Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Elust #88

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Welcome to Elust 88

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #89 Start with the rules, come back December 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Heart stabbing

Redemption: The Sex Goddess Project



~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

An Open Letter To That Cunnilingus Post

I Found Myself Over His Knee


~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Writing Sex Scenes With Less Cissexism, Pt 1

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Erotic Fiction

The Haunting of Iris Day
MERMAID??? Wicked Wednesday #229
Fear, Scents and Sounds
Lady Amore
love is love
Her Struggle
The New Principal

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Evolving Landscapes
Trust in Me
15 BEST Things About Giving Blowjobs!
With a rebel yell
What lie do you need to hear so we can Fuck?

Erotic Non-Fiction

The Brush
Tasked with asking for what I need
How Old Is Too Old For Wild Lovemaking?
Brass In Pocket
An Unstated Predicament
California Cuisine
Krystal’s First Pegging


Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

That Adult Bookstore Just Outside Town
Creature of the night
MISTRESS IN A DRESS – or out of it
Come Here. I want to Taste You
Terror of the cane! How to make caning sexy

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

11 Signs You Might Be a Side Guy


Writing About Writing

Writing Sex Scenes With Less Cissexism, Pt 1


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Elust #87

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Welcome to Elust 87

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On Secret Identities

Dividing lines…

Ember and Ash


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Bdsm: Our pleasures are our obligations



~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Change your Cookbook: a monogamuggle’s guide to cookin’ with poly folk

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

When Love is not enough.
the fantasy and reality of my arrival


Shine a Light

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

When You’re Bad
How Women Use Their Sexuality As A Weapon
Dear Fans: Quit Kinkbashing

Erotic Fiction

Big Daddy
The Front to Back Challenge
GAME OF TWO HALVES – role shift
no. 106

Erotic Non-Fiction

He’s Cumming
Washing up
Chew Toy
So many friends with benefits


One Stroke
Early Morning Haikus


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Elust #86

Elust 86

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Welcome to Elust 86

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #86 Start with the rules, come back October 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On Self-Objectification

Female Orgasms – Addressing Women’s Sexuality

Migraine – A Sexual Spiritual Explanation


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Can You Train a Sub to Orgasm on Command?

Rupert Campbell-Black and me…


~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Yes I’m a Sexblogger and No I don’t care about your dick

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Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

BUTTER FOR LUBE… Salted or Unsalted?
KOTW:Static on the line
Control Queen
Well, That Didn’t Go According to Plan

Writing about Writing

A BDSM Vignette from Two Viewpoints

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Sex Negative

Erotic Fiction

The Cure

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Polyquad Squad Orgasm
Beautiful Birthday Fuck
Purpose of Tasks
Do You Trust Me
The meanings of “good girl”

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

How Long Is Enough
The Virgin. Unlocking Feminine Power.
The Other Day
Communicate! Communicate! Communicate!
addressing doubts one step at a time
How D/s has taught me to stick up for myself

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Against All Odds


Where I’m From



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My Heart’s Desire

She blinded me with library science gif.
Sir bought me a bag with this on it when I finished my Master’s degree.

I love to read. I was not one of those kids who watched the movie or read the Cliff’s notes when writing a book report. I think the only book I put down without eventually finishing was Anna Karenina. That book drove me crazy on so many levels.

Typically I’ll read just about anything. I enjoy some sci-fi/fantasy, history, crime, biography. Right now I am working my way through the expansive Dismas Hardy Series by John Lescroart. Crime thriller plus beautiful San Francisco backdrop is a win/win.

Then there is the elephant in the room. My collection of smut (smut is what my mom calls it; and hers matches my own). At this point you could probably make a near life-size elephant out of them. Especially if you included all of my digital books. My general tastes are very specific; and I know that doesn’t make any sense.

My collection of romantic fiction is largely historical romance that take place in Scotland. I think I have a few English one. Most of the time, if there’s not a kilt on the cover, I’m not buying it. I don’t mind the formulaic nature or the predicable endings. Somehow, the Highlands of Scotland make that more palatable. And sometimes you just want a good happy-ending read.

However, while a nice quick read for a plane flight, these stories are not what I would call hot. As a kinky individual, I see and read BDSM into everything. But that still doesn’t always work in more vanilla fiction to get me hot and steamy. For that I need to alter the course a bit. And luckily, there is a large about amazing erotica and BDSM fiction out there. I wrote a general review of the Master’s of the Shadowlands series. Also, there is the book that should be named all of those similar works that have been subsequently released to its popularity.

I also keep meaning to write a review of Marie’s amazing work Flight LU-365 that was released earlier this year. I still intend to write a post about it, so I will just say that it’s amazing. A book that pushes your interpretation of a ‘happy ending’. An emotionally difficult piece that you just cannot put down.

I am sure that my blog will start to have more book reviews as I sort out more time to read. Now that we are moved into the new house I am hoping that evenings will be calmer. And I’m sure I will rotate through different types of books. Maybe I’ll keep two going at the same time. One ‘regular’ book to read on nights when Sir has to work late. And another for when he is home and wants to play. A good steamy piece of D/s fiction to get me dripping before he comes to bed.

The problem will always be putting the book down. Though I am sure that the real life variant will always win out.

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

Elust #85

Elust 85

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Welcome to Elust 85

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

The Case of the Purloined Panties


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

The Inspection Zone
Date with prey


~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~


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Erotic Fiction

After Dark
Night World Flash Fiction
Temper temper
How to Start Super Sex
Nobody Comes Looking For Me
it was time to play

Erotic Non-Fiction

Cunnilingus. The Most Special Intimate Kiss
Nastya is nasty
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” A Memoir
Humiliation: Raylene’s caning 2

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Come as you are…
A Case for Good Men
Changing Labels
10 Commandments of Courteous Casual Sex
The Aftermath
I miss you

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Formative Kink: “Tanya, the Lotus Eater”
At his feet
Consent In Gorean Culture

Body Talk and Sexual Health



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A Long Time Cumming, Part II

The lovely conclusion to yesterday’s post. A birthday gift that is both personal and special. Thank you Twitter Boyfriend. Happy Birthday to Me!


On Sunday morning we were awoken by a knock at the door of the suite. As my Pet slowly stirred from her slumber, I got up and let room service in to deliver the breakfast I’d ordered for us both. During breakfast I discussed my plans for the day. Knowing how much my Pet values having an orgasm, I informed her that the day was to be all about her and how many orgasms I could give her before I had to leave. The only stipulation I made was that no two orgasms could be achieved in the same way unless they were multiple orgasms as part of the same activity.

I didn’t plan on making this too easy for my Pet though. Each orgasm was going to be just that little more challenging to achieve than the previous one. I started with her favorite way to orgasm using her Doxy. Lying back, legs spread, she started slowly alternating between stimulating her labia and applying direct stimulation to her clit. It wasn’t too long before her arousal began to build towards her first climax of the day. There was little point in delaying it and I encouraged her to come as soon as she wanted to. And come she did. Her whole body shaking as she let out stifled moans, unsure as to how soundproof the suite was.

After this first orgasm, we spent some time laying back in bed, my Pet nestled into me, talking about anything and everything. About 20 minutes later I suggested that it was time for orgasm number two. For this orgasm I played voyeur. Hoping off the bed I sat in the arm chair which I had positioned near the end of the bed. I motioned my Pet up onto all fours, leaning forward with her head on the bed, she started playing with her pussy, reaching back between her legs. Using just her fingers she played with her cunt, gradually opening up her labia and inserting a finger or two into her moist slit.

I could see more and more of her excitement building until she was dripping onto the duvet. As she neared her orgasm, her fingers started moved in circles around her clitoris. Finally focusing almost exclusively on her clit. As her orgasm built her breathing increased and she clenched and relaxed her thighs. As she came she shoved her hand deep into her crotch and ground herself against the bed to prolong it for as long as possible.

Coming down from the second orgasm I suggested that a shower might help freshen us up so that we could continue this celebration of sexual release. As we began taking turns soaping each other our hands continued to roam over each others’ bodies. Embracing my Pet and allowing the water to cascade over us we kissed passionately.

Carefully lifting her leg up on to the edge of the bath, I knelt down and began a determined assault on her pussy. I was determined to devour her completely and without mercy. The water continued to fall on us as I lapped and nibbled on her smooth cunt. With her pleasure increasing, her hands went to the back of my head and she slowly ground herself against my mouth. As she approached her next orgasm I shifted my focus to her slit. Taking quick little licks at first. When I sensed she was close I focused exclusively on her clit, sucking on it for all I was worth. She rewarded me with a wonderful shuddering come.

Not satisfied, I continued my assault on her pussy. Her arousal increased again with an impending second orgasm, her hands gripping my hair tightly as she ground out a second and then a third orgasm in quick succession. We both collapsed into the bath, breathing heavily and slowly recovering from the oral assault.

As I stood up, my Pet rose to her knees and indicated she wanted to taste my cock some more. Who was I to deny her? After a few minutes of oral delight, what she did next I would never have dreamed of happening. Motioning for me to turn around she got me to bend forward. Once I was exposed she began to rim my ass. The feeling was out of this world and something that I will remember for a long time. Not wanting to come just yet, I turned and pulled her up into a warm embrace. Turning off the water we left the shower and dried each other off.

Following the shower session we were in need of sustenance . We called down for room service. Having finished our lunch we realized that our time together was quickly coming to an end. I wasn’t ready just yet to end our weekend. I was sure she had an orgasm or two left to give me.

The next orgasm was going to be extracted from her. I grabbed the sashes from the bath robes and tied her spread eagle to the bed. I then produced a pair of clover clamps and a leather crop. Both items I had arranged to borrow from Sir just in case the opportunity to play presented itself. With my Pet restrained on top of the bed, I reached over first to one nipple and tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger. As it hardened under my ministrations I applied the first clamp. Repeating the process for the second nipple I gently pulled on the attached chain to make sure I had applied them with sufficient grip. I placed the chain in my Pet’s mouth and instructed her to not let it go under any circumstance.

I then took the crop, and starting off gently, I worked the crop up and down her inner thighs and along her calves. Upping the intensity a notch, I played with the crop across her abdomen and around her breasts, careful not to hit or dislodge the clover clamps. As her breath hitched I knew it was time to take her on the journey to orgasm through the application of the crop alone.

Returning to her inner thigh I struck her with more force eliciting a release of breath and a jerking of her head, which in turn caused my Pet to pull on the nipple clamps which fed a surge of pain through her body directly to her clit. I followed with another blow, then another and another. Each one causing just a bit more pain and discomfort causing he head to jerk around pulling on her nipples which heightened her arousal.

As the finale for this orgasm I started striking her clitoris directly with the crop. Between the pain of the strike and the sensation through her nipples as she writhed about, she was close to orgasm. A few more blows and I could tell she was right on the edge of orgasm. Pausing for short period, her eyes opened, pleading with me to take her over the top. Not being one to deny a gorgeous woman I rained down one blow after another directly on her clit. Counting down from 10 through to 1 brought her to a rewarding and intense climax. I gently removed the clamps causing another mini orgasm as the blood returned to her nipples.

After untying her, I took her into my arms and soothed her shaking body. As her breathing returned to normal we began kissing. The sense of longing returned as we were both aware our time together was nearly over. The kissing became more passionate and urgent. My cock had stirred once again and I was desperate to end the weekend on a high. Our hands roamed all over our bodies and our desire was increasing. It was clear to me my Pet desired me to make passionate love to her, nothing kinky, just pure vanilla missionary sex, but so filled with meaning and desire that in the moment it just consumed us.

As we approached our mutual climax we poured everything into this final fuck. Leaving absolutely nothing in reserve, we reached the point of no return and as I exploded inside her, she came for the last time. Coming down from our joint climax we embraced for one last time before we got up to shower again and to get ready to leave the suite that had been our sanctuary for the weekend.

Before we left, however, I had one more duty I had to perform. Repeating the ritual from early on Saturday, but this time in reverse, I removed my collar and replaced it with Sir’s collar. This signified the end of our weekend together. We were both quiet for the remainder of the time we were in the suite. Both of us reflecting on our time together.

As we drove to her place we talked a little bit, but mostly we stayed with our own thoughts. I didn’t want to hang around for too long after we got back. I spent a short time with Sir talking about a few things from the weekend, but I felt like I was now intruding into their relationship so I made my farewells and left for the airport. Just before I left, I managed a final hug. With a heavy heart and some sadness we said our goodbyes.

As the plane accelerated down the runway, my final thought was this cannot be the end. I then settled back, closed my eyes and focused on rejoining my other life. Till next time my Pet.

The Gift of a Key

This is the next installment to the Beth and Graham story. If you want to catch up you can link to Part IPart II, or Part III here.


“That was excellent salmon Graham, thanks for your help with dinner.” I cleared the plates quickly and returned to the table. Graham and I had relaxed most of the afternoon and enjoyed our trip to the store. His recipe was amazing and I know Sir was impressed. Sir had been working since his shower, so I was hoping he was going to take the evening off. I was surprised when he started to walk down the hall again to his office, until he called for Graham to follow him. I walked down the hallway behind them, not wanting to miss an instruction from Sir.

“Cunt, come kneel next to the desk. I need to talk to Graham for a moment.” I moved quickly as Sir gestured to Graham to have a set across the desk. In his office chair he seemed even larger and more in command than normal. Kneeling at his side I’m sure to Graham he looked like a king with his sex slave looking down on a lowly serf.

“How have you enjoyed your visit so far?”

“Yes, Sir. It has been lovely. Thank you for allowing me to visit.”

“I know you and Beth have been close on Twitter for along time. Does our D/s reality still appeal to you?”

“It does appeal to me greatly. But my wife doesn’t feel the same. And although she gave me permission to visit a friend and experience a scene with male dominant, I don’t think she would ever be comfortable with me having a regular female top. But I love her more than I need this, so our BDSM dynamic will have to be limited it to what she is comfortable with.”

“So you seem to have resigned yourself.”

“I wouldn’t say resigned. I certainly hope to have more experiences like this. I’m so grateful to her. I wouldn’t have felt right coming here at all without her blessing.”

“Good. You did well this morning, but I wanted to make you were comfortable being here before I gave you this.” Sir handed Graham an envelope. He pulled out a short printed letter. After he read it, he and Sir kept talking, but he handed it to me to read while they spoke.


Sir, Please give this to Graham should you deem it appropriate.


This letter is to clarify to you that I trust you. And after several conversations with Beth’s Sir I trust him too. You have my permission to enjoy this weekend. You’re not cheating. You’re not being unfaithful to me. This is an experience I don’t know that you will get a chance to repeat. And Sir assures me that he will make sure you earn everything that he decides to give you.

Please remember that I love you. Your service to me will be through Sir. I expect you to make the most of this visit. See you soon.



Short and to the point, but knowing Graham, it was necessary for him. I was surprised he had done so well with everything that had happen over the last few days. I knew that some of our activities would eat at him if he didn’t have those clearly expressed words of permission.

But Graham didn’t know about the letter that had arrived a few days before he arrived from Hannah written for Sir. I hadn’t read it. Sir didn’t offer and I didn’t ask. I was obvious that Hannah was putting a lot of trust in Sir. And that I would have to trust that the two of them knew what was best for Graham. This was part of that.

Sir took the letter from me, folded it, and placed it on his desk. Then he reached into this top drawer and removed something small. Putting it in his pocket, he told both of us to go to the play room and prepare. I moved quickly so as to explain that prepare meant we were to get undressed.

When he entered a few second behind us he told Graham to stand next to the St. Andrews cross. Sir pulled some of our larger rope out of a bottom drawer and began to tie him to the cross. I watched almost mesmerized. Sir would rub Grahams chest and legs as he tightened each knot. There was a sexual energy in this exchange, but Sir’s demeanor never changed. Graham had his eyes clothes and was already moaning.

I knew he was hoping to have experiences like this. Hannah wouldn’t permit him to go to clubs or purchase their own equipment, so I was sure this was his first time being tied to anything. Normally Sir would put cuffs on my wrists and ankles before clipping me to the wall, but as I thought about it I realized that my cuffs were probably too small for Grahams limbs. The larger rope would have to do.

When Sir had Graham secured to the cross he walked over to the toy box and pulled out a riding crop and one of the smaller canes. Grahams eyes followed the cane as Sir walked across the room toward me.

“Pick one.”

This was a pretty standard practice for Sir. He would have me pick an implement that he would use on me. But now, I wasn’t sure if I was choosing for myself or Graham. I went with the cane, hoping it was the former. I was wrong.

“Here you go, Beth. Show me your form.” He handed me the cane, but I just stood there staring at it. Sir lightly slapped my right cheek.

“Let’s go cunt, before I get impatient.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“Graham you will count. And Beth, no holding back. If I think you are being too easy on him I will take over. Make him earn his reward.”

Walking over to Graham I stared as his cock was already straining against the cage. I ran the cane up both of his legs. He moaned. I tapped the end on his already hard nipples. He turned his head away from me. I tried to channel Sir.

“Look at me.” Graham instantly opened his eyes and turned to me. I don’t think he was expecting me to talk. I’m not even sure what possessed me to, but I didn’t hear a correction from Sir, so I kept going. As I walked in front of Graham his eyes now followed me. I wouldn’t have the element of surprise, but I didn’t want it. I wanted him to know the strike was coming, because it was going to hurt.

The cane made a slapping noise as it hit his upper thigh and a thud followed as his body jerked against the St. Andrew’s cross. He teeth were gritted together as he groaned and a red line almost immediately appeared.

When I was on the cross, I always wanted the hits to come closer together, as it was easier for me to get into subspace. So I decided to stick with that method with Graham. My blows were deliberate and in quick succession. Up and down his thighs and torso. I hit his nipple once and he yelped with such a pain that I couldn’t bring myself to do it again. I have no idea how long it took me to get to fifty, but by the time I did I could feel his exhaustion. Luckily Sir told me to stop.

“I am impressed. With both of you. Good form Beth. And Graham, I’m deeply impressed with you. You handled everything she threw at you.”

“Thank you Sir.” Graham was breathing heavy, but his eyes were focused.

“Now, let’s see how you handle your reward.”

It almost sounded more ominous that the beating. Sir reach into his pocket and pulled out a small key. I looked at it with confusion, but Graham’s eyes had gotten very wide.

“This, dear Beth, is a copy of Graham’s cage key. His mistress sent to me in a letter a few days before he arrived. In that letter were specific instructions of when and if I was meant to use it. She has agreed that certain experiences would be beneficial to you and she wants those to happen in a protected setting. Therefore, Beth, take this key, and remove Graham’s chastity device.”

I smiled as I took the key. Graham still looked confused, almost scared. I unlocked the cage and carefully removed it; setting it on the floor next to the cross.

“Now, Beth, Graham has heard of your talents from afar for a very long time. Let’s show him that I don’t over exaggerate your skill.”

I looked up and Graham and smiled as I watched his cock timidly grow. Unsure how to act without the cage surrounding it, his erection almost seemed unsure how to respond. I was practically giggling when I began licking and tonguing his shaft. He began to moan and strain against the ropes almost immediately.

Oral sex was always something that he had fantasized about. We had talked about it at length. When I had originally talked to Sir about Graham visiting, it had been a desire of mine to service him in this way. When the cage restriction had been announced I was upset that this wouldn’t come to fruition. Now I was enjoying every minute.

He filled my throat as I took him deep. I rubbed the cane marks on his thighs with my fingers and nails. He hissed and moaned. Unable to distinguish the pleasure from the pain he thrust into me one second and pressed back against the cross the next. Soon, his body took over and he was thrusting in earnest. I opened my jaw and stuck out my tongue to massage his balls with each thrust. His moans increased and then stopped as he came. I had meant to have him come all over my breasts (another fantasy of his), but the connection I felt as I drank in all of his orgasm was too amazing.

I sat back on my heels to await further instruction. As I looked up at Graham’s face. He was leaning back against the cross, breathing heavily, but a huge grin had appeared.

Sir handed us both bottles of water and tugged a strand of my hair affectionately as he walked by. He didn’t mind sharing me as long as he got to show me off. I am pretty sure we both loved that, actually.

Graham set the bottle of water down on the floor and gave me a quick smile before looking at Sir for further instruction.

“Beth, do you want to be my little piggy?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded eagerly.

“Then come assume the position. Graham, grab three lengths of rope from that second drawer and bring them here.” Graham began following the order, but I could tell he wasn’t sure what was happening. I kept waiting for him to meet my gaze so I could let him know it was a good thing, but he stayed focused on his task.

I climbed onto the spanking bench as ordered. Placing my hands together under the bar I rested my knees on each of the side bars. I let all my muscles relax as I sank into the padding. Taking one of the pieces of rope, Sir began tying my hands together. Without words he indicated to Graham to use the other two lengths on my thighs. Once they finished, Sir checked to make sure they were secure.

“Pick a toy Graham. Any toy you like. And use it on our little piggy until I say otherwise.”

Sir walked around to the front of the bench and unzipped his pants. Without order I took him into my mouth. I couldn’t see Graham walking about the room, so I focused on Sir’s cock until I felt him standing behind me.

I’m not sure what I was expecting; some impact toy, I guess. What I wasn’t expecting was the sharp point of the wartenberg wheel pressing into my flesh. I wriggled on the bench, but my legs were tied fast. Plus, Graham’s sadistic side emerged as he began to push down and drag the wheel whenever I attempted to move away. I was trying to focus on Sir’s cock, to let the pain take me into subspace. However, soon I felt Graham’s erection against my thigh. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“Seems you are finally ready to help me roast our little piggy Graham. Put the wheel away and grab some lube off the shelf. Get yourself good and wet, and when I say, you are going to take her ass.”

“Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t even attempting to hide the eagerness in his voice.

My ass and pussy were soon dripping with a mixture of my own desire and the water soluble lube. I tried to indicate to Sir that I was ready by taking him as deep as I could. I’m pretty sure he understood my message, but liked it too much to act upon it until he wanted to. He never was one to bend to another person’s schedule. Graham rubbed the tip of his cock against my thighs. He was just as eager as I was.

“Okay, now.” As he gave Graham the order he grabbed the sides of my head and began to face fuck me slowly. I moaned around his cock. Graham pressed against me for only an instant before sliding in.

It only took a few thrusts for them to synchronize their movements. I relaxed every muscle and just enjoyed each moment of the glorious double penetration. Everything slid in and out and filled me just like I had dreamed. Being used by two men had topped my bucket list for a long time, and the chance to experience with these two made it even better.

It didn’t take long before we were all a moaning, coming mess. I don’t remember much after I was untied. The blissfulness of being used and getting to please two men I cared so deeply for had me drifting off to sleep. Sir carried me to bed.

I woke up around 11:30 to find myself sleeping alone. I ventured out into hall and down to living room. As I rounded the corner I heard laughter. Sir and Graham were sitting in the arm chairs on the opposite wall. Each had a whiskey tumbler and similar belly laughs. I only heard part of the discussion; something about each growing up in religious households.

I smiled at the thought myself and tiptoed back to bed. Graham would have to leave tomorrow and his cage was probably already back on. I crawled back in bed thinking of the big breakfast I would make for them. I hoped this visit was everything he had hoped for. It was more than I could have dreamed. And I still occasionally dream about it. On really good nights.

Creating a New Way

“It’s not going to fit.” I wish I had been joking. Just fluffing his ego or something; but I wasn’t. “There’s not way; I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it will fit, maybe not today. But by the time I get back down for a visit, mark my words. I’ll fit.”

*                      *                           *                       *

That was two weeks ago. Two days after he left I got a package from a lovely sex shop in London he had taken me to once or twice before. In it were three progressively larger butt plugs. Each was a plain, stainless steel tear drop shape. The smallest had a red ‘X’ on the end of the stopper, the next a black ‘X’, and the largest has a pretty emerald colored jewel. There was a note with them:

X = 3 days, at least 2 total hours/day

X = 4 days, at least 2 total hours/day

Gemstone = 7 days, at least 2 total hours/day, work up to 1 hour blocks of time

See you in two weeks cunt. xoxo

The first day was rough. Even the smallest plug was larger than any I currently owned. I found if I came once, and put my clit vibrator to high, I could relax enough to get it in. I tried to wear it as long as I could, but I ended up with several short spurts to equal my two hours.

The next few days weren’t so bad. Even moving up to the black ‘X’ size wasn’t as difficult as I had feared. Sir texted and told me to take a picture. He has colored the ends so he could tell which one I was wearing; I had wondered why they all didn’t look the same. He was happy with my progress, but warned me that the last size jump would be hard. His vote of confidence that I would be good to go when he saw me was not longer reassuring.

The day I first put the largest plug in I cried. And considering that I didn’t cry when I broke three fingers slamming my hand in the car door, that’s saying something. Even post-orgasm with the vibrator on it’s highest setting, it took me nearly ten minutes to put it in. I only wore it for another ten. There was blood. I called Sir bawling.

“I told you this was going to be difficult, but I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you weren’t capable of. Relax and give yourself an hour or so and try again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

An hour and a half later it still hurt, a lot. But after getting it in place I was able to leave it for an hour. My body adjusted quickly after the initial pain.

The next few days didn’t help as I continued to struggled, but once in I could leave it with little pain as I went about my chores and regular work. I could feel it, but only insertion and removal were painful. My anxiety grew, however, as it was not his intention to very slowly put his cock in me and then stay perfectly still. I was worried how anything rough or even just regular movement would feel. The last thing I wanted was to safeword after all the work I had done.

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I wore the plug as he arrived on Friday evening. I had dinner prepared and his drink waiting for him. He had me bend over and present myself to him before we ate.

“I am happy you are wearing the plug to dinner, cunt. I appreciate your commitment to my pleasure.”

He snapped his fingers and I sat down on the floor next to him. All that I laid out for myself was a napkin. Tonight he decided to feed me rather than give me a plate. It was a welcome gesture as I’m sure he could feel my nervousness.

He decided to wait on dessert, so I put the cheesecake in the fridge and we went upstairs. He told me to remove the plug. When I reentered the bedroom his dress shirt and tie were on the chaise and he was throwing his socks in my hamper. I would wash them in the morning.

He pulled the large bottle of lube from the drawer in my bedside table. I was ordered to grab a vibrator and get into position on the bed. With a mixture of excitement and dread I just wanted it over. I wanted to be everything he wanted. My mind was racing so much I opened the wrong drawer twice trying to get my vibrator.

When I climbed on the bed I shaking. He rubbed my breasts and arms as he turned me around and pushed me out into the bed. He pulled me arms around my back and told me to hold myself open for him. The lube was cold and it felt like he was using half the bottle. I was going to make a snarky comment, but then I felt the pressure of his cock against my skin. I knew there wouldn’t be the slow entries that I had given myself with the plugs. All I could do was relax as much as possible as he grabbed my hips. I took a sharp intake of breath as he pushed his tip in an squeezed my hips with both hands.

“There’s a good girl. See, what did I tell you? If there’s no way, create one.”

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

ELust #84

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About Those “Apple Thighs”
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IDENTITY – hiding the evidence
friday flash–service


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Good In Bed

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Erotic Fiction

Pubic Disturbance
Colds and Lust
Sex Machine
A Dirty Bathroom Floor
I’m Sorry I’m So Silent
S’il Vous Plaît
Edge of Morning
Dancin’ (Most) of the Night Away
Airport Arrivals

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

42 Kinds of Casual Sex
Living in Fear – An Essay on Male Entitlement

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

How To Give A Bare Handed Spanking
Reconciling dominance and love
She’s a Very Kinky Gor

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Run the good race

Erotic Non-Fiction

We Made A Resolution To Make Love Everyday
The 20 Minute Orgasm
More on cunt, corridors & Schroedinger’s cock
Stoned Birthday Sex
Room with a View
I’m Not Done With Your Throat Yet
It’s a strange path to trust.

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Poly and Pets

Writing about Writing

Why Write Erotic Fiction?
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Bathroom Conference

Oh shit, oh shit. Deb, bathroom NOW!

My look of horror as I passed her desk must have indicated my seriousness, as she jumped up after me and followed me down the hall.

What is the matter? You practically sprinted in here.

So I was texting Jen some not for work thoughts and when my reminder for our morning meeting came up I must have clicked off of her and accidentally sent a dirty text to Tiffany. Oh shit, oh shit.

Oh my god. What did you text her? Does she even know you’re gay?

No. You are the only one in the office who knows. She made a comment asking me about a boyfriend awhile ago and I never answered. But considering I just texted her that I couldn’t wait for the chance to taste her magnificent pussy and suck on her luscious tits, I think she probably has a clue now.

I banged my head on the stall door repeatedly.

We have our morning meeting in ten minutes. What do I do? Do I run? Can I do that?

Calm down. Just breathe. We have options. You could say that someone took your phone, some practical joke. Or just say that you intended to text someone else and leave it at that. Maybe she hasn’t seen it yet, so just act like nothing is different. Come on Steph. Pull up your big girl panties and lets deal with it.

Your right. Thanks Deb. She hasn’t texted back yet, so maybe it’s salvageable. 

Just try to stay calm. 

Right. I took a deep breath and splashed some water on my face. I needed to get some reports off my desk before the meeting; Deb walked with me as we picked them up and made it to the conference room as Tiffany closed the door.

The meeting was the most awkward hour of my life. Whenever Tiffany asked me a question I heard a double meaning. I couldn’t make eye-contact with her. Deb had to kick me under the table twice so I would stop rambling.

As we were getting up to leave Tiffany asked me to wait a moment.

I don’t want to embarrass you, but I want to make sure that I was not your intended recipient of the text you sent me.

Oh Tiffany, no. I am so sorry about that.

No need. It happens to all of us. And you have always been very professional, as far as I know, with your work relationships. It wasn’t from your work email or anything like that. I just didn’t want you to worry about it.

Thanks. I have been a little stressed about it. I appreciate you being so understanding about it. Very few people in the office know about my sexual orientation.

As long as you want it to remain secret, it’s safe with me. That being said, if you want to get a drink some night, feel free to send me another text.

Tiffany winked and brushed against my shoulder as she walked passed me. I’m pretty sure my mouth was gaping by the time she turned down the hall. The Wednesday staff meeting might be my new favorite day.