Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts

Monday, May 31, 2010

12 steps - 10 [inventory]


Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

salacious sunday [compulsive revisitation]





20 And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.
21 And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
22 But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet.
23 And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate.
24 For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to celebrate.

~Luke 15: 20-25

Sunday, September 21, 2008

salacious sunday - the psalms

11:1 In Yahweh, I take refuge.
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain!”

11:2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows.
They set their arrows on the strings,
that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

~Pslams 11: 1-2

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

yummy

"What do you sprinkle on it when I'm not looking"?

Tiny vibrations like a low voltage current trickle between us in the dark. Her toy drones on, loud one minute, muffled the next.

"Do you know you taste ~gasp~ yummy?"

"mm..hmm"

"I love the taste of your cum"
~gasp~

A sharp intake of breath and the pitch of the toy rises in unison. Pain where her head presses down into my shoulder but I am distracted by her engorged nipple between my thumb and finger.
"I love the way your cock ~gasp~ fills my mouth"

"hmm..mm". Squeeze her full breasts. Roll her nipple. Dig, dig, dig my nails into her soft flesh.
"Ouch!". Body arches. Breasts swell. Thighs spread further apart. The drone lulls me almost to sleep.
Another sharp intake of breath. A pause, pregnant with yearning hangs in the cool night air. Timing is everything. A hard pull on an engorged nipple and she explodes under the covers. Her moans go on forever it seems, bouncing off the walls, ricocheting off the spinning fan blades to rain down on us like a net. Trapped in her orgasm, she bucks violently and I squeeze her breasts harder before. She will find my fingerprints on her creamy white flesh the next morning like paint splashed haphazardly on an empty canvas. She will smile dreamily as she traces the marks.

But now she will roll over to hand me the vibrator, sticky and wet and warm.
"Thank you Master", the words muffled against my neck as her contended sighs wash warm and damp over my skin.
I smile in the darkness, spent, satiated and happy.

Friday, August 22, 2008

what do you sprinkle on it when I'm not looking?


"May I have my toy please?"
How could I say no. Just moments before, I had exploded inside her mouth, sloshing over her tongue, filling her cheeks. She sucked me as I slowly grew softer and smaller, licking every drop, careful not spill any nor let any remnants dribble down the corners of her mouth. While I moaned and groaned, rigid in my climax, my stomach muscles and thighs contracting so hard they almost hurt.
She slipped my flaccid cock out of her mouth finally and it flopped cold and wet onto my belly. She curled up against me and ever so softly made her request.
I reached for the drawer in the bedside table and felt around for the familiar cool metal. It was in exactly the same place as it was before. She knows better than to place it anywhere else. I must be able to find it in the dark if necessary. I hand it to her. "Of course you can". She settles her head down on my shoulder so that my crooked arm reaches her breasts. The soft burr of the vibrator runs through her body and into my side. I pinch one of her nipples and her body arcs. A sharp intake of breath and I start to drowse...