Thursday, 27 December 2007


Sometimes, I just wanna be pinned down to the mattress. No hello, no welcome kiss, a turn of the door knob, a shove toward the room, a definite throw on the mattress. Ripping clothes, pulling hair. I wanna be fucked down to the mattress until it hurts. I wanna feel the pounding deep, deep inside me.

He doesn't have to slap my face, but bonus points if he does. There oughta be name calling: I cum so much more when there is name calling.

Sometimes, all I wanna do is being fucked. Raw.

Wednesday, 26 December 2007

Drifting into sleep.

When I started this blog, I was all like "yes, finally. I have so many good things to blog about, now I'll have an appropriate place to do so".

Thing is... I only think of good stuff to blog about when I put my head on my pillows and I'm about to drift away into sleep.

Each time I think to myself that I should get up and write down a line or two of my idea so I can remember and blog about it in the morning. But each time, the sweet whispered pleasure of a good night sleep is taking over, and there I go, for a few hours, into the world of Morpheus, craddled in the comfort of my awesome bed.

So there I am, once again, facing a blank page and trying to blog about something "hot". Cause I wanted this to be mainly a sex blog. I can leave the feelings and the life's uncertainities to my good ol' regular blog, I believe that's what he's for.

Recently a friend-with-benefit of mine was reading through an issue of Cosmopolitan that was laying around near my bed. He was reading to me some results from a recent sex survey they did. Turns out that according to them, women between 18 and 34 have sex 4,5 times a week average, when they have a guy.

An ideal amount of sex for me would be twice a day. But then again, that would probably involve me having not much else to do then to be on a stand-by all day to be ready to be used for sex whenever The Guy's mood strike (hot bdsm scenario right there).

But more realistically, once a day would still be doable. I mean it doesn't have to be an hour long session... sometimes a quickie is insanely hot... or a quick "take me from behind" in the morning shower... or a nice little fuck session right before drifting into sleep...

Male and female

I think this link described very well the main difference between man and woman. We wanna talk about our feelings, they are usuall geared toward more pratical things.

Wednesday, 19 December 2007

A cloud of the past.

Originally written in August of 2006.

I remember one day, as a joke, i BRUSHED my hand on His face, like a very slow motion slap. oh god...I'm lying off course. I did that roughly 11 times over the course of the day. And I remember giving Him the finger as well.

I remember cause He told me that's the finger who would be in my ass when we come home.I was actually very worried the whole subway ride back home with Him cause... i knew He was going to make me suffer for that VERY bratty attitude of mine. I was really out of control that day. He already told me that I was denied of orgasms for the next 5 days, just cause of the slaps.

Well as soon as we came in, He made me kneel to take out His shoes, as usual. When I was done, still kneeling, he leaned over to kiss me, gently, then He cupped my face in His hand and slapped me hard. He told me to get in my room, to undress and to wait for Him bend over in front of my bed.When He came into the room a few minutes after, He grabbed me by the hair, spun me around, made me kneel again and shoved His cock in my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking Him off, He ordered me back into the position I was in.He spanked my ass so hard it turned purple. I think the number of very hard spanks I got matched the number of slaps I gave him that day. He leaned to my ears and said I just re-gained the orgasms he took away from me for the next 5 days, but then He teased my pussy, who was dripping at that point, with His very hard cock. He hissed in my ear that I wasn't allowed to cum.

Then He started fucking me. Real hard.I guess you can't imagine the feeling of being fucked real hard and real good and having to concentrate on NOT cumming. quite disturbing. i was almost crying the whole time cause it was incredibly cruel. toward the end, He exited me, He pushed me on the bed and He laid next to me. He told me to suck Him off.

When He was about to cum, He pulled my head away from His cock by grabbing my hair. I had to watch Him cum on His stomach instead of swallowing Him. that was frankly the biggest punishment of them all.

the Man turned me into his cum-whore, what can I say? :$

Clouds of the past.

I'll start off this new blog by bringing over some of my favorite posts from an old "sex blog" I had. Why start off a new one? Because the tone of that other blog, down to its very name, was dedicated to a D/s relationship I had in the not so distant past. It doesn't feel right to keep using that other blog for my recent sexcapades. Yet, I have so many tasty and juicy posts that I don't want them to disappear completely...