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Fuck Bunny

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Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like in a moment a rolling ball of fire will slide over you and obliterate all sense of peace, all sense of life and destiny.

Lick my flesh, bite my flesh, live unrestrained. Live unrestrained like I live in my mind. Let your hands caress me and pull me close to you and you thrust from behind, strong hands wrapped under my hips, their curve compounded by your strength.

You know that I want you everywhere that you’ll fit, I want you to fuck me from behind, my hand disappearing under my body as my small fingertips caress my clit. So hot and wet, dripping, it feels like my kitten is boiling. My clit is boiling.

I can feel your cock swell deep inside of me as you hold your orgasm inside of yourself, waiting for the opportune moment, letting it build until it pounds like rolling fire in your psyche. When I orgasm from the circles I’m painting on my clit with my fingertip, slide your dripping wet cock into my ass, pushing my comfort level all the way down until I feel I don’t exist but for all of the pleasure and the cascading heat that my soul has fallen to.

If hell is the burning fires of orgasm and obliteration: teach me the seven deadly sins.

Be my Master, if only for moments when you hold my life in your strong hands and they delicately crush my throat. Do you feel the passion with which my soul beats on your hands as they clasp my life force, as you cut off my oxygen? You love to see my eyes close slowly, like weeping daisies as my sense is cut off, as the darkness creeps in. Bring me back from unconsciousness, from seeming death with passionate kisses, your tongue slick inside my small mouth, your lips pressing painfully against mine.

You’ve already come so hard, your come flailing deep inside of me, but your cock is hard against my leg as you hover over me. Like an obedient child I fall at your feet, kissing your upper thighs, your hips just to feel your cock so near my face, to stare at it and understand the meaning of my feminine desire.

My lips test their plump joy against the head of your swollen and ultra-sensitive cock. Feeling you deep inside my mouth, the intricate bumps and veins against my tongue, my lips, the tender inner cheeks.

You surge as you push away the orgasm and when I look up at you with pleading eyes you cant hold on, coming with a force unknown to you, feeling the strong sucking that I’m applying to your spasming cock. When you finally look down at me, my mouth is filled with your come and when I open my mouth to show you, your desire is once again stirred.

I love when you push down on my body, bruising me even. I love to look at them after wards and to cool their aching with ancient salt, warm water and circles of pressure,

The marks of your passion are all to evident to ignore.

With a male strength, you force open my legs, pinning my thighs to the bed as your mouth seeks out my dripping kitten. I can feel the steam-heat of your mouth and tongue on my most sacred and beating heart, as essential and passionate as the one in my chest. My moans are filling my ears and my body stretches out as I feel the first heated rolls of upcoming orgasm fall over my body. Your thick fingers slide suddenly and fully into my dripping kitten, my back arches with the pressure and the need. My lips mouth and echo the words of my submission,

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You know that when I get amorous, my speech becomes defeatist and you don’t listen to me. In my twisted world of sex and leacherous pleasure the positive becomes the negative and it switches up into a dance of pleasure and need, and sometimes pain.

I can feel the fire enveloping me as my orgasm hits me, my throat paining me as I cry out and my spine snaps back to let my body stretch as I come, my kitten squirting your lips.

You know how wet I get when you lick me.

You know how I can actually squirt in your hungry little face.

I can feel the needy little girl in me cry out in happiness and fear when you flip me over so that I’m lying over your lap, your warm palms massaging the curve of my ass, my mind still blurred by my pounding orgasm. The first blow to my ass splits my mind, blows my comfort and once again I feel truly worshiped and truly yours.

I listen to the rhythm of your hand against my flesh, the tender spanks that your large and powerful hand dish out to me. I feel a reddened heat rise on my flesh,

Each spank feels more and more like heaven and hell in a tango of hate and desire.
You know that I love to become yours every chance you’ll take me. Take me like life will soon be over and passion and my body are the only things that revolve in your existence. Love with the fire of a thousand suns and when our flesh mingles and feels like it becomes one, you’ll know the meaning of life.

Sex, passion, love, desire, that final crash of flame; we all hearken to the same eternal tune of debauchery.

I’m All Yours

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I love the feeling of being owned by him. Of being his property. I thrill at the idea that he can use me any time he desires and that my primary purpose is for his sexual gratification. His, and anyone else he might choose to have me service. Or anyone else who calls for it!!

I love that he has the balls to take me naked into rooms full of people, his ownership revealed by the collar around my neck, and my utter and complete subservience to him. I adore the insolence of these rooms full of men staring pointedly at my pussy. My ass. My tits. For as long as they desire. They dont need to look at my face or ask my permission for anything. I love every second of it and find it endlessly arousing.

I am a sexually voracious woman. However, no matter how much I am fucked, or how thoroughly, I always, always want more. I used to fantasize about the scene in Last Exit to Brooklyn where Tralala rips off her blouse in a bar and invites 30 men to fuck her. Or the scene in Suspicious River where Leila is held captive and made to fuck a room full of men. I like being a sexual object whose only purpose is to suck, fuck and be a receptacle for cum. I like the idea that men can do whatever they want to me. I will please them over and over and over again until they are utterly satisfied. I love the idea of them taking turns with me, one at a time. Or more at a time. One with his cock in my pussy, the other in my mouth. Those two will cum, just barely pulling their cocks out of me and then others will take their places. By the time they’ve all finished, the initial set of men will be hard again and ready to fuck me once more. Or twice more.

I love this idea of being taken and used. That I exist only for their pleasure. My own is an afterthought. Or rather, my own pleasure is derived by how effectively and thoroughly I can please them.

These are the things I dream about.

So when men propose owning me and making me their sex slave, it is a dream come true.  Sometimes I wonder if my incessant love of cock and its incessant use on me is some kind of metaphor for a type of penetration I crave – being fully opened emotionally and spiritually. Perhaps it is. Or maybe it’s just that I love to get fucked.

A lot.
So, give me a call and use me any way you want, I’m all YOURS!

What’s It Going To Be Baby

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So, I think I should strip for you.

You keep moaning about me taking my clothes off too quickly.

I want you to sit in a kitchen chair as I straddle your lap, grinding against you, starting in my work clothes — nothing special, a nice tight fitting skirt, with spiked heels, a button down shirt with a black tank underneath, and thigh high stockings. My hair all pulled up on my head…I straddle you, grinding my left hip against you, then my right, as I play with the edges of the shirt, thumbing one button at a time,  your eyes never leaving my chest right at eye level.

One by one, the buttons pop off and the shirt is soon discarded on the floor. I press my chest against yours and start to roll my body against yours, bending down slightly to hiss in your ear, “You want more?” You make a move to grab for my hips and I smack your hand away — hard.

Harder than you expected.

I don’t say anything, but click my tongue. I nestle against your lap and wrap my legs around the chair. I lean back, pressing my back against your legs, and arch as I start to inch the top off my body. I reveal a hot pink yet completely sheer bra. It’s new — you’ve never seen it before. But you know you can see both of my nipples pressing hard against the fabric. You can’t believe that I’m this turned on just by grinding against your lap. Still lying against you, I unsnap the bra from the front and let my breasts hang on. And as if you weren’t there, I start to toy with my nipples, letting my fingertips brush against them, then squeezing them more, reaching over to lick one. I sigh against you and start to squirm. I take a handful of my own skin and squeeze hard, letting a slow groan escape my lips.

My eyes flutter open and I look up at you. I can feel your cock straining against your pants. “Don’t you want to see what I’m wearing beneath my skirt?” I arch again and sit up, my skin brushing against your chest. I start to grind against you more, mimicking what I can’t wait to do with you inside me. I step away from you and start to undo my skirt, leaving the heels on. I step out of it and walk away — the kitchen table is a few feet away and empty. You watch my ass intently, clad in a matching hot pink lace thong, and you are stunned as I hook my thumbs beneath it and let it drop to the floor. I let my hair down and walk away again.

I turn around and lay back on the table and spread my legs. Wide. You can see the wetness starting to form on my lips as I start to play with my clit. You’re mesmerized. Watching my fingers rub over my clit, over and over and over again. My breathing starts to get louder…you have a decision — continue watching me or get off with me?

What’s it going to be baby?

Office Quickie

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I open the door to your office and as I close it I stop to lock it. I walk slowly to you, not talking. I turn your chair to the side so you are in-front of me. I clasp both of my hands around your neck and bend down to kiss you for a good five minutes. After a minute, I let go of one hand so I can massage your leg, slowly moving it up to cup your balls and then to rub your cock that unfortunately is stuck in your pants.

You are in shock and can do nothing other than hold onto the arms of your chair and enjoy. That is exactly what I want. I take my lips and tongue away from your mouth so to kneel and unzip you and to let your manhood breath. I don’t need hands, you are so hard, and your cock meets my mouth with no need for my hands. I kiss the head and then suck it in gently. You are throbbing. I just give the tip attention for a while and then I do take my hand and hold your shaft gently while I take my tongue and lick it up and down. I look into your eyes to show you how much I love exciting you and to let you see how much I love fucking you with my mouth. Still watching you, I take you all into my mouth with a moan. I feel your ass tighten with excitement and anticipation and I begin to add pressure and pace. You are in ecstasy now and can’t control what you need me to do. You take your hands off the arms of the chair and you place them on my head urging me to go faster. I respond to your command and moan with delight because I am happy that you are taking some control over me. I know you need to cum, I know you want me to take you there. You push me down as you thrust your cock into my mouth harder. I deep throat you and you are ready to blow and you do. I love the taste and swallow every last drop. I stand up, kiss you gently and then silently walk to the door. Unlock it and leave, never looking back.

Bound For You

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I am sitting on the couch, wet with anticipation, awaiting your call. Your call that says it’s time to play.  I stare at my bare legs, I am wearing a short skirt.. the only thing you have requested of me thus far.

I am startled by a knock on the door. Curoius, I approach, and see that it is you through the peep hole. I swing the door open in delight. It seems you wanted to add a little element of surprise and instead of calling me, to allow you onto the gated, private property, you opted to park on the street and walk your way in. Seems this would not be the first surprise of the evening.

The door barely has a chance to close and I am already wrapping my arms around you and kissing you deeply. You return my kisses and your hands join my wrists behind your neck. You gently remove my hands and hold onto my wrists and bring them down to my sides and then you move them behind my back. You press me against you and I moan deeply. With one of your large hands, you hold my wrists in place and the other searches your back pocket. I feel the comfort of softness and then click – click, you’ve bound my wrists with the fuzzy handcuffs! You break away from our kiss and look at me, bound for you. I giggle and shy away from your glance.

You reach into your coat pocket and pull out a black satin ribbon. You approach me and place the satin over my eyes and you secure the blindfold in place.

“Tonight you belong to me.” You whisper. I love it when you take charge. I hear you grab my keys and you pick me up. We leave my apartment and you take care in locking my door. You put me down and lead me to your car, being very careful since I can’t see.

Once in the car, the drive seems to take forever. I wet my lips in anticipation. I feel my cunt pulsing. Occasionally you lean over and kiss me, or caress my body. This makes me smile. I want to touch you, but my hands remain restrained behind me.

“Tonight I shall have you… out in the open” You purr in my ear.

After what seems like an eternity, I feel the car pull off the road. You exit and come to my passenger side and open the door. Immediately my nonvisual senses are flooded by the beach. I can smell the salty air, feel the crisp, clean breeze and hear the gentle crash of the waves. You pick me up and carry me away from society.

Finally we stop and you put me down. You remove my blindfold and before me lies many many outcroppings of rocks.

“I can’t carry you the rest of the way, too dangerous. Here, follow me.” You remove my handcuffs.

You take my hand and lead me over the rocks until finally we find your place, your spot. I little hidden alcove along a sea of rocks. In the distance the waves continue crashing. You grab my hand and pull me down. Another surprise. There is already a blanket here.

Immediately, you are on me. You handcuff my hands behind my back once more and push me back onto the blanket.  This is YOUR fantasy. YOUR night. I am YOURS.

You kiss me passionately and your hand goes underneath my skirt. Surprise number 3 is for you, as I have left the panties off. You groan in approval.

You push my halter top off my breasts, exposing my nipples to the salty night air. Immediately your lips clamp down on them and bite and suck. I moan and whimper beneath you.

I feel your body shudder and shake. I hear your belt unbuckle and your pants unzip. You toss your pants aside. You move between my legs and lower yourself. Your hand slips between my thighs and I yelp in fevered anticipation.

“Mmmm you are wet lover. No need to work you up is there?”

I spread my legs for you and you move your hips over mine.

“Tonight I shall have you as I have always dreamed of. I shall take you tonight, under the stars, out in the open, as it should be. Tonight my fantasy shall be fulfilled.”

You took me right there… in our little alcove under the stars. It didn’t take long before your fevered fantasy became a new experience all together and you undid my handcuffs to allow me to wrap my arms around you.

We came together that night… over and over again. In so many different ways. The pleasure of your hard cock inside my wet cunt. The pleasure of your lips fastened to mine. The pleasure of our bodies ontop of each other. The beauty of our voices rising into the starry night. The amazing moment our orgasms crashed over us like the waves on the nearby shore.

You are amazing my lover.

Valentines Candy

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Taste is a vivid sense, the way your mouth takes over your mind as a flavor spreads over your tongue. A sweet flavor moves down inside you and resonates through your body, echoes pleasantly on your nerves. The mouth is sensual; lips and tongue soft, warm, and wet.

Your mouth is sensuous. Those gentle pink lips line the gateway to your breath. Your nimble tongue hints and teases in the warm darkness. I watch you speak and relish the feel of your kiss.

Nothing tastes better than you, that natural flavor, the taste of your essence. No artificial concoction can rival your sweetness, but it can be complimented; it can be intensified.

So let’s play with flavor; let’s dabble in sweet tastes. I want to eat of you completely; I want to put my tongue on every inch of your body and taste everything. I want to blend you with an array of flavors and make a delicious feast.

You are wearing the set that I gave you. Candy invitingly lines your hips and dangles from your balls. It begs me to eat off of you as much as the look in your eyes. You have the appearance of an appetizer, calmly waiting to be devoured while teasing at the main course to come.

I lean down and place my warm mouth against the edge of your skin. A chill rolls up your body from the heat of my nibbles. My teeth shatter the sugary circles, and the flavor flows back into my mouth as I drink in the scent of your flesh. I slowly, tauntingly devour each piece of the hanging candy from your trembling body. Your enjoyment is apparent and only fuels my hunger.

I then immobilize you. I want to prepare and tenderize my meal; I want to warm you up. As the gummy rings contain you, I run the edible whip over your body. You move to the touch. You arch your back and roll your hips to chase my caress. I dangle the ends into your mouth and let you taste your teaser before I lift it to my lips and sample myself. I sink my teeth through your handcuffs, liberating you, and we trace bodies and mouths back and forth until the whip is consumed.

I am far from done tasting you; we have not yet even reached the main course. I could eat of you for days. I paint you; I dust you; I coat you in everything sweet and then lick you clean.

I draw my name across your body in chocolate. I mark you and label my meal. I decorate the canvas of your bare flesh, rendering you as edible art; accentuating your body with chocolate lines and tasty shapes. Then I erase it all with my tongue.

Your body, your breathing responds to my every lick, my every taste. I can feel your heat radiating up into my mouth. I inhale your pleasure as my breath softly tickles your sensitive skin. You feel my warm, smooth tongue leaving wet trails as it explores the length of your flesh. I neglect no inch and tantalize all your nerves.

I feast deeper; I devour closer toward your center; I dine on your most excitable areas. My mouth worships the taste of you as I lick, suck, and nibble you until your body is writhing against me. Your orgasm is the sweetest course yet.

Now it is your turn to taste me.

Room Service

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I knocked on your hotel room door with the glass of champagne you ordered. You opened the door, took the champagne, and said you need a little help straightening your room.

“You’ve been a dirty, dirty boy,” I breathed into his ear. “Look at this filthy room I’m going to have to work all night.”

I moved my full breasts which threatened to escape from my uniform back from his face and put my hands suggestively on my hips. His eyes began at my feet and wandered up and ended at my breasts. His sight traced the edge of my skirt and licked up over my apron to settle on my cleavage. He drank me in from my feet up to my eyes.

I resisted a smile trying to peek out of my mouth and fluttered my feather duster in his face.

“So dirty,” I purred. “Now I’ll have to clean up after you.”

I spun around sensuously and moved around the room, letting my hips sway and rock exaggeratedly with each step. I could feel his eyes chase me as I flicked my duster over the furniture and picked up random articles of clothing strewn about. I could feel his desire thickening the air.

I let a shirt tumble from my hand and crumple on the floor. I cast a devious eye back at him before I hinged at my hips and bent over to retrieve it. I lingered with my fingers wound in the cloth as I heard him stand and step toward me.

His hand lightly traced the back of my thigh and moved up under the ruffle of my skirt. I remained helplessly bent before him as his fingers began to explore. He teased the edge of my panty line slowly. I felt his fingertips shift the fabric, and I moaned as he traced my wetness.

His finger slid up and down my slippery skin. My nerves began to sing as warm sensations rolled down my spine. The blood and the pleasure rushed down to my head as he began to lightly massage my clit. Then his finger plunged inside me, and I was rocking on my feet, back and forth with his small thrusts.

He reached up and peeled my panties down, exposing the curve of my ass. As he pushed the panties to the floor, he flipped my skirt up. I felt the air caress my bare skin and him step behind me.

He pushed into me firm and deep. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me back into him. Our bodies collided in sweet impact. My fingers pressed desperately into the floor to hold me up against our sex.

He reached around and groped at my breasts, tugged on my apron. My hair tumbled from its bun down around my face. My nerves screamed as I felt him deeper and deeper with each wonderful thrust.

The moment dissolved into nothing but our fucking, nothing but the strangers we were feigning to be. It was only him moving so perfectly inside me with great excitement.

I could feel his rhythm quicken as the sensations swelled inside me. I felt my muscles clenching deep below my surface. The orgasm shook my center as I felt him dissolve into the shuttersof his own. He collapsed against me and laid his head on my back.

“You are a dirty boy,” I panted.

Let Me Be Your Bitch

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Naked, I lie on the rug on the floor in my bedroom. I picture you there in the room with me. Larger than life.

I stare at your mouth and hear your voice, your sweet soft filthy tongue on the phone.

You whore. I’m going to eat your pretty cunt.

No man says cunt the way you do. The way your mouth drips with the honey of it makes me melt.

I think about your cock, up-curved and ready to plough into me. My mouth waters, my nipples bunch up hard, my cunt muscles squeeze and squirm expectantly.

Here is your face anointed with my fluids. Here are your eyes blinked shut in bliss, your lips smacking and suctioning. Your tongue, alive and insane. I kneel on the floor doggy-style to take your cock inside of me. My pleading eyes starint up at you. 

Come for me, bitch. Say my name.

You bull me up that hard slow grind to the summit, where I sob your name with every convulsion and claw at my tits and crotch while you wring me inside out.

Am I not a well-conditioned bitch

call me…I’ll be your bitch too!

Just Fuck Me

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Just fuck me.

Hush with your words. No more explaining or pleading or persuading. Close that sexy mouth of yours and put it to better use. I need you to stop talking. Stop teasing and stop sweet talking. Save your sentiment for another time.

Just fuck me.

You don’t need to be romantic with me lover. Not today. I don’t need you to be tender and I don’t need your gentle touch or your puppy dog eyes. Forget the wining and dining. I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to make love to me.

Just fuck me.

Don’t think about tomorrow or the day after. Don’t worry about things that you have no control over. Forget what came before this, and stop anticipating what’s to come. Enjoy this right here, right now. Take advantage of what’s in front of you.

Just fuck me.

Don’t make me wait. Please don’t give me excuses. I just need this one thing and I need it now. It doesn’t need to be special or last very long. You don’t need to impress me or teach me new tricks.

Just fuck me.

I don’t need your kisses or even your caresses. Hold off on undressing and forget the foreplay. I love your fingers but they can wait. My mouth salivates for your cock but there’s someplace I need it more. Don’t worry about me, I’m ready.

Just fuck me.

Please. I’m begging you.

Just fuck me.

New Years Release

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 I am all alone tonight. I need to feel someones touch. Feel his lips against mine. Feel his hot breath on me. I close my eyes. I can almost feel your body pressing against mine. Sigh. I let my hands start to wander. I move them over my body imagining they are your hands. I move them along my curves, feeling my hips, my breasts, my thighs. Circling around on my body I let them drift over my belly and up under my shirt. My hands move dreamily over my skin. The feel of my fingertips is feather light. I can feel my nipples hardening as my fingers move closer to my breasts. I lazily let them drift across the top of my bra. I can feel my hardness. My fingers tuck into the top of the cup and I circle my nipples. God. I instantly feel the desire pulsing in my cunt. I move my hands in deeper and roll my nipples between my fingers. Heat shoots through my pussy. I arch my back and pinch my nipples harder. God, it feels so good. Needing to intensify the feelings, I move my hand back down over my belly and slip it into my panties.
My fingers brush over my pubic hair, teasing it. I drift my fingers down to my clit and linger for a moment, just pressing on it. Giving in, I begin to move my fingers in small circles. I suck in my breath, my fingers on my nipple pinching harder. I can feel your tongue on me, your teeth grazing me. I moan softly as the pleasure starts to rise in me. My fingers are bringing me to that place, that place where the world starts to disappear and all I can feel is desire, want, need. I push my fingers further down my slit invading my wetness. My fingers are slick against my skin. I open my legs wider and push a finger inside me. My hips involuntarily push up to my hand. I stroke my finger in and out slowly, leisurely, enjoying the sensations rippling through me.
But it’s not enough. I remove my hand from my breast and tug at my panties. I need them off. NOW. I push another finger inside me, imagining your that cock is thrusting into me. I move my other hand to my clit, rubbing a harder. I see your body in my mind, moving above me, thrusting into me. I need you. I want you. God. I moan again. I push a third finger inside me, frantically, desperately. My fingers work faster on my clit. I prop my leg up, spreading my legs further. Opening myself up to you further. I’m so close. I can feel my cunt starting to pulse around my fingers. My clit is throbbing. I need to cum. Imagining you, right there, touching me, fucking me. Oh god. I can feel it. I can feel your cock. I can feel your hardness. I can feel the heat searing through me. Oh god. that’s it. My hips push up into the air, my hand buried, deep in my cunt, my fingers on my clit. I groan. My cunt spasms around my fingers, pulsing, clenching. Oh. Oh. Waves of pleasure rush over me. I can feel it in every nerve, every muscle, every essence of my being. I let out a rush of air, gasping for breath, cumming so hard. Groaning loudly, I feel the release.
Relaxing myself back down on the bed, I continue to stroke my clit softly, gently, riding out the rest, enjoying the feelings. I slowly remove my fingers from my cunt and bring them up to my mouth. I lick off my sweetness, knowing how much you love the taste of me. Sigh. Such wonderful feelings. I can’t wait to share them with you.

I want to cum with you tonight. Call me, and let’s bring in the new year together.