Restraint Part 1
First I pin you against the wall, I take your wrists in my hands and i raise your hands over your head.
I bite your lip as I kiss you.
You bite me back grrrrrr
I hold both wrists in one hand over your head, and I twist one nipple with my finger and thumb and suck on another.
I put my knee between your legs to part them, you grind your pussy on my knee, your juices running down my leg.
I kiss/bite you again, I allow you to slide down the wall, to take my dick in your mouth.
You are getting mad because I wont release your hands.
You suck greedily on my dick.
You have opened you legs wide and you want to rub your pussy while you suck me.
You wanna squeeze my balls, and take my dick in your hand, so that u can slap it onto your tongue.
I start to fuck your pretty mouth, its a good job that your head is rested against the wall, or u might get whiplash.
You suck very hard it feels incredible and then.................................................
I cum in your mouth, you swallow most my load greedily, some though escapes and runs down your chin.
I use my finger to scoop it up, and bring it back to your mouth, you clean my fingers with your tongue.
I pull you back to your feet and I turn you around.
I let your hands go, and I position against the wall as though u r being frisked by the police.
Legs away from the wall wide open, with u leaning forward.
I tell you not to move.
Then I kneel between your legs and start to lick your pussy
I slip 2 fingers inside you and finger fuck you whilst I lick you
Then I stand up again and with 2 fingers inside you I wrap my other arm around you, and squeeze your nipples.
Your pussy is so wet your juices are running down my wrist.
I move in behind you and I push one finger in your anus as i push my dick inside your pussy.
ooooooooooohh
I fuck you with long slow strokes, you thrust your ass back towards me.
i take my dick out of your pussy and rub it against your clit, then I push another finger in your ass.
You thrust against my fingers, and then against my dick.
Your legs start to wobble as you start to orgasm, I have to hold you up.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIii FUCK FUCK FUCK
I lead you to the bed.......................................
May 10, 2012, 8:48 pm
I awoke from dreams of rubber clad TV’s sucking cocks and having their balls stretched, being whipped and tortured, the last 12 hours seemed strangely part of the dream and unreal.
I tried to roll over in my bed as I awoke and realised that the dream was a reality and I was still trussed up on the bed, the odour of sex filled my nostrils and my cock and ass tingling with relief and expectation.
I could hear voices downstairs and wondered what was going to happen next, footsteps on the stairs and the closing of a door, a few minutes passed and then I saw the door opening. It was Mistress
February 13, 2012, 4:48 pm
Dad?” my daughter asked, as she handed my car keys back to me.
“What, sweetie?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“It's kind of embarrassing,” she said.
“Jamie, you know you can ask me anything. What do you want to know?”
“I asked my friends Melody and Kiersten, and they just laughed at me. I don't know who else to ask,” she replied.
“Then ask me. If I know the answer, I'll tell you. If I don't, we'll do some research to find out,” I said.
“Promise you won't laugh at me?”
“Why would I laugh? If you don't know something, one of the best ways to find out is to ask. W
February 11, 2012, 8:48 pm
Once again, picture a windowless room, twelve feet by twelve feet, Spartan in appearance and in accommodations. A plain wooden chair, a small refrigerator and a queen sized bed...a small shower alcove and nothing else. A steel door locked from outside. In short, a room with no escape, save through enlightenment. Many have and will call me insane, mad, a twisted pervert. Perhaps...or perhaps I am simply a teacher...an illuminator in the darkness...a guide to allowing one to reach and achieve all that is possible.
The Second: Anita, Joe and Molly.
Picture the room again with three people s
January 23, 2012, 9:48 am
For the first couple of months after Dad left, Mom was a mess. She was always crying or depressed. I did my best to comfort her, without trying to make any moves. I didn't want to take advantage of the situation just yet. If I moved too quickly, it could blow up in my face. The next part of my plan was subtle. I slowly started to take over the "Husband" role. That is, fix things around the house, dealing with insurance issues, organize and take care of bills, ect. Mom let me help because she didn't wanna deal with all that. And I was more than happy to do it.
Initially, I was hoping Mom wou
December 9, 2011, 3:48 pm
*** Time Travel ***
I’m wondering what the present day might have held if all those years I’d have made some very different decisions with my life. What if the very moment certain opportunities had exposed themselves I’d have dared to go in completely opposite direction to the road I’ve travelled otherwise?
I already know the answer(s)...
When the 17 year old me could have just said what he meant – when the overweight, boisterous party killjoy Diane Celery proposed d***kenly and very specifically that she come back to mine and show me how good she was in bed – he said the complete opp
