poeticdesires

Category: Anal

  • Drunk Blogging

    [FYI: I’m writing this while tipsy.  My apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors.  Yes, even when I’m tipsy, I worry about these things.]

    I was going to name this blog ‘Size Queen’ but since I’m tipsy, I wanted to keep up with the drunk blogging tradition.  I publish about one or two of these a year.  I wonder if anyone actually reads them.

    A few days ago, a friend of mine got three of their fingers in my ass.  Tonight, at a company holiday party, I bowled with my Ex.  He was on my team along with two other people.  He was the first person to ever fuck me in the ass.  My first ex tried, but he didn’t do it right and it hurt, so I stopped him.  My Ex did it right and fucked me in the ass and it was kind of awesome.

    I want someone else, well actually many someone elses, to fuck me in the ass.  I have this fantasy I might try to make happen at Fusion where many someone elses fuck me in the ass.  They’ll be wearing leather.  It’ll be totally hot.

    My friend who got their fingers in my ass thinks I’ll be able to get a fist in my ass eventually.  I learned two great terms from some of my friends.  ‘The Impossible Dream’ is getting fucked in the ass with a cock or strap-on cock while the cock/strap-on owner is also fisting your cunt.  ‘Bridge and Tunneling’ is getting fisted in both the cunt and ass.  I want both of these things to happen in my future.

    Lately, I’ve been quite ass focused.  It wasn’t til recently that I realized how much I love being fucked in the ass.  In my most recent masturbation sessions, I’ve started with putting my butt plug in, which only takes a few minutes now (pats self on back), and then riding my Hitachi.  I’ve cum harder with just my plug in my ass and my Hitachi on my clit than I ever thought possible.

    Did you know orgasms start from the sacral nerve?  Know where the sacral nerve is located?  Near your butt.

    I already have a Tardis cunt.  I love my Tardis cunt.  And people love fisting my Tardis cunt.  But could I develop a Tardis ass too?

    To be fair, one of my friends already has a Tardis ass.  His anal skills far surpass my current abilities.  I am quite envious of his ass.  But maybe, with practice, I could come close to his level.

    People who fuck me: Please go for the ass more.  I would be so appreciative.

    That is all.

  • Remembering You

    ~ erotica ~

    My thoughts turn to you in the most mundane of moments.

    Rising from the sofa, arms extended, stretching my muscles.  My shirt lifts, air kissing my stomach, and I feel your hands on my sides.  Your lips on my belly button.  Your grip pulling my flesh closer to you.

    Driving on the highway, windows down, singing and smiling to my music.  The cool wind grazing my chest, my nipples, and suddenly your lips are there again.  Sucking, nipping at my breasts.  Without intention, I feel the same heat as that night, that moment, surging through my abdomen.

    Sitting on the sofa, watching whatever is on television.  Not too long ago, you sat in that same spot.  I knelt on the floor in front of you, eyes only on you.  A simple gesture and I crawled forward.  The tickle of my tail, a pretty butt plug you gifted me for my birthday, brought a devilish grin to my face.

    I wonder when thoughts of me meander into your mind.

    Do you remember my hands each time you shower?  The kneading of your flesh on stressful days.  The kisses on your neck that accompanied my touch.  My naked body’s occasional contact, the tease before our eventual release.

    Do you remember my voice?  My whispers into your ear as I grasped your body on top of mine.  My exhalations of affection, admiration, lust, and filthy fuckitude.  The aching as you teased me.  The breathless need as you entered me.  The hurried cadence as I came.

    Do you recall my scent?  Flowery and fruity.  The lotion I use, rubbed onto my arms and legs.  The cream I caress on my face.  The body spray across my chest, my shoulders, on my wrists, and one fun spray down low.  You always told me I smelled so good.

    When do you remember me, love?  Because I always remember you.

  • A Visit

    If it is ok with you, I would like to crash with you Friday night.

     

    Originally I didn’t plan to go to Hot House.  It was scheduled for a Saturday evening, typically a night I work.  In fact, I had scheduled a ten hour shift for that very night.  But more than one friend said they were going.  And Doug was coming down from New Jersey.  And LyricL asked me, as a title holder, to attend the party.  Thus, under the influence of peer pressure, I dropped my shift and RSVP’ed yes to the event.

    So it was with more than a little glee that I received a message from Doug asking for a place to stay Friday night.

    He arrived at my house around 9pm.  We hugged at my front door, holding each other for a long moment, grateful for this random opportunity for a visit.

    I suggested we head out for dinner, my treat.  He objected, the memory of my Waffle House gesture still somewhat fresh.  Instead, he was the one who paid for dinner, sushi at a local hole-in-the-wall.

    As we walked back to my car, he pulled out his cloves and smoked.  From the vantage point of the parking garage, I showed him our downtown.  We spent about half an hour chatting, his tobacco scenting the air around us.

    When we arrived back at my home, the rest of the house was in bed.  We walked to my bedroom.  I stripped down to a comfy t-shirt.  He used the restroom, got ready.  When he climbed into my bed, I asked him if he minded if I slept naked; he didn’t.

    And then, randomly, he asked me where I was during 9/11.

    Okay, I thought.  Guess we’re not having sex.  That’s cool; it’s nice to see him either way.

    We chatted for a long time about a whole range of topics: politics, healthcare, religion (or lack there of).  All of it weighty, heavy stuff.  I adjusted this way and that on my bed, sometimes snuggling with a pillow, sometimes sitting up and animated.

    About an hour or more into our conversation, he finally noticed I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

    “I asked you if it was okay if I slept naked.”

    “Okay.”

    He stood up on his knees, took of his remaining clothing, leaned over, and kissed me.

    I pulled off my shirt.  We leaned back on my bed, onto my pillows, and made out with Tessie over my shoulder.

    He kissed me, teased me.  Sucked on my nipples.  Bit my neck.  I pushed him over.  Teased him with my lips.  Bit his neck hard.  Traced my tongue down to his nipples.  And then farther.

    He stopped me.  Explained he hadn’t been tested in a while.

    I introduced him to the second drawer of the storage container next to my bed.  Pulled out a condom.  Rolled it over his cock.  Wrapped my lips around his dick.

    The fun pivoted.  I pulled out an under pad, gloves, lube.  He went into his things; pulled out his butt plug.

    He laid back down on my bed, his hips on the pad.  I sat just off of the pad, lube bottle at the ready.  As I lubed my hand, I mentioned that I’d had a few lessons recently in anal play.

    I lubed up his hole, pressed my middle finger, and invited myself in.  My digit eased inside of him.  He removed his condom and began stroking his cock.  Later, I inserted a second finger.  He rode the wave of his pleasure.  I closed my eyes.  Felt myself inside him.  Relaxed into the fun of sticking my fingers up a cute boy’s butt.

    When he asked for the plug, he switched positions.  On his hands and knees, he pressed back onto the plug, then rested forward.  Back and forward.  I kept my pressure constant and in place.  Within a few minutes, his plug was in.

    “I’d love to suck your cock,” he said.
    “I’ve got another idea.”

    I pulled out my own plug.  Pulled out more gloves.  Got on all fours on my bed.

    He lubed up his hand.  Slipped his first finger in.  Then his second.  And, quicker than I anticipated, quicker than I knew I was capable of or would enjoy so greatly, my butt plug was in.

    I laid down on my back, the sensations a bit overwhelming.  He laid down beside me, more relaxed than my demeanor.  I tried to emulate his calm, but he had another idea.

    Changing gloves, he pulled out another bottle of lube, stroked my lips, and easily inserted his fist into my pussy.  I bit my wrist trying to quiet my screams.  It felt so good, so right, to be that full.  And yet, I started moaning.

    “More.  More.”
    “My full fist is in.  I can’t give you anymore.”
    “I know.  I know.  I’m a greedy pig is all.”

    I held my plug in my ass as he fist fucked me to an orgasm.

    I was high off my cum; he needed a cigarette.  We removed our plugs, cleaned up, and headed downstairs.

    As we sat, me drinking water and him smoking, he came to a realization.  Our hour plus conversation about religion and politics and healthcare had been a turn on for him.

    “Well, yes.  I get that.  I am also a sapiosexual.”
    “That’s what that means?”

    Shortly after, we went to bed.

    The next day we ate diner breakfast before he had to depart.  He was a part of the party setup.

    I was happy for my sixteen hours with my friend all the same, a most unexpected but highly appreciated quite enjoyable visit.

  • Lessons

    I was driving.  Gray sat in the passenger seat.  I don’t remember how we got on the topic.  Probably one of my random non sequiturs.

    “The thing is, I have this harness now.  But.  But.  It makes me nervous.  I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

    “Don’t you have experience with a strap-on?”

    “Just strap-on blow jobs.  That’s different.  Fun, but different.  Less likely to be harmful.”

    “What about at FetFest?  Our threesome with NYRCherryBondage.”

    “Yes, but that was fucking a vagina.  Asses are more perilous.”

    “Well, you won’t hurt anyone if you listen to them and follow their speed.”

    “Yes.  True.  It’s just, to penetrate a guy.  To have that control.  And I’m not really toppy…”

    “You of all people should know an act is not inherently dominant or submissive.”

    “Yes.  Yes.  I know that.  I know.  It’s just.  It makes me nervous.”

    “Have you watched any videos on Kink Academy or PassionateU?”

    “No,” I squeaked.  He chided me for not taking advantage of resources I get for free.

    “As long as you listen to the person, you’ll be fine.  And just so that you know, yes, I am open to the idea of you pegging me, even though you danced around the subject.”

    ~

    The first time I licked Gray’s asshole was in London, the morning I was heading home.  The last time we fucked for months.  I didn’t even know what I was doing.  I licked and sucked on his balls.  Licked his taint.  Licked a little further.  And then I heard the moan.  It was different than he’d emitted before.  And I knew what I’d done.  I kept going.

    “Show me how dirty a girl you can be.”

    ~

    He stood in his leathers.  I was on the floor, rope harness around me, my hands covered in soap and shoe grease.

    As I worked on his chaps, I sunk down.  Slithered in between his legs.  My ass the last to drop down and through him.

    I sat.  Rested my back against his left leg.  Tilted my head up.  Massaged Black Gold into his leather as my tongue licked from his balls to his asshole.

    He bent down slightly.  Grabbed my hair.  Maneuvered my face how he wanted it.

    Later, when I finished his leathers, he asked, “Do you want to have some more fun upstairs?”

    ~

    At Shibaricon, he sat on my face, ass pressing against my cheeks, as he fucked my tits til he came.

    The night of my birthday, he sat on my face, ass riding my tongue, as he came in NYRCherryBondage’s mouth.

    There is nothing so scary and so arousing as having someone fuck your face, not being able to breathe, and not knowing if they’ll remember to allow you air.

    ~

    He laid on my bed, still in his leathers.  His vest opened out.  His chaps put his cock on display.  His boots rested at the foot of the bed.

    “You need gloves, lube, and dildos.”

    I introduced him to my drawer full of safer sex supplies and masturbatory accoutrement.  I laid the dildos by his side.  Gloved up.  Knelt at the end of the bed.  Held the bottle of lube.  Tried not to shake from nerves.

    ~

    Now I remember how we got on the subject.  It was the butt plug.  The Mr. S Piggy butt plug.

    I asked Gray for anal stimulation in our fucking.  I wanted to get the plug in before next Fusion.  I asked his opinion on masturbating with my introductory plug, smaller than the Mr. S prize.  Any suggestions he had.

    And then I mentioned the harness.

    ~

    He had me lube my fingers.  Lube his asshole.

    “Too much is almost enough.”

    He was specific; press, don’t poke.  I remembered the tip from the two Kink Academy videos I’d watched earlier.

    I pressed my middle finger against his asshole.  I invited it to open.  I pressed, and then felt the release.  I slipped in, just a little.  And then a little more.

    Gray asked for more lube.  I reapplied lube, then reapplied my finger.  Glided in.  My whole finger was in his asshole.

    He wanted another.  More lube.  Again, slow pressure.  And then two of my fingers were inside him.  I felt his prostate; massaged it.  Had his cock in my other hand; licked it.  Inside, I reveled in the moment.

    He grabbed my hair.

    “Don’t you forget who is in charge right now.”

    He let go of my mane.

    He wanted to try a different lube.  I slipped my fingers out; too quickly.  I immediately knew I’d fucked up.

    “I’m sorry.”

    “It’s fine.  Just remember, you go at the person’s pace.  Grab the other lube.”

    I did.  We tried it.  He liked it better, but I made a mental note to buy anal lube the next day.

    I laid my ring finger across my middle and fore fingers; held the three together tightly.  Pressed against his asshole.  Heard and saw the pleasure I gave him as my digits slipped in.  Again, I massaged his prostate.

    His hands glided along his cock and rubbed his balls.  His voice uttered his pleasure, until finally he said, “I’m cuming.”

    I quickly readjusted.  Put my mouth on his cock.  Swallowed his cum.  Played with his cock.  Flicked my tongue along and around his head until he pushed me off.

    “My only critique: I love it when I cum in your mouth, but next time don’t change up what you’re doing as I cum.  Other than that, you were great.  Now, turn around.”

    He fucked me with one of my own dildos before we both passed out for the night.

  • Penetrated

    ~ erotica ~

    “Turn your ass towards the camera.”

    She did as she was told.

    “Spread your cheeks. Wider. I want to see your asshole before I fill it.”

    She didn’t like this angle. She wanted to see her Master, glimpse his face on the screen as he ordered her around. Still, she always did as she was told.

    “Have you been training like to I instructed?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Good. Because if you haven’t this will not be fun for you. We both know, no matter what, this is going to be fun for me. Go get the package I sent you.”
    “Yes, Master.”

    She scurried across her room, picked up the box, and placed it on the bed.

    “Open it.”

    She tore at the packaging. Inside was filled with tissue paper. Lifting the delicate wrapping, she saw it.

    “Master?”
    “Get the bottle of lube.”

    It sat on her end table.

    “Turn your ass towards me. Spread your cheek with one hand. Lube up my pretty little hole with the other.”

    It was his hole, his mouth, his body, to be used in anyway he saw fit. She remembered that, loved that, as she pumped lube onto her fingertips and caressed her opening for him to watch.

    “More. Good. Stick a finger in. That’s it. Shove some more lube inside. You’ll need it next.”

    She did as she was told.

    “Now pick it up.”

    It was heavy, which made sense. It was big. Bigger than she’d ever taken before.

    “Lube all around it.”

    It looked like a freakishly large tear drop. She thought this ironic. She was sure there would soon be tears.

    “Now bring the tip to my hole. Keep spreading your cheek with your other hand. Is the tip against my hole?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Good. Push.”

    It was as she knew, at first. The familiar relaxation, letting go, letting something in. Only it kept getting bigger. And bigger. And bigger. She eased it in slowly, asshole spreading, as her Master watched and spoke.

    “That’s my good little slut, getting her asshole spread wide open for her Master. Filling my hole to the brim.

    “How does it feel, my little slut? To have something of mine in you. To feel it slide into your ass. Filling your hole. I want to see you take it. Take all of it. All of it. Me filling you to the brim.”

    She worked it in slowly, an eighth of an inch at a time. Breathing. Relaxing. With his voice, imaging it was his hand pushing the plug into her. His slow movement, filling her ass up.

    “Fuck!”

    It was in. All the way in. Her ass stretched more and filled fuller than ever before.

    Her eyes were soaked with tears she willed herself not to cry. Her body shivered from the over stimulation, wanting desperately to cum.

    “Master, may I?”
    “My little slut took all of it. Sucked my plug into her ass just like I told her too. Turn around, I want to see your face. Are those tears?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “From the endurance?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “You are going to endure a bit more for me. Position five.”

    She paused for a moment before accepting his command. Lifting her torso up, she sat back, her ass against her feet, her hands on her thighs. She tried her best not to groan as her own body weight pushed the plug in just a little farther.

    “Good, my little slut. Position six.”

    She tucked her toes under, lifting her body up just a little. She spread her knees, showing her Master her slut pussy. She interlocked her fingers behind her head. Sat back on her heels.

    “Good, my little slut. Play with your clit.”

    She licked her fingertips and began rubbing herself. Her body could barely take any more sensation. But she pushed through. She would do anything her Master wished.

    “I want to see my plug in you. Position seven.”

    She turned, ass up in the air, back arched, arms stretched out in front as her tits tickled against her bed spread.

    “Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?”
    “No Master.”

    Her hand went back to her clit.

    “Start hitting my plug with your other hand.”

    She was forced to balance her body on her face and shoulders, but she didn’t care. Every inch of her body was energized, fueled by her Master’s cruel lust. She slapped the plug’s base while playing with herself, her ass and pussy right in front of the camera for her Master to see. She moaned despite herself.

    “My little slut.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Cum.”

    She gasped. Bit her bed spread. Rubbed her clit faster. Slapped her plug harder. Panted. Her body convulsed. She screamed, “Thank you Master. Thank you Master.” And came as her Master watched.

    When she finished, she sat in front of the laptop in position five, plug still delightfully inside her.

    “My little slut, it’s getting late. I have to go to bed, and so do you. But before we part, position seven.”

    She turned and stretched out her body.

    “Now, relax and pull out my plug. Slowly. Just as slowly as when I ordered it into your body.”

    She gripped the base and eased out the teardrop. New tears entered her eyes as the plug left her ass. Her Master was leaving her body. Taking away that piece of him she’d accepted into herself. She worked the toy out, trying to enjoy each minuscule sensation as it exited her ass.

    When gone from her hole, she returned to position five, plug in hand.

    “You will do this every third night for two weeks, just as we have just done. My plug in. You playing with yourself. Cuming. And then pulling my plug out.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “And you will remember whose name to scream, who to thank each time my plug is filling you up and making you cum?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Until next time, my little slut, when on the fifteenth day I will be there in the flesh, and it will be my hand penetrating you.”

  • Kidnapped

    ~ erotica ~
    {Trigger Warning: This is a rape fantasy.}

    I carried my backpack over my shoulder, beleaguered from my long day and night’s work. Though there were few contents, it still felt heavy, weighing me down as I tried to walk home.

    I knew this path, this way I took every day or night. My long hours dulled my mind, but I could never forget the way home. Down two blocks, turn left. Pass the cheap gas station where beggars asked for change during the warmer days. No need to avoid the fried chicken and lake trout restaurant across the street, whose aromas often tempted me. Right after the corner store; too late to stop in for a few groceries. Five blocks more, and then home.

    My feet moved without me thinking. My mind didn’t register the actual short length, instead feeling my fifteen minute walk as a labor.

    I loved these streets, the people in the them, the neighborhood which I adopted and the inhabitants who accepted me.

    So I knew it wasn’t one of them who did it.

    Not Mr. Brown, who swept his front stoop every Sunday, watered his flowers in his window box every other day, and was the first to have his trash and recycling out, ordered and more neat than refuse should be.

    It wasn’t Dobs or Karl, the vets who rested their bones on the sidewalk in front of the gas station from March to September, and only asked for a little help when I could.

    It wasn’t Ms. Crystal, who owned the restaurant, and always wanted to put good food in my belly and a smile on my face.

    It wasn’t the Asian family who ran the corner store, whose kids I’d seen grow up in the five years since I moved to this part of town.

    It wasn’t my neighbors, my community.

    It happened after a particularly long day. Sixteen hours of work with few moments of rest. My whole body ached.

    My steps were slow, my march home more strenuous then need be. My limbs moved out of will to rest, knowing at the end of my journey a bed and soft covers would soothe their pain.

    I didn’t notice the van as it approached. Didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t know a man got out behind me. Didn’t know he had a knife, wore a mask, and stalked me for a block before he attacked.

    First I felt the pull on my hair, craning my head back. Then there was the knife on my neck, the scratch, the few drops of blood. My hands gripped his arm. My bag hung from my elbow. He dragged me to the open door of the van. Pulled me in. Closed off what little light from the dark night was left.

    There were four of them. One driving, because the van kept moving. One to hold my arms. Another to hold my legs. The last, my original attacker. They all wore masks. They all wore gloves, leather. Boots, too. I guessed they were military. They communicated without words. Their cruelty was precise.

    One pulled away my bag, pulled down my pants and panties. One by my head used his knees to hold my arms. He tore open my shirt. A knife split my bra. In a matter of seconds, I was naked and open.

    I was pinned with my back on a mattress. It didn’t move as they worked.

    I heard the ripe of condoms, and was shocked at a flash of relief.

    The one by my head placed his hand over my throat. I felt a knife against my cheek. I knew what he would want.

    The one by my ankles bent my knees. All three flipped me over.

    The one by my head grabbed my hair. Lifted my head. Pushed open my jaw. He shoved his cock in my mouth. I gagged, but took it. Tears trickled down my face. He rubbed a gloved hand over my eyes. Then smacked my ass.

    The one by my ankles gripped my hips. Lined up his cock. He drove his dick deep inside my cunt. My hands held onto the edge of the mattress. He pounded my pussy hard and fast.

    The one at center used a gloved hand to stroke his cock. Rubbed his dick against my ass. Used a cold slick finger to probe my asshole.

    The one in my cunt stopped, pulled out, moved back. The one at center took his place. His dick circled my asshole before pushing, pushing. Sliding all the way inside me. More tears.

    He didn’t fuck my ass. He followed the rhythm of the man by my head. Rocking his body with mine, cock slid in and out of my throat but remained in my ass.

    Then I felt two sets of hands on my hips. Heard a gasp of pleasure. The man who invaded my pussy took refuge in the asshole of his friend.

    They all followed a rhythm, a beat they knew well. I took them, accepted my fate.

    When they were close, each rising to a crescendo together, the van stopped. I heard the driver’s door open and close. In the time it took him to walk around, they all came, grunts and groans filling the small room.

    The driver opened the side door. He pulled me out onto the sidewalk. Another flung my bag out.

    All four men stood over me. I cowered, hiding my face from the dim light of the night, from their eyes. I felt the four streams of piss hit my back, my ass, my hair.

    When they finished, they got back into their van and left.

    I laid on the ground for a few breaths before raising my head to figure out where I was. At once, I knew. The small tree. The bike rack. The number on the building.

    They discarded me at my front door.

  • Would Have

    ~ erotica ~



    I would have fucked you.

    I wanted to fuck you. I thought about it all day. Thought about it as we walked, talked, laughed ate. I thought about fucking you in my bed. On the couch. Rolling around on the floor. In the shower, trying to not slip and fall. Against the wall, trying not to wake the neighbors. Screaming into a pillow. Belting obscenities into the bed. Face down. Ass up.

    I would have fucked you.

    I would have fucked you for hours.

    Fucking, til we both were breathing heavy. Fucking, til there were no more pillows on the bed. Fucking, til the sheets were twisted piles in our way. Fucking, til we were sweaty mounds of exhaustion. Fucking, til the air was thick with the scent of our sex. Fucking, til every muscle ached. Fucking, til my cunt was sore from your cock and your cock sore from my hot cunt.

    I would have fucked you for hours.

    I would have fucked you all day.

    Waking you from slumber with my lips around your cock. Your cum in my belly before breakfast. You eating me out, feasting on my flesh just before lunch. A dinner of carnal delights: licks, bites, kissing, sucking, and oh so much fucking. Each person’s dessert just one more orgasm, just one more cum, pushing the other further, just one more drop of ecstasy, just one more.

    I would have fucked you all day.

    I would have fucked you in every way.

    Fingers. Tongues. Oral. Anal. Your cock in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. My purple cock in your mouth, in your ass. My Hitachi or yours? Or both at once? Ninety-six or sixty-nine? My pussy riding your face. Your cock hitting the back of my throat. Teeth in flesh. Tongue across skin. Hands in hair. Fingers gripping asses. Scratching. Gnawing. Primal fucking.

    I would have fucked you in every way.

    I would have loved fucking you.

    But you fucked up.

    So I told you to fuck off.

  • Good Boy

    ~ erotica ~

    Everyone was on the floor. He sat cross-legged in front of me. My crotch nuzzled up to his tight little ass, my legs laying lazily on the carpeted ground. My chin rested on his shoulder. We watched the small intimate show, cheering on our friend who was dancing. But I wanted a little more entertainment for my evening.

    I reached my arms around him, spread apart his thighs, and wrapped my legs around his middle, resting the heels of my boots on the floor. My chest now laid against his back, my arms around him. I let my hands dangle as my forearms rested on the inside of my knees.

    I brushed my nose against his ear before whispering my intent for the evening.

    “I’m going to eat your asshole tonight.”

    I heard the stalled breath and immediately felt his body tense. He slowly reached a hand up and gently dragged my hand down to his crotch where his cock was already growing hard. I massaged his cock through his shorts while we waited for the show to finish.

    When the show ended and the party began, I quickly sat my things down under a suspension frame. He’d sat against the wall waiting. I turned to him, extended my finger, and beckoned him over. He crawled like any good boy would.

    With a move reminiscent of how I’d soon play with his ass, I gestured for him to stand. I leaned in close, my lips again by his ear.

    “Do you like sexual humiliation?”
    “I… I don’t know.”
    “Hmm, I think we’ll find out tonight.”

    I grabbed one of his wrist and then the other, tying a basic cuff around both before throwing the excess of my rope above the top and pulling down, lifting his limbs into the air. He could still stand flat on his feet, but he couldn’t get away.

    I grabbed him by his hips and turned him towards the party crowd. Most people milled about, looking for places to play, equipment to use, or a place to sit, but a few watched us, wondering if we’d make a good show.

    I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his shorts, and pulled off the fabric. Like a good boy, he wore no underwear. His cock was mostly hard. Even with his shirt still on, I could tell he felt exposed. He looked down towards the carpet.

    “Look up. Keep your eyes open. I want you to see them as they watch you, as they watch me fuck you.”

    Reluctantly, he did as he was told.

    I dropped to one knee and eased his legs apart, gripping his cheeks to expose his asshole. I reached over and dragged both my bag and a small table to within easy access. I put on two gloves, and grabbed a condom, my bottle of lube, and a special surprise toy, setting them next to me on the table.

    With each cheek firmly in my grasp, I spread my tongue wide and gave my first long languid lick. He tilted his head back, eyes closed, and gasped. I quickly gripped his balls and called up to him, “What did I say?”

    “Keep my eyes open.”
    “That’s right. You can gasp, moan, plea, and scream, but your eyes will remain open.”

    My mouth delved back into the cleft of his ass, licking furiously now, tracing his rim with the tip of my tongue, using the stud in my mouth to tickle his flesh, and delicately probing inside of him. He pushed his hips back, an eager little slut, wanting more and more of my tongue in his ass.

    But I wanted something more now.

    Standing up, I riped open the condom wrapper, pulled out my cock, and slid the latex down my shaft. Taking up the lube bottle, I generously slicked up my cock for my boy, as well as one of my hands. I set the lube bottle back on the little table next to me again, just in case I’d need it later.

    My dry hand found my boy’s cock, rock hard now, and stroked him as my slick hand’s fingertips played with my boy’s asshole.

    “Having fun?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good, because now I’m going to fuck this little ass of yours. Would you like that?”
    “Yes.”

    Again he pushed back as my fingers now explored inside of him. Good and warmed up, I pressed the head of my cock to his hole, easing it into him, and slowly sliding all of me inside him.

    “Fuck!” he screamed.
    “Yes, my boy. That is exactly what I’m doing to you.”

    My hands rested on the front of his pelvis, pushing him further onto my cock, framing his cock for those watching. Indeed, we had drawn a crowd. My boy looked on them, no more embarrassment in his eyes.

    “You like it when they watch me fuck you. You like it when they see me take control of you, my cock inside of you, ramming in and out, don’t you?”
    “Yes.”

    I shifted my hips, slowly easing my cock out and then gliding it back in, slowly fucking deep into his ass. When I did this again, he whimpered in the way that got me hotter.

    “Are you about to cum?”
    “Yes.”
    “Don’t.”
    “Please.”
    “No.”
    “Please.”
    “Maybe.”
    “Please.”
    “Hmm…”
    “Please!”

    He repeated the word over and over. I held my cock inside of him, not moving it, but instead reaching over and grabbing my surprise. I rested the small vibrator on the millimeter of my cock not fully in his ass, and turned it on.

    “Fuck!”
    “You like that?”
    “Yes!”
    “My cock buzzing inside of you.”
    “Yes!”
    “Do you still want to cum?”
    “Yes! Please! Oh God please!”

    With one hand, I gripped his balls, massaging them firmly. The other cupped the head of his cock.

    “Cum.”

    His body twitched and jerked, his head having no choice but to follow the spasms. He spewed into my hand, white, sticky, and warm. I brought that hand to his mouth where he greatly lapped up every last drop of his cum from my fingers. I wiped the excess moisture on his face, down his chest, and back onto his cock, stroking his now sensitive organ, my rock hard cock still inside of him.

    “Now, what do you say?”
    “Thank you. Thank you.”
    “That’s my good boy.”

  • My Piggy

    ~ erotica ~


    When my piggy opened the door, it was wearing just what I always wanted, merely it in white cotton underware and nothing else.

    “Hello piggy.”
    “Good evening Mistress.”

    My piggy stepped back, head down, waiting for me to enter it’s home. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

    The room was as I liked it: a futon mattress at the center, my preferred chair (high backed and well cushioned) pulled next to the mattress, and an end table with my preferred drink (a glass of champagne) freshly poured and waiting for me as well as my favorite toys placed on the floor beneath the table.

    Today I was in a somewhat femme mood. High heeled stilletto boots under my pressed pinstripe dress pants. My white collared button down sleeveless dress shirt. My hair slicked back, wavy, like I’d just stepped out of the shower.

    I walked over to my chair and sat. My piggy, like a good little slut, stayed put until I called it over.

    “Come here piggy. Kneal down at my feet.”

    It scurried over quickly and laid its body below me.

    “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. Did you miss your Mistress.” My piggy nodded rapidly.

    “You’re Mistress missed you too.” I took a sip from my champagne and smiled. My piggy had found my utter favorite, sweet notes popping in my mouth.

    “I know something my piggy missed more than it’s Mistress.” My piggy looked up in dismay. I only looked down on it with care. My eyes then trailed to the button and zipper on my pants. My piggy’s eyes followed, becoming large and wild.

    “Go ahead. Pull it out.”

    Gingerly, my piggy reached it’s hands up, undid my pants, and pulled out my cock. It licked it’s lips, giving away it’s hunger. My piggy stroked my shaft softly at first, then looked up at me again.

    I gave an approving nod.

    My piggy’s lips softly enclosed around the head of my cock, kissing it at first, before enclosing its mouth around it. Long languid movements up and down, piggy enjoying having my cock in its mouth again.

    When piggy got my cock to hit the back of its throat, I put my hand behind my piggy’s head and held it.

    “Look at me.” My piggy’s eyes shot up towards mine.

    “I missed you piggy. Just like this. But do you know what I missed most of all?” My piggy slightly shook its head no.

    “I missed my cock in that tight ass of yours. Do you want my cock in your ass piggy?” My piggy slightly nodded its head yes, now starting to squirm, struggling for air.

    “How much do you want my cock in your ass, piggy? Can you beg for it, piggy? Beg for my cock in your ass with your eyes.”

    My piggy could no longer sit still, begging not just for my cock in its ass but for air again. Tears were on the edge of forming. My desparate piggy, in more ways than one.

    “As you wish piggy.”

    I let my hand off the back of its head. It gasped for air as I shoved it onto the futon mattress.

    Reaching under the end table, I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and locked them onto my piggy’s wrists.

    Pulling my knife from my pocket, I cut a small slit into my piggy’s underware. With one good yank, I ripped a large hole into my piggy’s underware, revealing my piggy’s pretty ass.

    Sitting back in my chair, I pulled my piggy back to standing but had it bent over, its ass near my eye level. I spread my piggy’s cheeks and easily found its wanting asshole. Spreading my tongue wide, I licked my piggy’s ass. My piggy moaned. Though I’d never tell my piggy this, I missed eating it ass almost as much as my piggy missed my cock.

    “Sit.”

    My piggy bent its knees as I guided its ass onto my cock. There was initial resistance, but I slowly eased my cock head into piggy’s wanting ass. The first bump of my cock into its ass illicited a gasp.

    “Missed that, didn’t you piggy?” My piggy nodded slowly. I pushed it down harder, forcing more of myself into it. Moans fell from my piggy’s lips. Soon my piggy’s ass was sitting in my lap.

    “Such a good piggy, taking all your Mistress’ cock.”

    One hand on my piggy’s hip and the other on its shoulder, I told it simply, “Fuck my cock, piggy.”

    My piggy bounced up and down, stroking my shaft with its ass, fucking slowly to begin but soon picking up speed, slamming its ass into my lap.

    “Good piggy. Such a good little fucking cock pig. Always wanting more and more cock every time I see you. Fuck my cock piggy. Fuck it hard like I know you want to, like I know you dream of when I’m gone.”