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Chuckling to himself,
He looked around their apartment. His mind was working in devious ways as his gaze traveled lazily across the room, taking in and appreciating its contents one by one.
Deep emerald greens of the forest and fiery ruby reds of a mountain sunset were woven into blankets, pillows and rugs carefully placed among cherished furnishings. He looked left. Over to his most prized possession. His favorite piece of art attached securely to the wall in a spread-eagle X.
She was blindfolded. Glistening beads of desire sparkled between her legs and the dancing light of the fire shimmered across her naked body.
He rose from the overstuffed leather chair and strode across the room to his life partner.
“Are you alright, pet?” The inquiry was as gentle as his fingers running along her throat.
“Yes, Sir,” she declared, drawing her bottom lip between pearly teeth. Her chest heaved, silently calling for a touch.
The Dominant Man obliged His submissive woman’s mute request with a quick tweak of both her nipples. Listening to her contented sighs, he unlocked the shackles surrounding her wrists and ankles.
“We are going to try out the new coffee table today, pet. I have something special in mind for you.” He guided her, still blindfolded across the room to the sturdy wooden piece positioned between the sofa and the fireplace.
Walking without sight was nothing new to her, she was used to having her eyes cloaked. It was merely one of the oddities of their relationship that had become routine in the decade they shared together. It heightened every single sensation she felt, and she loved it.
But, the recently acquired piece of furniture placed innocently in the room, was indeed something new. It contained innocuous drawers stealthily hiding not so virtuous toys.
He settled her ass dead center on the table and as he removed her eye covering, she came nose to tip with the head of his cock.
With a dramatic flourish, he tossed the blindfold over his shoulder. “Today’s lesson will be …”
The exaggerated pause was delivered as perfectly as a practiced game show host.
“… learning how to swallow!”
She rolled her eyes as if this was nothing new. “Sir… do You really …”
“Now, pet… if you insist on talking, I shall have to gag you. But, I know you enjoy that too. So… what to do… what to do…” He tapped his lips in mock contemplation.
He loved to tease her. Knew it wound her up. She was so easy to provoke and he enjoyed the game tremendously.
Bending down, he pulled one of the coffee table drawers open and drew out a ring gag and a leather hood. Her eyes widened with surprise and curiosity.
“Open up.” Placing the ring in her mouth, he secured the straps at the back of her head. Her teeth were now locked open by the circle of steel and saliva flowed almost immediately down her chin. “Very nice, slut. You know how I love it when you drool for me. So sexy.”
Next came the hood and she was once again shrouded in darkness. Her senses were on fire.
He pulled the lacing at the back of the hood very carefully, almost methodically. It was important to him to have it skin tight on her head. To mold the supple leather to her face. For him, seeing her like this was an incredible turn on.
Her skin was soft as satin as he lay her on the coffee table and ran his hands up her calves and into the V between her thighs. He could hear tiny gurgles in her throat as she gulped down her saliva. And he asked again… “Are you alright, slut? Are you learning how to swallow now?” She nodded her head. “Good girl.”
Goosebumps raised her flesh like dimples on a basketball when he flicked her clit. Another game he loved to play. The back and forth and the volley of power was an innate craving for him. And she played along … so … well.
Pulling open more custom drawers, he extracted black leather cuffs attached to steel chains anchored inside. Spreading her legs wide and placing stiletto clad feet firmly on the floor, he cuffed her ankles. With a slight pull, like on a seatbelt, the chains retracted into the drawers and held her legs tightly in place.
He did the same with her arms. Positioning them down the sides of the table and applying the cuffs. “Are you comfortable, slut?” She nodded again.
“Good. Because, along with learning to swallow properly today, you will also learn endurance. And by the way… you look delicious lying there. Like a feast. Fit for a King.”
Bending over her, he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking until it responded with a firm acknowledgment of peaked flesh. “Such a good girl,” he murmured as he reached for the one not captive in his lips. His cock hardened, solid as granite.
Sitting back on his haunches, he watched the soft rise of her chest as she breathed through the mouth opening of the hood, her tongue pushing at the circle pinioning her jaw. He observed her forced swallows to control the flow of saliva and it pleased him greatly. She was performing this task very well.
But his mental admiration was cut short as his erection pulsed desperately. It demanded some business of its own be taken care of… now.
Crawling over her body, he poised his cock above her ring spread lips. His face hovering a skinny inch from her pussy.
“Quid pro quo, My little slut. My tongue for yours.”
Her neck stretched in vain as she sought what was suspended above her. Throbbing desires fueled her search. His breath on her clit drove her wild and she raised her hips trying to get closer to the source.
When two fingers replaced the humid warmth, she thrashed against her restraints, angry at the abandonment of anticipated pleasure.
A strap tightened across her forehead, locking her to the table. “Now your freedom is gone, pet. Your tongue is the only implement. How will you please me now, slut? How?? You get no tongue of Mine until I feel satisfaction from yours. I don’t care if you end up lying there all day!”
The game is technical. The excitement immense. He enjoys her frustration, teasing her with his cock, allowing her tongue only a tiny taste. And he laughs at her apparent annoyance at having to stop her efforts to consistently swallow her saliva.
The abrupt thrust of his tongue into her slit takes her by surprise. And the simultaneous rough push of his penis into the ring between her teeth nearly chokes her.
The back of her throat closes in an effort to thwart off the onslaught of his flesh. Her gag reflex kicks in and her chest heaves convulsively. She snots and snorts through the only available hole, her nose.
Then suddenly and without warning, the full throw of an orgasm consumes her. Under his tongue and under His control, she releases with fury, cunt clenching as rhythmically as a heartbeat.
Finally past the breathless choking and the fireworks absorbed in her core, her mind sharpens and she presses her tongue to the cock in her mouth. She relaxes her neck and takes his strokes as raw nerve endings open for her Sir. He thrusts hard and pumps his climax down her throat.
This time, the exertion of swallowing is effortless.
Removing himself from her, the Dom pants into her ear. “Well, my little slut … I will let you breathe now. It seems you have learned the lesson for the day … quite well.”
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Banshee
2 ounces 99 Bananas Liqueur
1 ounce Crème de Cacao
1 ounce Half and Half
Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Add the liquid ingredients. Shake until frothy. Strain into a chilled wine glass.
Enjoy!
*** Mmmmmm… creamy chocolate bananas…! ***
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
and much to my surprise
I awoke from my slumber
with a head between my thighs.
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A tongue licked me calmly
in such a heavenly fashion
I couldn’t help myself
and I called out in passion.
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I noticed the beard on your chin
as you jerked your head up
was curly and white
when I interrupted your sup.
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Or perhaps you’d call it dinner
but… either way
you lowered your head
and I was happy you’d stayed.
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Again you lapped slowly
causing me to wiggle
against your soft beard
which elicited a giggle.
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You looked up at me once more
and this time I saw
not only a curly white beard
growing from your jaw,
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but a cherry red nose
and your twinkling eyes
and I swore to myself
they were blue as the skies.
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You pressed your finger
tight against your lips
gesturing for quiet
as your grip tightened on my hips.
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You returned to your business
without any sound,
brought me to climax
and then looked around.
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I watched as you stood
in your jolly red suit
then moved towards a bag
filled to capacity with loot.
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You rummaged and dug
for what seemed an hour
Then turned on your heel
with a look of sheer power.
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The bag left forgotten
in the corner on the floor
aside of the fireplace
across from the door.
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I was still breathing heavy
from my orgasm, you see
when you fingered your belt
and strode back to me.
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The brass buckle clinked
as the belt pulled from your waist.
Then you dragged it across my body
as you closely watched my face.
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The shivers that ran
up my spine made me shake.
The leather was coarse
but felt smooth as a lake,
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at sunset or dawn
which ever you like
but my body was needy
and my feelings had spiked.
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You gestured with fingers
in a turn-over motion
and I did as you asked
I rolled just like the ocean.
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Now exposing my bottom
a most vulnerable pose
Put a gleam in your eye
and a twitch in your nose.
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Your lips pulled back
in a most greedy grin
and you stroked the long hair
that was growing on your chin.
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You played a loving caress
across the belt in your hand
then let it go slack
to await its command.
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The snap on my bottom
was sudden and sharp
the sting grew steadily
ascending like a harp.
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The surprise made me reel
and I let out a cry
that diminished in seconds
to a guttural sigh.
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When the burn smoothed to heat
and my bottom was red
You looked in my eyes
and saw nothing to dread.
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They were glazed over in lust
a desire so demanding
you could feel the pulse of my need
with absolutely no misunderstanding.
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“You like this baby girl?”
Your whisper was low
as you fondled my red buttocks
exquisitely slow.
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“Yes, Santa …
May I please have more?”
“This isn’t too hard on you?
Your ass isn’t sore?”
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“No, Santa …
It feels quite delicious.
And please, Santa …
don’t be surreptitious!”
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“I think that’s enough
for one night, it’s your first.”
Then he turned me around
and in my cunt he immersed
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a finger or two
I couldn’t really tell
as I was screaming in climax
melodious as Christmas bells.
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I was covered in sweat
and completely undone
when he removed his fingers
dripping with cum.
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He sucked them wholeheartedly
and when he was through
he exclaimed, “Mmmmm … vanilla peach …
Merry Spanksmas to you!”
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Christmas in July
Brut or Extra Brut Champagne
Pineapple Juice
Grenadine
Fill a wine goblet 3/4 full with ice. Fill the goblet 3/4 full with champagne. Fill with pineapple juice. Add a splash of grenadine.
Enjoy!
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* A personal tip… Since you are adding ingredients to the champagne, you can easily get away with a less expensive brand. Who wants to waste that good Veuve or Moet by adding stuff? *grin*
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I am SO pleased to welcome back, guest writer … DC ..!
It certainly has been a while since he graced us with his, not so straight, forward erotic writings. Click here … Show Me Love … to read his first guest post.
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“I can’t take you to the club tonight …
… I have been asked to stay away for a few weeks.” I was talking to my friend, Sue during our break. We were both home from college and working retail for the summer.
“What the hell did you do, Tobias?”
“I forgot you can’t dance naked in bars in Pennsylvania.”
Sue just shook her head. “Did you forget you weren’t in DC again?”
“Well … it was hot,” I continued my defense. “Anyway, last week you said you were never going to go out with me again, because you always end up driving home alone. It’s not my fault Jewish cellists with swimmers builds are popular in Allentown.”
Sue rolled her eyes. “Let’s go to that straight club in the shopping center.”
“Rockets? I would rather stay home and watch MachoFucker videos and plow myself with my surrogate boyfriends,” I teased.
“You can do that afterward. Just think how horny you will be after gawking at all the beefy straight boys in flannel shirts.”
“Fine, but you’re driving.”
“But, what if I get lucky?”
“If you get lucky, I am calling your husband. I don’t care if he is in Afghanistan. I’m going to rat you out and then he will come home to me, where he belongs.”
“Be waiting downstairs at 10:00.”
Actually, the place was not too bad. “Who is that?” I asked Sue, pointing to the bartender.
“Not a fucking chance big boy. Gareth is all about the titties. Last week, 2 blonde chicks were tossed out for fighting in the bathroom over him.”
“Are you going to stand here and depress me, or are you going to let me open a bar tab? If I have to be here, I might as well get my drink on.” I ordered my Bombay and a beer for Sue and gave Gareth my credit card to open a tab. He returned with our drinks, smirked and walked away.
“Shit,” Sue complained. “I forgot my cigarettes. Let me run next door, I’ll be right back.”
Gareth came over to where I was standing. “Get lost on your way to the Stonewall?” He looked over to the other bartender, “I’m taking a break, Joe.” Joe waved him off. Gareth stared right into my eyes. “Follow me.”
I followed him past the bathrooms to the emergency exit. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me out the door. Next thing I know, I am slammed up against the dumpster with his tongue down my throat and his hands unbuckling my chinos.
The cool air hits my balls as his hands reach up and pinch my nipples. How does he know there is a direct line from my nipples to my dick? I am harder than I have been in days.
Next thing I know, he is on his knees, sucking my 7.5 inches down in one quick gulp. Shit he’s good. He pulls back a little and starts to nibble my head and every few seconds, he deep-throats me.
I decide to test his gag reflex and thrust. I grab his big ears and force his head all the way down, until his nose is buried in my pubes. I ease his head up and then pull it back down on my dick, while my hips pump into him. He does not gag once.
Now, he takes over. He pushes my hands away and impales his throat with my cock. His head is a blur. I just lean back and enjoy. He moves his hands from my hips, his left hand grabs my balls and his right hand begins to roughly push digits up my ass.
Soon, four fingers are digging away at my chute. His thumb is rubbing my taint and his left hand is yanking my balls. All the while, his throat never stops milking my cock.
“Dude, I’m gonna cum.”
He pulls off my dick for just a second. “That’s the point, dumbass.” Then he goes back to work.
His head is matching my hips thrust for thrust and I can’t hold back any longer. With a loud grunt, I dump the biggest load of my life down his gullet. He takes it all with not a drop missed.
We both stop and Gareth leans back and grins. He stands up, grabs me by the collar and kisses me again. This time, even rougher than the first kiss. I taste my crotch, my dick and my cum. I get even harder.
He looks down and grabs my dick with both hands. “Want more?”
“Um… yeah.”
“Well then, you have to spend the rest of the night on your bar stool, watching me work. You cannot leave it without my permission.”
“No problem. For more head, that will be easy.”
“Ha. More head comes with a price. When you come home with me tonight, it will be about my cock and your ass.”
“Oh.”
“So, you going to watch me work?”
“I hope I don’t get bored.”
With that, he spun me around and shoved his fingers back up my ass and whispered into my ear. “You will forget all other cocks after tonight.” I lean back into him and moan.
We walked back into the bar and Sue just shook her head.
“What? We’ll be drinking free tonight!”
Years later, Sue told me that Gareth had pulled her aside and said, “Don’t worry, I am going to marry him someday.”
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Cute Gay Bartender
1 1/2 ounces Strawberry Vodka
1 1/2 ounces deKuyper® Grape Pucker Schnapps
4 1/2 ounces Lemonade
4 1/2 ounces Sprite® Soda
Add all ingredients to a tall glass with ice. Stir.
Enjoy!
Thanks to DC for finding this recipe on Super Cocktails.
She had me go down to the ocean and climb a bluff.
The one with the iron embedded in it, like a twisted ruined bridge or something. She said I was to climb up and hang over the edge… throw your inhibitions to the wind, let it take your hair and play a little. And then you can be free enough to chase your dreams!
So, I did. I hung on that piece of steel, waves crashing 100 feet below me. I could almost feel the mist on my face. Almost. For just an instant, everything disappeared and I was floating. Flying, more like it. My thoughts spun and a smile pulled my cheeks wide. I bared my teeth and growled. I was free. I was wild. I was…
Shit. The clang of the alarm ran jagged through my sleep, jolting me to a rude awakening. Reaching towards the bastard thing, I slammed my fist into the molded plastic. Of course, my luck being what it is, I pushed several books and my glasses off the nightstand in the process.
For crissakes. Such a fucking lovely way to wake up. Not.
I lay back on my pillow, trying to recapture the dream. I remember standing by a bank of elevators in some hotel and a long-ago friend standing with me. She told me not to use that set of elevators, that these over here were better and could take you higher. I thought those elevators were private, I shared with her. They are, she said with a cheeky laugh, tossing her long brunette hair. It was a tinkling sort of chuckle. The kind you think of when you read the word ‘melodious’.
My cock twitched as I looked at her. She was so unbridled. So carefree. A direct contrast to my stress tight clenched jaw of a three piece suit. I had to have her. But she was not going to be such an easy catch. I could tell. Or so I thought.
The elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open, inviting us inside. She pulled my tie, leading me like a dog. Well, I kinda am one, if you think about it. Heh, aren’t all men?
We ended up against the wall of the lift. Her back pressed into the Anaglypta like a paint roller. I moved in for a kiss so swiftly her hand was trapped in between us, still gripping my tie. My arms framed her like a cage, one on each side of her face, palms flattened against the decorated metal behind her. We shook slightly as the elevator car rose. Was it the sudden ascent or the heat of the moment? Who cares.
Musk hung heavy in the air, filling the chamber with the heady fragrance of our lust. It was driving me wild. I wanted to ravish her right there and then. I didn’t care the doors could open at any moment and strangers could walk into our private party. Let them in. Let them look with their sideways glances. Let them secretly wish it was them, dry humping in the elevator.
She reached up and latched on to my wrist with her free hand, caressing my watch. Playing with the stainless steel as if it were a handcuff. Sorry lady, this is my game now.
I lowered my arms and grabbed her hands, moving them around to the small of her back, my groin pushing into her hips. Such alluring little hips. Come to think of it, her whole body was small, very doll-like. Perfect to play with.
I stared into the eyes of my captive. She wasn’t moving. She was waiting for my next execution. Her sexy look said it all. Do as you please. Turn me on. I’m yours for the taking. Use me as you wish. Ya… I could see all that written in her baby blues.
In one swift movement, I pulled her shirt and bra up and over her tits. My lips hit their target before her throat had the chance to fully release its gasp. Her nipples were already tight as I drew one deeply into my mouth, sucking as if my life depended on it.
Her moans mingled with mine as I reached under the hem of her skirt. Oh, such a naughty girl! No panties. My sinister chuckle vibrated her flesh and it was as if I had uttered some magic words like “open sesame” or “abracadabra” because her thighs parted like the Red Sea.
And she was just as wet. My two fingers slipped so easily inside. No prompting necessary. Like a sylph, she lifted herself en pointe and gyrated airily on my hand. Tiny hips dancing tiny figure eights.
“Take my cock out.”
Slender digits obeyed quickly, unzipping my pants. They closed around my shaft like insulation on a water pipe. Snug enough to protect, yet loose enough to slide.
My cock swelled menacingly under the friction. It’s purple engorged head was being slipped in and out of her fist like a piston. I leaned in to kiss her, trying to take my focus away from the fireworks about to erupt down below.
Well, will you look at that. The kiss worked exactly opposite on my little doll. She came with a force so sudden, I thought her clenching cunt was going to force my fingers right out of her. She luxuriates in her climax, this little one. Nice. Very nice.
My turn. I released her lips and closed my eyes, dropping my head back as she pumped me. My breath came in huffs like a horse. I could picture the flare of my nostrils and even some steam releasing as I raced to the finish line. That’s it doll, like that. Your technique is beautiful.
I came in her hand. And all over her tits. And, ya… on the wall too. I could hear her delicious giggle through the haze of my release. She was saying something. I couldn’t quite catch it all. Something about walking down to the ocean and climbing a bluff…
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Take me Higher
(adapted from @MOB514′ s Drunken Arnold Palmer))
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