I am a mistress of seduction. Let me show you both the creative and hot fantasy sides of passion. From long hot kisses, to grab me by the hair, push against the wall wild sex. I love to push the limits and take that wild ride of lust. If your looking for a dominant mistress to serve look no further. I am pure naughtiness just waiting to please, tease, and for some of you torment. If your looking for a sweet natured girlfriend or a mind blowing roleplay, or to be a slave, Im all that you need and more. Lets get naughty together!
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Well the rain ruined my little holiday at the beach so I am back home and decided that I am going to spend the remainder of today trying to cum as many times as I can. Holiday Marathon Orgasm Session!
From now until 3am EST in the morning I am running a Memorial Day special.
30 minutes for $40.00 and it includes the pair of dripping wet panties from our hot and nasty fuck session. I promise to get them good and creamy for you babe!
No taboos, I love it hot, nasty, dark, evil, sensual….whatever flavor your cock craves!
He was on top of me, his weight intimately laying on top of the full length of my body. My legs wrapped around his hips. He is whispering in my ear, reminding me that I belong to him, his property, his possession. His cock is very slowly sliding in and out of me. Funny thing is that somehow as slow as he is moving he is still managing to hurt my pussy, thrusting so far up inside of me it feels as if his balls are up in me too. Determined, deep thrusts.
He whispers in my ear that tonight is the night that he shows me just how much power he has over me. He reaches down between us and starts rubbing on my swollen clit as he continues to slowly thrust inside of me. Every time I feel as if I am about to cum he whispers in my ear that I had better not, until he says that I can. He brings me to the point of explosion several times and then dares me to climax without his permission.
My entire body is shivering from weakness. I just know I can’t hold it anymore and I plead to him to let me cum. He tells me no and stops rubbing my clit and starts absolutely pouning my juicy cunt with his hard cock. I am begging him, screaming, pleading. He leans down and says it is time for me to learn my lesson. CUM! He whispers in my ear, with authority. My orgasm overtakes me and at that precise moment he starts pounding my pussy even harder and wraps his hands around my throat. My eyes pop wide open and I stare up at him as he looks down at me with an evil grin. He stops fucking me and his body is still, his cock deep inside of me. He is looking down at me and whispers to me that I better make him cum now, because he won’t stop squeezing my throat until he cums.
I can’t breath. I panic. I struggle. He just laughs at me. He whispers to me again that all I have to do is make him cum and I can breathe again.
I clamp down my pussy muscles on his cock and start bucking up and down grinding against him feverishly. I don’t think I have ever squeezed a cock with my pussy as hard as I squeezed his at that moment. I bucked up against him so hard that it hurt me, badly. Feeling as if his cock was all the way up in my tummy, so deep and hard. I squeezed more. I couldn’t breath. I started feeling weak and lightheaded. I pleaded with him with my eyes. I reached down between us and starting carressing his balls. My head felt empty, that dizzy feeling I get when I am at levels of extreme height. I felt my eyes closing. I remember thinking to myself that I thought my Master loved me too much to just snuff me out.
I woke up with a bruised neck, my Master tenderly kissing my cheek and the feeling of a huge load of cum dripping out of my cunt. As he was kissing my cheek he whispered to me that he loved me and I was a very good slave and made him cum hard.
Tell me how you want me to fuck you…
tell me what I can do to bring you to intense orgasm…
be as explicit as you please, I don’t mind at all, this is your call tonight – take a little time and imagine me right there with you… touch yourself as you think about me…
do it for me now…
put your’ hand around your cock and masturbate for me, right now… thinking about the two of us together…
I’m right there next to you, and I want you… my pussy is so wet, and you know I’ll do anything you please… you know how much I want to make you come… and you know how much I need to cum too…
and when you know what you want… when you have a picture in your mind of what you need from me… when you’re so hard that if you think about it much longer, you’re going to come… right at that point, call me… tell me how hard you are, tell me what you want from me, tell me how you need me to fuck you… and don’t be shy, this call is going to be delightfully hot, so be as dirty as you please, let’s arouse each other…
but don’t go rushing, just keep stroking yourself until you’re intensely turned on…
keep touching yourself for me…
that’s it, don’t stop…
I want it to feel really good…
you know I’m watching you now, you know how much it arouses me to see you like this, to watch you masturbate for me…
I want to know what’ll make you come…
I want you to be so hard that you’ll tell me anything…
just tell me what you want…
I’ll do anything…
I want you to cum for me tonight…
I stand before you devoted to being in your service. The simplest of words, the slightest touch and I melt, wanting nothing more than to give you pleasure. I am commanded by your lust and I know you will not abuse it.
It is a symbiosis. Your pleasure comes from my arousal. If I am happy serving you, then you are pleased. If I am joyous at worshiping your cock, then you are doubly pleased. You spank me to hear my pleasure moans, but never in anger. You use my body to your satisfaction, knowing that I love to be your toy. I know that my best efforts are always rewarded. I am happily at your service.
Anything you want today, I am yours, and with a special price… $30 for 20 minutes.
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY! I’LL MAKE IT A MEMORABLE ONE, I PROMISE!
Picture me, sprawled naked across an enormous bed, a mass of soft, feather pillows raising me up so I may regard my chamber. Massage oil – grapeseed perhaps, rich with extracts of musk and Frankincense and jasmine – flowing from the tapered glass bottle in my trembling hand, a single drop at a time … each semi-viscous droplet running down into the shadows of my cleavage, a fresh trail of glistening dampness left in its wake. I carefully set the bottle down on the bedside table, and then gently cup my breasts in my hands, pressing them together, smearing the oil between them. Finally, I reach out to where you stand beside the bed. You’re utterly naked, and your’ hard cock beckons – begs – for my attention, for my lascivious ministrations. I grasp you with a single hand, drawing you onto the bed with me, over me, drawing your’ thick shaft forward until it lies between my breasts … and then enfold you within my soft, yielding warmth. And without a word, with just the desirous gleam of my eyes, I tell you to thrust, slowly, slowly, so that your’ flesh has time to accept the oil from mine. Anointed, you glide fluently, effortlessly, fucking my cleavage as I hold myself against you, around you, as I brush the pads of my thumbs across the crowns of my bullet-hard nipples, making myself gasp with drawn-out delight. Throughout, I control your’ pace with only my gaze … until you’re trembling above me, until you can’t take the slow pace, the focused deliberation any longer, until the relics of your’ self-control lie shredded and torn about you, and you begin to thrust greedily, oh so greedily, fucking my softness, watching my wanton eyes at the very moment that yours are forced shut, as your shaft pulses and throbs, your seed erupting in thick streams that inundate my cleavage, coating my breasts, splashing across my throat. Lie there, and feel the blood coursing through you, hear your ragged breathing begin to subside. Breathe in the bittersweet tang of your cum all over me.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Sounds like fun doesnt it.
A friend of mine used to sneeze three times in a row right before she climaxed—every time she climaxed. It became a fun little advance warning system for her boyfriend. I thought of her this week when I read that allergy season is the happiest time of year for sneeze fetishists. Now, I make it a rule never to say that something is “normal” or “abnormal” in bed because A) who knows what goes on behind closed doors?, B) people used to say that oral sex was deviant, and C) who wants to be normal in bed anyway?? But I think it’s pretty safe to say that a sneezing fetish is a tad unusual. Not unusual as in weird, just unusual as in, probably most of us won’t date a sneezing fetishist in this lifetime.
On the one hand, this fetish kind of makes sense to me . After all, a full-body cathartic sneeze is one of the closest physical experiences to the orgasm there is . And do you remember how in junior high, everyone used to say that three sneezes equaled an orgasm? (Though Im guessing that the people spreading that particular rumor were doing a lot more sneezing than orgasming at the time.) Also, I suppose there could be something sexy for some people about hearing a stranger’s body doing something fairly dramatic that’s totally beyond their control (in which case: do queefs count, too?). HAHAHA!
Perhaps for sneeze fetishists, an observed sneeze during the morning commute is a preview of that person’s O-face. (And this is a much better explanation than , “Suppose a child were playing with him or herself and at the same time they hear someone in the next room sneeze. The connection is made.” What about the poor kid who happened to be rubbing up against the couch when Sesame Street came on TV?!) But on the other hand, every time we hear a phlegmy sneeze, our inner germaphobe can’t help but wonder, is that person going to wash their hands before holding the subway [or YOUR]pole?