Dear Diary – Take Me Down

Dear Diary,
Jay and I havent had as much time to play lately, and I find Im sorely missing it. So the other day I decided to take matters in hand myself.

I sat and waited patiently, excitement and anxiety bubbling up from my core.. Suddenly, I didn’t want to wait anymore. Im naked and impatient. He sits in front of the computer, contemplating something, anything but me.  I reached out to stroke his muscled chest and kiss his neck, and my hands are suddenly, and forcibly, halted in their exploration.

“I said wait,” Jay says to me patiently.

But Im impatient this time.  So I ignore him, and when he frees my hands again to resume whatever intellectual pursuits he is engaged in, I immediately reach for his cock, hoping to inspire him. He immediately slides the chair back from the desk, giving me a brief surge of joy at my success.  Faster than I thought possible, Im face down on the bed, with my hands pinned behind my back.  The feel and weight of his body holding me still was more, and less, than my body and spirit were craving at that moment, when suddenly I realize ‘I dont have to take this’.  I buck my body, twisting, wiggling, struggling for freedom.  The mood became serious and intense in a flash, and as his muscular arms strain to hold me still, I feel the caress of the hemp rope on my back and arms. As I wriggle and twist my upper body in a half-hearted attempt to free myself, my long, tan, nicely muscled legs try to wrap around him. My greatest fear at this point is not that I’ll be restrained, but that I wont get the orgasm that Im desperately needing. The rope cinched tight, my hands immobilized, he helps me up from the bed, pulls me gently, but firmly, to the end of the bed nearest the desk, where Im forced to my knees and secured to the bedpost near the floor so I cant stand.

“Now….I said wait,” Jay says patiently.

He resumes his position at the desk, where he pulls up some of our favorite porn for my torturous entertainment. Feeling my pussy throb, hot and moist, I watch as my tormentor pushes the desk chair back again, stands briefly to remove his clothing and reveal his sexy body that so enthralls me. Sitting back down, he pushes my knees wide, exposing my clit nicely for his viewing pleasure. Slowly, lazily, casually he strokes my cock.  I feel breathless and light-headed with raw, primal need.

My arms strain, every muscle in my body taut, and leaned forward to the farthest reaches of my tether, trying to reach his now-hard cock that is jutting up at the perfect angle to penetrate me in any way he sees fit.  Keeping himself just outside reach of my mouth, he laughs the low, deep, sexy laugh that touches something low in my body. Standing, he fists his hand in my long red hair, and thrusts his beautiful cock in my mouth with little regard for breathing or gag reflex. Over and over his head and shaft crawl down my throat to the fine line between pleasure and pain. Unable to swallow, saliva rolls down my chin, emulating the wetness bursting from my pussy.

He pulls out of my mouth, making me whimper with need and longing for more. Bending over to untie me from the bedpost, a bite his firm ass.

“Your going to pay for that you know.”

Standing me up, and adjusting his ties around my body, he bends me at the waist to expose my rounded ass, resting my head on the bed.  As the first kiss of our suede flogger caresses my ass, I close my eyes to savor the sensation.  My body freezes, afraid that if I fight or resist, he will stop. He has found the key to my complicity. Then an unexpected snap burns a series of red welts along my ass cheek. My spine bows, air hisses through my teeth, and any fight I had in me is suddenly gone.

Over and over, the mean flogger whistles through the air to connect with my ass, hips and thighs. Every muscle in my body is tight and straining, like a bow with an arrow pulled back, ready to fly to its destination. I lose track of how many times my ass has been bitten by the thin strips of leather. My body has never been more ready to explode, the line between pleasure and pain temporarily erased.

His gentle but manly hands are suddenly smoothing over the skin that is hypersensitive now with every nerve ending on fire. I’m beyond words now. I whimper and border on the edge of tears. Then without warning, the head of his hard cock is sliding around the lips of my aching and wet pussy, still teasing me.  His hands grab my hips to steer my ass down hard on his jutting member.  He pounds into my aching body, and in addition to the tap on my cervix at the height of each thrust, his body slams into the so-sensitized skin of my ass.  Within 3 thrusts, my body explodes without warning into a screaming orgasm, the likes of which I have never experienced.

Pausing to savor the contractions of my orgasm around his cock, he leans down over my back. His breath warm on my ear, he whispers ‘don’t you wish for someone to tongue your clit right now?” and then resumes pounding my body.  My vision narrows, and there is no coherent thought, just primal, animalistic, need. The orgasms come every few minutes, until they seem to run together.  As the tears pour down my cheeks, and my cum runs down my leg, he thrusts one last time, deeper than ever before, and he yells wordless, enraptured with his own orgasm.

Slowing his pace, he wraps his long, muscular arms around my shaking body, as we slowly lower to the floor.

I feel nothing but peace, and love, safe and warm,

Who could ask for more from a man? Strong and gentle…forceful and tender…lean and beautiful.

Will update you next week on our intimate adventures.

xo

G

Super Hot Economist

Georgia and I quite often point out various people we find attractive, from the average person on the street to the plastic people on tv. We excite each other speculating about others sexual proclivities, or lack thereof. In fact Georgia cant watch five minutes of Lost without telling me how she would like to be the filler in the Sawyer and Kate sandwich.

The other day Nomi Prins, an economist who has a new book coming out, was speaking on Democracy Now. Smoky good looks, and very intelligent, I had to listen to her three or four times, as I was caught up in daydreaming about her making out with Georgia. I showed her to G to get her opinion.

Georgia gave me a toothy grin. She’s hot ! Is all G could say !  To which G immediately pounced on my rising index, meeting it greedily with her wet mouth.

~Jay

Evening Checklist

Rope ? check

Leather flogger ? check

but plug ? check

lube ? check

Memoirs of Fanny Hill to read while she is suspended ? check

box of fireworks ? check

8.5″ bionic glass dildo ? check

strawberries to give her ? check

spatula ? check

candles ? check

single stem rose ? check

Looks like were ready !

JM

Currently Inspired

Shes naughty, oppositional defiant, a brat. Being mischievous, she started by dumping cold water on me in the shower,  then she walked around naked, slapping my hands away from her, snapping my rear with a towel, hiding my shoes.  With all this stubbornness on her part some discipline might be in order.

JM

Dinner Plans

Georgia just texted me saying that we should plan a BBQ for a few friends, I could tie her, and a couple of the guests of course. Present the bound treats on the table, decorated for finger lickin goodness, ready to satiate our guests appetites.

JM

Currently

On my mind right now…

Me: Sitting in my office chair, cross legged, sipping a dram of whiskey, black slacks, white button down shirt, sleeves rolled back a bit, imperial style shoes buffed to a high shine. Contemplatively tapping a slim cane on the edge of the desk.

Her: on her knees, wearing a black thong, her hands tied behind her back to the edge of the wooden desk, shirt ripped to expose her puffing breasts. Her mouth is covered by the black scarf I had her purchase today. Her eyes anxiously fixed on the cane rising up and down softly on the desk.

The Lady’s Perspective

As described in the previous post by my honey, we had an amazing weekend! All I wanted to do on Sunday was lounge around, replete as a well-fed cat. 😉

I have known I was a bi-sexual for many years now, but was vividly reminded of why. The human body, in all its forms, shapes and sizes, is a thing of  miracle and beauty to me, and the touch of a beautiful woman is truly unparalleled in my opinion. As much as I love a hard cock pounding me mercilessly, there is something about Dolly’s fingers that completely turned me on.  So I will say ‘Thanks’ to her for renewing my love of the female form.

Visually, her body drew my eye all evening. From sitting in the bar trying to keep my gaze on her pretty face, rather than her sexy expanse of cleavage on display for us all.  I felt like one of the guys talking to her chest. I love breasts…nipples to taste and tease. And watching her ass and gorgeous stems in the short slinky dress and stilettos was almost magnetic to my sight. When I finally was able to touch her she was so soft and responsive to my touch. Her beautiful pussy was wet and tasty.  I loved running my tongue along her inner lips to her pebble-like clit. She ground herself down on my face when she came and my face was wet from one side of my chin to the other. 🙂

We shared our bodies, we shared our men…we shared well…and it was amazing.  Next time, I want the boys to hold her arms and let me explore her body leisurely. Figure out what spots make her body hum, and which make her squirm. Letting them make suggestions and give direction would be exquisite. Then we can switch out….I feel confident it will be worth the guys restraint and effort!

xo

G