Teasing Me...

Apologies for the lack of input over the last week or so, things have been busy, but at least I have been occupied.

Only yesterday, I was stood in a church service, allowing my mind to wonder over the many delights of the last few days.

He was stood next to me. He told me I looked pretty in my silk strapless dress. Very demure for a church occasion. But that didn't stop him whispering to me all of the delicious things that He was going to do to me when he got home, as He slid his fingertips up the back of my thighs, over my stocking tops , just gently brushing my wetness through my lacy panties. I was thankful that we were in the last pew. I was ashamed, but so turned on. I bit my lip to stop a little moan escaping.

On the drive home He continued to brush over my thighs, rubbing me very softly, very gently through the lace. I don't think I have ever concentrated on driving so much. Damn Him for making me so wet, so incapacitated, so wanton.

The journey seemed to last for ever. By the time we got home, I wasn't sure I could even get into the house, my legs wouldn't work, I was so wet.

He had my dress unzipped before we even got in the door.

I stepped out of the silk sheath and turned to Him. Strapless bra, matching lace panties and stockings, I knew that they would turn Him on. I wasn't disappointed.

He slowly walked around my. Staring. Running His eyes over my body, my legs and ass, my tits and pussy. I fought the urge to cover myself. He slipped my soaking panties down my thighs. I went to undo my bra, but He stopped me.

Hefting my breasts out of the cups, He teased my nipples, rolling rubbing and twisting them. Hard.

A burst of wetness ran down my thighs, soaking my stocking tops.

His hands ran down, over my stomach and found my cunt, open and ready. My legs started to buckle underneath me.

He pushed me towards the sofa and roughly bent me over the arm, pushing my legs apart.

I posed there, open and on display for Him, not daring to turn around.

I could hear him moving behind me, discarding His clothes. Suddenly, 'Whack'...

Spank after spank rained down on my ass, turning it a delightful shade of rose. I was dizzy but the time He stopped, I had lost count of the blows.

My ass tingled and a new warmth spread through me.

His fingers in my pussy, teasing and rubbing. So wet.

My moans and gasps getting louder and louder. I want it. I want Him.

His cock straining as He slams it straight into me, balls deep. The shock of being filled so quickly runs a shiver up my spine. Over and over he slams into me. Pounding my cunt.

I twitch in His arms. A spectacular blend of pleasure and pain.

I know He is loving it too. His cock swells and Hardens even more. It pushes me over the edge.

His hands stay in a vice-like grip on my hips as I spasm and squirm against Him. Screaming His name again and again.

Breathless. Incoherent.

Behind me, His cock throbs and he pumps squirt after squirt of His cum into my already soaking pussy.

He pulls out of me. Our juices mingle as they start to drip down my thighs. I stand up and turn around.

A soft lingering kiss.

Time for bed.

Addiction

What have I became
in this false fantasy?
Thriving on something sweet,
submerging into another world.
Without it I tumble
transforming into nothing.
I'm locked in a stalemate
not capable to stir.
Look closely through my eyes,
as deep as the end of sight.
See! My ailment and do
your very best to repair.
Save me from this ogre
I have become, before
I sit in a dark painful void...

lost inside my addiction

Addiction by Claire Nixon

Lingerie

Lingerie shopping is a treat I save for myself when I need a little lift. Gives me a sly smile and a spring in my step.

Yesterday, He told me that He was taking me shopping for lingerie, on one condition, it had to be His choice.

With armfuls of possibilities I went from changing room to changing room, but nothing seemed to please Him.

We were in the last shop, A beautiful light and airy boutique with high ceilings and big windows. A gentle perfume filtered around the store, the lingerie all soft and beautiful to the touch.

Immediately I was drawn to a luscious violet silk bra and panties set, the colour so vibrant and vivid. I knew He would be pleased.

With an imperceptible nod, I ask the pretty red-haired store assistant for my size and settled into the changing room. Like the rest of the boutique the room was sumptuous and bright, mirrors on all walls, with a small table and velvet-covered Louis XIV chair in the corner. He settled on the small sofa outside and I closed the door.

Quickly stripping off my top and skirt, down to my underwear, I carefully slide the bra and panties off of their hangers. I removed my own bra and fastened on the violet silk. Beautiful.

I shrugged off my panties and slid on the silk ones. Again beautiful, low-cut across the hips, but high enough at the back to show off just the right amount of ass. I smiled to myself and prayed that He would approve.

Quietly I opened the door to show Him. His face unfathomable. He stood up and, without looking back, walked into the dressing room and shut the door behind Him.

'Let's have a proper look at you, shall we?' He whispered into my ears.

I blushed, my breasts heaved as my breathing grew quicker. Instantly I felt myself get moist.

Walking around me, ever so slowly, He looked me up and down. The wait was agonising. I felt my body start to tremble. He stopped. Inches from my face, He reached up and I felt this fingers lift my chin so that He was looking straight at me. I watch us in the mirror as He dipped His head to my neck and placed a row of feathery light kisses along my collarbone.

'Mmm' He whispered, and slowly sank to his knees.

I could feel his breath on my skin He slipped my panties to one side, exposing my clit and pussy. Again more feathery kisses on my thighs, I felt my knees start to tremble.

And then He was there, His lips and tongue and teeth flicking over my cunt and clit. I bit my lips to stop myself from crying out. His tongue, darting in and out of my slit felt like heaven, I was so wet and so hot I could barely stand. His lips sucking on my clit. Hard. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, I'm almost there. Suddenly He's stood behind me, running his finger tips over my body, He walks me over to the Velvet covered chair.

'Bend over' He instructs. I don't question Him.

Kissing the base of my spine, He slides my panties down. We are in so much trouble. They are soaked.

Once again he kneels behind me, and kisses my ass cheeks. His fingers slides up my inner thigh. I hear Him chuckle as he feels just how wet I am, He dips two fingers in, just once and just gently slides the wetness over the pucker of my ass.

'I want you to slide your fingers into that Hot cunt while I eat your ass. I want you to make yourself come' He commands.

Tentatively I reach down, my lights light and soft against my clit, circles. He pushes my ass cheeks apart and dives in, His tongue flicking my ass as it did my cunt. Making my dizzy once more.

Another gush of juices flood my pussy, I instantly reach down and slide two fingers straight into the hilt. It feels so good. My cunt started to quiver. I pump my fingers in and out getting faster and faster, deeper and deeper, stroking my g-spot. My face, in the mirror, twisted in exquisite delight.

At the same time His tongue gets faster matching my speed. He slips his finger into my as, first one, then two. I moan.

My legs almost buckle, my clit swells and throbs. I'm there.

I come around my fingers and grind back against his tongue. Pulse after pulse I ride, juice running down my legs.

Out-of breath, my legs shaking, He stands up to kiss me. I taste my cunt and my ass. He unhooks the violet bra.

'Get dressed'

He picks up the panties and quietly leave the room.

I throw my clothes on. We'll be in so much trouble now.

Red faced I creep out of the dressing room and into the main boutique. He is stood by the cash desk, chatting flirtaciously with the store assistant. I cross the floor over to Him.

He passes me a bag, inside is the violet silk, beautifully wrapped and paid for. I flush red again. He takes my hand and we walk out of the store. I glance over my shoulder.

The pretty red-haired store assistant winks at me.

Good Morning

This morning, when I woke up, He was lying behind me, His arm wrapped around me, spooning me. His lips, so soft, just gently kissing my neck. He was already hard.

I shifted, giving him free access to run his hands over my skin giving me goosebumps. I sighed, instantly dizzy with the feeling.

After, what felt like hours of sliding His fingertips everywhere, except where I wanted, he began to tease my nipples circling them, watching them get erect and darken, just a little. His fingers rolled and pinched, His kisses getting harder, small bites. Somehow I get the feeling He wants to leave his mark this morning.

Every pinch, every twist has me wanting more, I push my ass back against him, grinding against his hard cock. I'm already so slick, I feel my thighs start to get moist. I arch my spine wanting more and more.

My nipples are so sore, yet I can't stop myself gasping and moaning from the feeling of it. Suddenly, his hand spanks my ass, the pain jolts me.

What have I done wrong?

Again and again his hand smacks against my ass, I feel the blood rush I know my ass is getting redder and redder. Still He holds me in a vice-like grip, not letting me move an inch.

My body is betraying me. Everything is my conscious mind is telling my that I don't like this, shouldn't like this. But I am so wet, my pussy is dripping, my nipples get even stiffen and my breathing gets even faster, I want Him so badly.

He stops the blows, my ass tingles and stings. He runs His fingertips over the redness, so sensitive. He gently kisses my neck, softly, one, two three times. His hand inching down to stroke my glistening clit and pussy. He dips two fingers into my cunt.

'Mmm, Good Girl'

He slides out his fingers and swiftly replaces them with his cock, spooning against me, my back arching, taking him all in. His hands on my hips, my breast, in my hair.

He's slamming into me so hard, his cock, feels so big and thick inside me. We fit together. I want it, all of it.

His hand grabs my sore ass, making me gasp, he traces his finger over my asshole, teasing me with it. He tells me my pussy has slicked it up for me, and slips His finger in. I know it feels tight. And I know he likes it.

I am going to come. With His cock pounding in and out of my pussy, and His finger in my ass, I feel so exquisitely filled. My clit throbs with pleasure, my body bucks and grins against Him, I beg Him to let me come, I know He is close too.

He grants His approval. All conscious thought receeds. I come hard against Him, writhing and screaming, it feels so so good.

His balls twitch, He is going to come with me.

Groaning into my shoulder, His cock pulses his cum into me. He fills my cunt.

Our moaning subsides, breathing heavily we part.

My ass stings.

But the punishment felt so good.

Again please, Sir.

Preparation

As the hot perfumed water swirls around my body, I begin to let my mind wander...

What will He do with me? Will He approve? Will He punish me?

I wash my hair and body, removing the traces of my day in the office, and mentally prepare for the hours ahead.

Dressed in my favourite new red dress, I tiptop downstairs to surprise him.

My freshly waxed pussy is already wet at the thought, my nipples stiffen in anticipation.

I look at Him, suddenly feeling a little shy.

'Come here' He says.

I do as he asks.

He walks around my, slowly looking me up and down, I close my eyes and wait.

He pushes me against the wall, in my heels I stumble a little.

He pulls up my red dress, up over my waist and over my head. He doesn't want to waste time.

His kisses take my breath away, His hands sliding over my body. I was naked underneath my dress, He likes that, He gives out a moan of approval as he bites at my neck and shoulders.

One hand on my nipple, twisting hard. The other, slides down over my clit, I want to moan, but I can't He wants me to be silent. Biting on my lip, He slides two fingers into my hot wet cunt, it makes me want to scream. I am so ready.

He unbuttons his jeans, I reach down and start to play with his balls. He is so hard. But he doesn't want to play. Slamming me back against the wall he thrusts into me, one long thrust, all the way up to the hilt.

Pounding into me, over and over, I bite into his shoulder to stop myself from screaming. He rakes his nails over my skin, more bites at my neck and shoulders.

We are going to come.

I feel Him burst inside me, His cum spurting into my pussy, He lets out a long loud groan, and it sends me over the edge.

Wave after wave, my cunt spasms around his cock, sucking him in, deeper and deeper. I moan loudly as He catches me into his arms.

Then stillness.

My beautiful Evie.

You should wear that dress for dinner.

Longing...

Sometimes my longing for him is so intense.

I think of you, the way your hands feel on my skin,
the way you taste, the scent of your skin.

Today I was without him.

But every time I thought of him my breathing got shallow, and my pulse quickened, my body would tremble, my nipples hard, my pussy slick. Can the others tell?

My fingers, not like his, fumbling, giving little release...

Please fuck me?

Please?

Allow me to introduce myself...

I have been toying with the idea of writing this for a while, not because I'm utterly useless at correspondence, but because I wasn't sure that I could write down how it makes me feel.

Firstly, I'm not looking for or really even that interested in casual sex, that is not what I or this is about. I've never been the girl who meets men easily, nor the kind who has a lot of partners. Don't get me wrong, I actually kind of admire the girls who have that confidence, I've just never been one of them.

In real life, most people think that I am this confident, extrovert woman, but strip away that outer shell and I still feel like a scared little girl, most of the time.

My relationship with him is complicated from the outside. We have known each other for a very long time, he knows everything there is to know about me, even the things I wish he didn't know.

I'm still not sure what it is he sees in me. The way he looks at me is so breath-taking, after all this time I still don't understand it.

For a long time the idea of being as sexually free as I am now scared the crap out of me. But my curiosity, my submissive self wanting desperately to give into that feeling deep down inside. He has given me the chance to do that, to give in, to be everything I know is bad for me. And I want it.

Am I just a plaything? Sometimes I want to be.

Sometimes I want to give myself to him in the most sordid ways imaginable. But often the words won't come. But when he has me thrown over a piece of furniture, sliding 'oh-so-deliciously' into my hot, wet pussy, when he's making me beg to come, when he pulls my hair and calls me his beautiful little slut, I know that I am truly happy....

Is that wrong??