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

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

Trantali Prisoners

The drivers whip cracked at the heads of the large oxen beasts laden with a wooden yoke over their shoulders, the beasts kept their pace solemnly. The Trantali driver was shouting  “on mokes on mokes”.

They were pulling a long low wooden trailer with poles in each corner sticking up to eight feet in the air, attached to the top of the poles were long beams that created the skeleton of a box. The design was purely functional as it was a slave wagon full of new slaves fresh from the Sundrin Hills. The slaves were all standing, hands cuffed by metal bracelets, linking each bracelet was ring, and through this ring a chain was attached which hooked the slave hands above her heads to the long beam running the length of the wagon. The slaves were naked and gagged, consistently without purpose it seemed they were whipped by the Trantali guards that flanked the slaves wagon on foot and horse.

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The Capture Of Andrealius

Her name was Andrealius, a daughter of the royal house of Harrsalin. She had the misfortune to be traveling in lands roamed by the rival Trantalia clan. The Trantali were a tribe of marauding, half civilized barbarians known for the vicious temperament as regulators of the slave trade.

Andrealius was crying with guilt about what she had gotten herself into. She hadnt meant to travel so far. She was tired and merely wanted to lay down to rest. Just a short, quick rest.  Her body was aching from the long ride.

The Trantalia caught her napping on the banks of the river Thysone. Andrealius had been traveling for three consecutive days before collapsing into a rush of thickets, only to awake on her left side with hands bound to feet, mouth gagged, staring at the back of a woman’s bushy, tangled head in a position identical to her own.  She saw the black leathers of the hairy, bearded guards, and immediately recognized it as Trantalia. Trantalia viewed women as a commodity to be exploited for profit. The Trantalia were a powerful tribe, rivals to her own people, and relations in the last few years had been tense. The Trantalia had ceased all trade with Raelonius, then delcared them a hostile nation.

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Ring Toss Fantasy

Been fantasizing to G about this particular product.

A fantasy of mine is to host a party, placing G hands and knees on the round oak coffee table. Plug inserted, hands, ankles cuffed, and attached to the table. A blindfold on, completely being aroused from teased, spanked, and tickled. I would begin the game by having her enjoy my cock. Then select the tossing order, girl, boy, girl, boy. Each person who tosses three in a row gets to enjoy a good licking. The grand prize would be getting to make Georgia orgasm.

A recurring theme this week, shall it come to pass ?

~JM

Jumping Into Fantasy Land

Often times when we are intertwining our bodies and feeling our skins pressed together we tell each other things that we fantasize about. Often they are never the same, our fantasies seem to vary at times. Going from thinking about another girl or couple joining us, various states of bondage,to having sex in front of a large group of people.

Neither of us are really threatened by the things we hear each other say, and seem to agree that what is said in bed is not necessarily what wants in real life. Just the logistics of having a three way are not minor blips that make for great fucking. There are bodies, smells, attitudes, images that all get in the way of that magic fantasy.

But fantasy can become reality. Two people committed to each other can make it happen, it takes a lot of work, trust, and time. Though some couples I am sure are easier than others. Myself and Georgia, it has taken a couple of years to even get to the point of being comfortable of inviting someone else to share our sex life. Aside from the predictable fantasy of two girls on one guy, its taken us some time to get into the kinkier side of ourself. I for one would never have thought in my lifetime I would really like tying someone up and then having sex.

Having the trust in someone is capital to great sex life in general. However opening up and taking a risk on that trust will bring both partners new adventures and excitement into their sex life. After understanding what gives you and your partner pleasure, you can then talk about such activity, and the next thing you know you might find yourself having sex in public, or just taking that first trip to the sex store.

JH