Easily Aroused

I was checking out the Top 100 Sex Blogs (as decided by Rori at Between My Sheets) and found Easily Aroused – erotic fiction by an over-sexed Englishman…and this fabulous story:

The Gift of Acceptance

A blindfold tied carefully into place, so that it will not loosen or slip.

Led by the hand through the darkness into…

Warm room.

Sultry music.

Hushed voices.

The scents of perfume and sandalwood and cologne.

Her husband’s hands drawing down the zip on her dress, slipping it from her shoulders.

The noise of her dress falling down her body to the floor.

Standing in the unknown room, naked except for the ankle boots and the sheer black stockings, knowing that her body is being studied, scrutinised, anticipated.

The sound of footsteps approaching; coming closer, closer.

The soft, warm touch of a stranger’s strong hands, on her shoulder, her arm, her breasts. And now more hands, more strangers.

Led forward again, pressed gently back against the softness of a leather couch.

The thrilling aroma of aroused cock, somewhere close to her face.

The scent of raw lust seeping from between her trembling thighs.

Her mouth opens, lips parting to welcome one stranger’s smooth cock-head, mouth watering as her tongue finds rigid flesh.

Hands – many hands – stroking her body in endless waves.

Mouths tease her soft breasts and her hard nipples.

A clever tongue seeks her aching clitoris.

The sudden, drawn-out gasp of a woman’s pleasure.

Her gasp.

Her pleasure.

A taut cock-head brought forth to kiss the entrance to her soaking sex.

“Yes,” she sighs, “yes.” Accepting the stranger inside her.

Accepting her desire.

 

When Fantasy Becomes Reality

After all the fantasies in my head, it was finally going to happen today!

3.50 – I receive a text: 10 mins away

4.00 – Next text: Walking up the driveway

So, I’m presenting as commanded: kneeling on the bed, with my legs spread; and my ass in the air, facing towards the door. I hear the front door open and I take a deep breath. (camera click) I hear His shoes come off, His belt undone, His pants dropping. I feel a cold hand on the right cheek of my butt, grabbing it like a child with a Christmas present. He runs both His hands from my flanks, along my body and up to my shoulders. Then I hear Him drop to His knees. I feel the unshaven stubble against the tender skin of my bottom; then I feel the warmth of His tongue invade my asshole. I let out a trembling breath. His entire face is buried between my cheeks.

I feel one finger tentatively circle my anus then push it’s way into the tightness. Mmm…I love that feeling. His finger is replaced with a slightly thicker thumb. (camera click) Then, two fingers. Holy Shit! How many fingers do you have in there? I ask. Two. Should I try another one? He replies. Hell, yes!

The fingers are withdrawn. I feel the emptiness. Then a larger, cold tip is pushing at my still-tight hole. He pushes it in further. I feel tingles run from my ass all the way to my shoulders. ‘Tingles’ doesn’t actually describe those feelings – it was like, when I was a lot younger and I had taken an Ecstasy tablet and, when I ran my nails over my stockings and the feeling that happened then. Those feelings took my breath away. Do you want more? He asks. I want Your cock, please…

Cold lube dribbles into my ass. He spreads my ass cheeks. (camera click) He massages some lube into and around my hole. He slides His cock into my warmth. Oh, my! He fits perfectly. He slaps my butt. I startle, as if I have been shocked with a jolt of electricity. He starts with short thrusts, lengthening as He feels me relax. Then He starts thrusting. He isn’t just in my ass; He is fucking my ass. And I am groaning loudly with enjoyment. Why haven’t I done this sooner?

He removes His cock. I hear something behind me. He starts to enter my hole again. Oh! I really do like that initial entry! (camera click) He delves in deeper. (camera click) He climbs onto the bed so He is standing astride me and drilling my ass. Those primal grunts are coming from me?

Turn over. With your head down this end. He removes the condom. His cock hangs above my face. I open my mouth and His cock falls within it as He leans forward to finger, lick and nuzzle my pussy…for forever! How do I keep sucking His cock and playing with His balls when there are so many fabulous sensations being generated from my nether regions?

He stands again; grabs another condom as He moves to the other side of the bed. He gently pushes His cock inside my pussy. We are finally face to face. I look up at his face, so close to mine. I grin. So hi! How are you?

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Used

It’s 5am and I’m woken by cold fingers ransacking my warm pussy. Another cold hand clamps my chilling screams within my throat. Those cold fingers are heating up and delve, one by one, into my cunt. My fear is turning me on. Without lube, an entire fist slips into my soaking pussy. Inside myself, I can feel fingers expanding. My muffled shrieks develop into grunts as the air is thrust out of my lungs. The fingers play me like a piano and, just like that, I belong to them.

Somehow, that message was communicated to the other hand. It left my mouth, tentatively – just in case it had interpreted the missive incorrectly – and moved slowly, almost like a caress, along my lengthened throat; open and wide over my too-ripe breasts; and stopping at the centre of my torso. That hand manoeuvred me onto my front.

I stayed on my knees, with my ass up in the air, so I could actually handle the sensations being generated from the furnace within me. I heard the owner of those hands spit and felt liquid drip down the crack of my ass and into my asshole. Again, the spit – this time the aim was better and dribbled straight into my hole. Oh! Oh, no! I realized what the owner of those fingers was intending.

My face was rammed into my pillow as a finger spread the wetness around the rim of, and inside, my back passage. Although I knew, and dreaded, what was to follow; right then, I marvelled at the phenomenon being created by that circling finger.

I was becoming overwrought with sensory overload. Yes, it was still dark but there were fireworks going off in my pussy; a shooting star was orbiting my anus; the voices in my head were shouting; and, I could feel my fear, floating above it all, watching the scene and laughing.

The pain tore through the night’s fury. The hand that had been gently circling my asshole was now holding one of my legs straight up in the air, while a rock-hard phallus thrust in and out of my extended chasm; and the other hand continued to drill my cunt.

I could hardly catch my breath, let alone scream. Then I felt something shudder against me.

My leg was dropped. Foreign objects withdrawn from my orifices. I curled up into a ball. A shadow left my room and I heard the front door close.

I, and every part of me, had been used.

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Sinning Wistfully

How hot are the written words of The Wistful Sinner, whose writing seduces, entices, and brings you to a trembling edge:

In a Strong, Quiet Voice

“I know you heard me…I said, turn your sweet ass around and present to me. I will not be saying it a third time.”

And I won’t.

I will always allow you to disobey, that is your choice.

Honestly, sometimes I enjoy when you test me. I love the fire in your eyes when you say “No.”

It’s that balance, that give/take, that sets you apart from the others. It’s what keeps me hungry, interested.

When you submit your body, your saturated flesh, when you do this at my quiet command, I feel the blessing of complete trust.

When you dig in your heels, when you make me prove, make me punish, you treat it as a mutual gift. A moment for us to test our bonds, often with you bound. I cherish your free will, your strong nature. You keep me hard, ready.

But right now, I suggest you turn that sweet ass around and present.

I have something special for you, my pet.

Waiting

You sent me a message.

You told me to get ready: to take off all my clothes; to open the front door; to wait, ready in my lounge room, on my hands and knees with my face to the floor and my ass in the air, towards the front door; and to stuff my cunt with the largest dildo that I owned.

I excitedly groomed myself as directed.

And I waited.

In my eagerness to be ready, I was early. So I waited.

I knew that you intended to come in and leave the door open. I knew that you intended to come in and, if you so wished, to use me then and there. I knew that you intended to come in and, if you so wished, to fuck my asshole.

So I waited.

I was becoming anxious and panicky: not because you weren’t here yet but because I had never had a cock in my ass before. My last boyfriend had put his finger in my ass. I had experimented alone with a small butt plug and a lot of lube. I had experimented alone with a larger butt plug and a lot of lube. I had experimented alone with an even larger butt plug and a lot of lube. But I had never had a cock in my ass before.

So I waited.

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Punished

(Part 2 of Please; but can easily be appreciated alone)

“Don’t you dare cum, Bitch”

His warning is menacing. I can imagine his gaze on fire, from behind my blindfold.  But, his words are my demise.

My insubordination floods the floor.

“You filthy slut!”

His voice is low and ominous. I know my punishment is forthcoming.
I feel his one leg pinning my body down in the puddle that was my pleasure. He places a collar around my neck.

The restriction of the collar around my neck affects me instantly. Not only has the liquid dissolved but the room has melted around the edges, sounds are muffled, time is ticking in slow motion. My temperature is rising and my complete return to arousal is revealed by my compulsive rocking.

He binds my ankles with cuffs that are attached by chains to the neck collar and forces me to my feet. Standing firm, I find my balance with my feet flat, hip width apart. I’m careful not to pull on the chains knowing the connections would pull on the collar and send me reeling. I take some deep breaths, calling on my senses to come back to me.

He grabs my panties from where I had abandoned them, and stuffed them in my mouth. The black frilly material stifling the single syllables grunts – “God”, “please”, “fuck”, a primal response to my primal desire – fighting their way out.

The first slap comes as a shock, fast and light across my ass. He spanks me, building in intensity, one side then the other, to a ferocious torrent on my fast-bruising ass.

Losing myself in the blur of pleasure and pain, I am creating a slick between my legs; my arousal is betraying me again.

She Walked Up the Street

She wore no panties as she walked up the street. She had long black boots and fishnet stockings; but her suspender belt didn’t fit properly and kept slipping down at the back. She had to surreptitiously hoist up her stockings every ten steps or so, despite trying to hold the rear up covertly under her cape.

She wore no bra as she walked up the street. Her substantial bosom bounced at each step. Her dress had buttons all the way down the front. She had pinned together the bottom as it opened up a little too much for public consumption.

She smoked a cigarette as she walked up the street. Men in cars turned to look at her – could they tell that she had no underwear under her dress? Or was it the bounce in her step that attracted them? Or could they tell she was wet with arousal?

She realised that she was definitely not seductress material as she walked up the street.

Which is good because she was walking up the street to meet him…to submit to him.

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Want

I want you to restrain me, attach me to the bed, so I am open to you; and only you.
I want you to take away my sight with a blindfold, to remove my ability to speak with a gag.
I want you to fill all my holes, to the brim, with pleasures that make me burn.
I want you to run your hands over your property, my body.
I want you to heat my ass with your paddle or hand.
I want you to use me until I am spent and dripping in a mixture of both yours and my cum.

I want to be YOUR sweet whore, YOUR dirty slut, YOUR tasty cunt, YOUR obliging fuck-toy, YOUR horny bitch.
Do what you want!

Talk Dirty to Me

You write:
My gorgeous hot cunt, I dreamt of you last night and my hard solid cock was rigid and throbbing with need and desire to be driven into you, forcing you to take it all as I verbally expressed my hunger. My hands around your neck, I spread your legs as you stood before me, telling you to do as you’re told like a good little whore; my fingers sliding up your inner thigh. Yes, bitch, I am going to use you for my pleasure, I said, as my fingers teased your clit. Squirming and twisting, I turn you around, fasten a ball gag in your mouth and, after ripping off your blouse and bra, I bind your hands behind your back. With the uncertainty your anxiety increases, your breathing deepens and we both know you’re wet.
Oh, you fucking little cunt, I need all of you.
Spanking, thrusting, violating, changing positions, my language gets more vulgar and degrading as my desire intensifies. Fisting you – you are forced to cum for me, screaming. Slapping your face gently, I demand you do and say as I desire. ‘Til finally you belong to me, my fucking cum sucking slut, my hot bitch.
Even now I hunger, I am hard.

You write:
Oh, yes, you fucking filthy hot cunt, my hunger ignites with your words. I need to punish you for distracting me and making my cock ache.
You are my bitch and I know you need to be taken, used; you belong to me, you know you can feel it swelling in your soul – the emotion and need driving you towards me as the dark hunger in your soul begs to be expressed. We both know how much you need to spread your legs or bend over for me; we both know the dark submission in you begs to tell me that you are my fuck-toy, my dirty little bitch, my cunt. I know how much you would love to look into my eyes and beg to be used, to cum for me, violently, hard.
For only then will I fuck you, slut, only then will your eyes fall on my throbbing shaft.
The leather collar fastened around your neck, the cat collars on your wrist and ankles ready to be bound in any position I desire, often with your wrists bound to your ankles. Opening and exploring the depth of your sweet, wet cunt as my fingers slowly slide inside then, with a sudden movement, my entire hand. Forming a fist in your womb, I pump back and forth – enjoying your screams and moans. Look, bitch, look at your cunt lips around my wrist, see it and visualise it even when we are apart. You belong to me, slut.
My seed builds, ready to be shot deep in your arse and cunt, over your face and tits, and deep down your throat for a good cum sucking whore.
My whore.

My appetite for your words is never-ending.
I want my head filled with your dirty language while you bend me over, pulling my head back with your grip on my hair, and growling your filth in my ear.
I want your cock to be soaked with my cunt juices, sliding oh-so-easily in and out.
I want your palms smarting from the stinging spanking you give me.
I want to be used by every part of you, until I am begging you to allow me to rest.
Then I want you to ignore me, and continue to take what you want from your dirty whore.
I want you to shut me up by stuffing your cock in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices.
I want! I want! I want…do you want me to beg?
I especially want your cock to throb with thoughts of using and abusing me.
Oh, please let me meet you soon,
Your little slut xx

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Please…

You stand over me as I try again to fist myself – I still can’t do it. And no matter how hard you encourage me, I cannot do it.

Angrily, you flip me over. You wipe the butt plug along my cunt, covering it in pussy juices. Then, without thought to my comfort, you stuff it in my virgin hole.

“Yes, my little one, I WILL be invading that hole with my cock very soon!”

Still standing above me but between my legs, you order your whore to insert her vibrator – the one with the remote control, the one that you control. Slowly you turn up the speed and intensity on both the rotating head and clit tickler until they are at their maximum.

You snarl into my ear, “Don’t you dare cum, you Slut, I have more to do…”

You put down the remote control down beside me: “Don’t even think of touching it, Whore!” I am squirming and groaning with the intensity of the vibrator.

You lean into my top drawer and withdraw my Hitachi Magic Wand. You remove the padded head so just the hard nub is vibrating and turn the speed up to high.

“I’m going to use this on you now. You will enjoy it, you Whore, but if you cum, I will punish you.”

You blindfold me so I cannot see what you are going to do…then I feel the intense vibration on my left nipple. My back arches and I groaned loudly. HOLY FUCK!

“You would like that, wouldn’t you, my filthy fucktoy?” you say, laughing meanly.

You move it down my stomach. I am holding my breath. Then you take it away from my skin completely. I can hear the motor running and your breath but I don’t know what you’re going to do next.

“You want more, don’t you, Whore?” you growl in my ear.

I whine in response.

“Tell me how much you want me to use this on you, to use you completely.”

I beg: “Please, please, I want it. Let me cum”

“No, you still can’t cum but I might give you more of this because you asked so nicely, Bitch!”

You put the head of the toy at the base of the butt plug. I scream out. FUCK! I have never felt that kind of sensation before.

“See, you Slut? You will beg for more when I start using your asshole as MY second cunt,” you spit out.

Suddenly, you move the head of the toy so it sits on the clit tickler. It puts it into overdrive. I am thrashing, writhing, panting like a dog, begging you: “please, please, please, can I cum now?”

Will you let me cum?

Find out in Punished

 

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