Not Forgotten

I miss this space! I miss the time spent with myself writing. I miss y’all! I miss reading your posts and getting a glimpse into what you’re doing. I haven’t forgotten you, though. You’re always on my mind and so is my blog. I have been very busy. Work has picked up quite a bit in the last quarter of the year which is good for my income, but it has meant I have less time to spend here.

It’s not just work that keeps me away though! I’ve been having a lot of fun in other areas of my life, so let me tell you a little bit about that!

V’s First Trip to the Strip Club

She’d never been to a strip club before, so we decided to take her. It was her first time sleeping over with us, and I was just as excited about the night time snuggles as I was about watching a bunch of beautiful women work their magic on us. We got dressed up to go out for dinner and drinks, but before we left the house, we got each other off, mouths on cunts, grinding against one another. I left the house with a spring in my step and her come streaking my once carefully styled tresses.

We walked the glowing downtown streets hand in hand, stroked fingers up stocking covered thighs on a rooftop bar, not caring who happened to see, and made out in front of a church doorway to the chorus of hoots and hollers from passersby. We kissed in the back of the Jeep, our fingers roaming, seeking out the dampness in our panties. The driver instructed us to take them off and we giggled as they slid down our thighs, exposing ourselves to the night air and to each other. His eyes darted glances in the rearview mirror at two naughty subs playing in the backseat. He took something out of his coat pocket. You’ll be wearing these tonight, and don’t forget, I have the remotes! Two remote controlled vibes were inserted with slippery fingers and we looked at each other with knowing grins as we waited in line. This was going to be fun.

He teased us all night as we sipped our drinks and chatted with the girls at the club. One of us would jump slightly, a peep escaping our lips as the vibrations startled us. We’d look at each other and laugh, until it was the other one being teased. We went to the back room for her first lap dance, the two of us side by side on a sticky leather couch, our fingers found each others, entangled excitedly. I knew this was making her wet, the dancing girl, the flirty conversation, the vibrations slowly intensifying inside her. I couldn’t wait to get her home to find out how much.

Warmed by liquor, we threw our inhibitions out the window during the car ride home. Skirts were pushed up, stockings pulled down, fingers were pushed inside each other, kisses were sloppy and sexy. The driver warned us to be good. Don’t distract the driver. We heard him, but it didn’t stop us from biting and licking and pinching the whole way home as we rolled across the back seat.

One by one, we lost our clothes, dropped here and there across the house like breadcrumbs leading to our very own sex den. He set the tone with a little impact, something light and fun to show us who was in charge. Then he fucked me and she cleaned me after, licking every last drop. We stayed like that, her mouth on me, the wand in her hand torturing me until I couldn’t take any more. We stayed up late, talking and cuddling until we were too tired to go on, our eyes heavy and our minds wiped.

The next morning, our male companion reached over her to me, his hand finding my cheek, my hair. In the darkness, his eyes gestured for me to come to him. Quietly, I rose from the bed and went to his side, taking his cock into my mouth. She began to stir in her sleep as our moans grew louder. He pushed me over her on my hands and knees and fucked me, thrusting me into her with each movement of his hips against mine. Her breathing quickened with ours as she was awakened so rudely, but she liked it, her hand moving over her nipples, down, between her legs. He came in my mouth and I kissed her afterwards, sharing his taste with her. He got up to make breakfast, the smell of bacon wafted from the kitchen. She nuzzled against me, her sleep warm body waking something in mine. She stroked me as we lay entwined, soft fingers over my thighs, my hips, my nipples. I asked her to sit on my face, wanting to drown in her scent.

We made each other come four times that morning and afternoon as we lay on the couch not paying attention to stupid television, softly talking, giggling, touching, kissing.

The Impact Scene with Q

She came over on a Sunday, her face lit up with a secret smile. They’d spoken in detail about the scene, but I had no idea what to expect. My heart buzzed with excited anticipation. He took me into the bedroom and secured my wrists to the hard point in the ceiling, strapping a blindfold over my eyes. He left the room, shutting the door behind him, and I was left wondering, my ears straining to hear their conversation from the living room. I thought maybe they were going to make me listen to them while they had all the fun, leaving me aching and dripping and alone. Minutes passed by, my breathing was heavy with need, my heart drummed excitedly. I heard the door open, but did not know who was there with me.

She’s all yours.

His voice boomed in the silence, and I heard the creaking of the bed and the pop and hiss of a can being opened as he lay back to enjoy the show. I’ve never been topped by anyone but him, and the idea of it being her, her hands, her mouth, her decisions, it drove me wild.

She kissed me, and I melted into her, a switch was flicked, and I was suddenly hers. She used all sorts of torture tools on me, the cane, the whip, the strap, her soft, brutal hands, her merciless teeth. She left pink tracks down my back with the Wartenberg Wheel. She kissed my nipples sweetly, and then tormented them with biting clamps. She held her body close to mine as she beat me, her sweet embrace contrasted by the beautiful pain she gifted me. Her hands often found their way to my dripping cunt, giving me a taste of pleasure before she asked me to willingly suffer. And, I was willing. Begging, needing, hoping for more. She filled me with a buzzing vibrator, fucking me with it while she licked me. She left a trail of bite marks up and down my trembling thighs, slick with my juices and her spit. When I came, my dark world exploded in color and I screamed out violently and tears leaked from my eyes.

She took off my blindfold and laughed at my black streaked face, hugging me close as I shook and panted. I babbled an incoherent thank you as she held me up, my legs weak and uncertain. It was a beautiful moment. I was grateful to her for what she’d given me, and she was grateful that I’d so happily given myself to her.

She was next, strapped to the cross facing out, blindfolded just as I’d been. I stumbled over to the bed and lay down to watch them, tears still threatening to spill over. They were stunning. He beat her gorgeous breasts with his heavy hands and left stripes down the inside of her thighs with his cane. He moved in close and whispered secrets in her ear, kissing her deeply. He held the wand to her clit as she twitched and danced for him, coming with a howl that filled the room.

When he was done with her, he gently released her hands from the cuffs holding her to the cross, taking time to rub her arms, holding her fingers in his. He removed her blindfold and held her face in his hands, their foreheads nearly touching. He kissed her sweetly. I looked away, not wanting to encroach on that special moment between them. And, just like that, it was gone. She laughed casually and sauntered away from the cross in that confident manner that she has, ready for whatever comes next.

He ordered us to lie down on the floor, her on top of me, our faces in each other’s cunts. We began to lick each other, hungrily trying to pull another orgasm from the other. I heard the tearing of a wrapper and the snap of a condom, and my curiosity was on fire. What else had they planned? I felt him kneel down behind her, and I saw his cock push into her. She moaned into my crotch, and I could only watch in awe. My cunt clenched, empty and greedy. He fucked her, and I, pinned beneath her, had a front row seat to their erotic scene. I loved it, seeing her cunt swallow him up, being forced to watch him fuck someone else, so close to him but unable to touch or lick. He pulled out of her and ripped the condom off, squirting his cum on her ass so that it dripped down into my waiting mouth. I relished the feeling of being demeaned to nothing but a clean up girl, a cum vacuum. She recognized my service and rewarded me with another orgasm, her mouth and fingers working my frenzied body up to another explosion.

The Smut Marathon

I’ve been focusing on another writing endeavor this year. As many of you may know, I’m a participant in the Smut Marathon, and I am ecstatic to report that I have made it to the finals! I am beyond proud and elated, and it doesn’t matter where I end up because I never thought I’d make it this far.