” he ordered as he held collar and leash in his hands.
She stared at him a moment, blinking. Here? He meant to put the collar and leash on her in the elevator? Color rose to her cheeks as she felt the sting of humiliation grow within her.
“I told you to do something SLUT,” he roared at her as he gave each tit a hard slap.
She quickly complied, turning around to lift her long, wavy hair as Daddy locked her collar around her neck; turning back around as he attached the leash to the O ring on the front.
“Be a good girl now and Daddy will let you cover yourself until we get to my room,” he said as he gently pulled her dress straps up to cover her breasts.
When the elevator doors swished open, Daddy led her out by her leash. Her cheeks flamed with color as she followed him, head lowered in a mixture of shame and obedience while her pussy betrayed her as it began to run down the insides of her thighs.
She heard someone approaching them down the hall, her head snapped up instinctively to catch the curious eyes of a young bell boy.
With a vicious yank on the leash, Daddy snarled, “Put your head down, slut,” as her neck cracked and her head fell forward.
“Do you like what you see?” he inquired of the confused boy who simply stood there uncertainly in the middle of the hall.
“Let me show you a little more, shall I?” Daddy offered as he pulled the top of her dress down to reveal her breasts, nipples hard, chain dangling between them.
“Would you like to touch her?” Daddy asked the boy.
He responded with a furtive glance around him and a slight nod of the head.
“Go ahead, touch her breasts.”
The boy approached her, her head remained lowered as he placed a trembling hand on her breast and gently squeezed.
“Kiss them,” Daddy whispered.
She let out a small moan as the boy lowered his lips to her nipple, flicked his tongue over it, and kissed her breast.
“That will be enough. Thank you for playing along,” Daddy declared as he opened the hotel room door, shoved her inside and closed the door in the bell boy’s blissful face.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
His Scent All Around Me
Jay returned from dropping the little one off at daycare this morning, and fucked me before I went to work.
He had me kneel before him in my panties, and suck his cock. His cock was so wonderfully hard, his balls warm and tight in my hands. I sucked and kissed, kneaded and licked mindful not to mess up my already made up face. Daddy placed his hand on my head, moaning as he shoved me further down his shaft.
Next he positioned his head between my legs, pulled my panties to the side and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue expertly licked my clit as his finger worked in and out my wet hole. After several minutes of building intensity, his tongue found the right "spot" with just the right tempo. I grabbed his head moaning, "Yes, Yes. I want to cum. Make me cum Daddy." I was loud about it too, reveling in the fact that there were no children in house!! Seconds later, I felt myself tumbling over the abyss, my pussy pulsing in orgasm as he continued to gently lick until the spasms subsided.
Daddy was soon on his knees between my legs shoving my panties out of his way as his cock entered me. My back arched, my breath exited my body in a gasp as he pushed his way inside. He felt so damn good as he began to thrust into my cunt. My hips were soon moving in rhythm with him, my hands squeezing his rock hard thighs as I urged, "Harder, yes, fuck me harder, Daddy," at the top of my lungs ( no kids in the house, remember?!). My hands flew out to the side, clutching the sheets as he pounded into me harder and harder, my body bouncing with each thrust. He came just inside my pussy, pulling out towards the end to spill a little onto my tummy.
Afterwards, he neatly pulled my panties back over my pussy and directed me to keep them on. I dressed, enjoying the dampness that was his cum inside my panties, and went on my way to work ( 30 minutes late, I might add, but well worth it!). I spent the remainder of the day turned on with his cum leaking into my panties, his scent all around me. The panties fittingly enough sported a naughty little bunny on them with the phrase, "No one ever suspects me."
On a completely different note...I generally try to keep the material of this blog limited to my sex life. However,I have just completed my Tivo'd viewing of President Obama's Inauguration which moved me to tears. I am inspired with hope for our nation and our world. I am overwhelmingly proud to be an American today. I hope you are too.
He had me kneel before him in my panties, and suck his cock. His cock was so wonderfully hard, his balls warm and tight in my hands. I sucked and kissed, kneaded and licked mindful not to mess up my already made up face. Daddy placed his hand on my head, moaning as he shoved me further down his shaft.
Next he positioned his head between my legs, pulled my panties to the side and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue expertly licked my clit as his finger worked in and out my wet hole. After several minutes of building intensity, his tongue found the right "spot" with just the right tempo. I grabbed his head moaning, "Yes, Yes. I want to cum. Make me cum Daddy." I was loud about it too, reveling in the fact that there were no children in house!! Seconds later, I felt myself tumbling over the abyss, my pussy pulsing in orgasm as he continued to gently lick until the spasms subsided.
Daddy was soon on his knees between my legs shoving my panties out of his way as his cock entered me. My back arched, my breath exited my body in a gasp as he pushed his way inside. He felt so damn good as he began to thrust into my cunt. My hips were soon moving in rhythm with him, my hands squeezing his rock hard thighs as I urged, "Harder, yes, fuck me harder, Daddy," at the top of my lungs ( no kids in the house, remember?!). My hands flew out to the side, clutching the sheets as he pounded into me harder and harder, my body bouncing with each thrust. He came just inside my pussy, pulling out towards the end to spill a little onto my tummy.
Afterwards, he neatly pulled my panties back over my pussy and directed me to keep them on. I dressed, enjoying the dampness that was his cum inside my panties, and went on my way to work ( 30 minutes late, I might add, but well worth it!). I spent the remainder of the day turned on with his cum leaking into my panties, his scent all around me. The panties fittingly enough sported a naughty little bunny on them with the phrase, "No one ever suspects me."
On a completely different note...I generally try to keep the material of this blog limited to my sex life. However,I have just completed my Tivo'd viewing of President Obama's Inauguration which moved me to tears. I am inspired with hope for our nation and our world. I am overwhelmingly proud to be an American today. I hope you are too.
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