KOTW – Cutting/tearing off clothes (Memento)

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I’d never really given the idea of tearing or cutting clothing off during sex much thought. I’d never had a partner try it and despite reading about it in plenty of erotica it didn’t really catch my eye. Besides, I reasoned, why would I want to ruin a perfectly good pair of cute panties or a good shirt?

And then it happened. The very first time I had sex with a certain partner I got a little wild and while I didn’t tear their clothing completely off, I did rip the shoulder out of the t-shirt that they were wearing. I was in such a head space that I didn’t recall it at the time, but I was told about it later with a laugh. I was also told to just pitch the shirt as it was (obviously) now ruined. Instead I kept the shirt and put it on the next night when I got home from work. I wasn’t sure if that encounter would be our only one and if it was then I was keeping the shirt as a memento of some of the best sex I’ve ever had (maybe even the best.)

It is years later and I still have that shirt, and the partner, if anyone is wondering. I’ve worn it to dye my hair so now it had purple spots on it, it has food stains that never quite came out, it’s old and tattered and I refuse to part with it. I actually almost cried when I got hair dye on to be honest. It is just a little thing, but it means so much to me that I can’t bring myself to part with it. It will forever be a piece of my history that is etched in my brain in flashes and snippets and moments of clarity and that is something that I cherish completely.

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Kink of the Week – Halloween – (Haunted Fun)

Jack and Ann hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other, even while waiting in light for Fright World. It was supposed to be the scariest haunted house for miles and that’s why they picked it. Nothing like some sexy fun in a haunted house to spice up Halloween. They had taken a hayride to get there and then gone through a corn maze and enjoyed each other in the privacy of the maze as well. But it wasn’t quite enough.

Finally it was their turn to head into the haunted house. “Remember the rules folks. No touching, no smoking, no drinking, and no screwing around. Got it?” “Got it,” replied Jack with a smile while Ann nodded in agreement. “Well then, have a scary good time.” And the pair progressed into the attraction. Immediately they both started looking for places away from the tiny bit of light to hide out and the first one they found came in a small alcove after a couple of silly scares had popped out at them. Jack pulled Ann close to him for a kiss and slid his hands under her shirt to grope at her. She purred contentedly in his ear and let her head fall back when he began to kiss and nibble at her neck.

Without warning a mask wearing, chainsaw wielding, maniac comes popping out of the shadows, causing Ann to scream and Jack to quickly remove his hands from under her shirt as they once again began to move through the attraction. Ann took advantage of a particularly dark spot to give Jack a grope as well and the both laughed together before jumping at the murderously creepy clowns silently surrounding them on all but one side. Fleeing the clowns they ran across a rotting zombie next who clearly wanted one thing. Braiiiiinssss.

Another dark hallway and Jack pushed Ann against the wall for another kiss and grope, hoping they wouldn’t be disturbed this time. Ann made it as far as her knees and was looking around them to check for anything that might go bump in the night when a metallic sound came rushing towards them as another saw, this time grinding against the concrete floor with a hideous ghoul attached came right towards them. They laughed and ran again. Slowly they made their way through the haunted house taking time to stop and share kisses here and there only to get chased away by ghosts and goblins and evil talking dolls that sang their threats in eerie voices. By the time it was over, both of them were ready to explode with desire.

As the haunted house came to an end and they looped back out the exit, the barker gave them an evil grin. “I do hope our resident vampire didn’t give you a kiss, my dear,” alluding to the clear bite marks on Ann’s neck. She grinned back at him. “Maybe he did and maybe I liked it.” And the couple headed back to their car and home.

The level of teasing ratcheted up once they got into the car and soon Ann was leaned over in her seat with her mouth wrapped around Jack’s dick. He was trying hard to concentrate on his driving and every time they hit a bump it made her bounce a little, which felt so nice that Jack wished this was a bumpier road indeed. Finally he’d had enough and pulled off onto what he hoped was a deserted side road and pulled Ann out of the car with him, yanked her jeans and panties down, and bent her over the hood of the car.

He held her hips still, fucking her hard and fast as she squirmed beneath him, moaning and pleading for more. Ann gasped and shivered in the cool air and began to wail like a banshee as her orgasm overtook her. She wriggled her hips as best she could against Jack who only fucked his girl faster and harder. As fast as he could. He wanted to feel that pussy tighten around him again. Very soon he was rewarded with just that and Ann bucked her hips back against him, thrashing wildly about as she came a second time and then a third immediately after. He pulled out of her, spun her around and pushed her to her knees and Ann quickly took his dick back into her mouth. She could taste the mixed flavors of them both and that only made her more eager. She wanted to taste his come as well and she sucked and licked and teased him until felt felt ready to explode. With a low hum she slipped her mouth all the way up to tip of his dick and sucked hard. Without fail she knew what set him off and this was one of his favorite feelings. He quickly emptied a hot load into her mouth, which she happily swallowed and then grinned at him. Suddenly they heard a car in the distance headed towards them and they fought to yank their clothes into place and bolted for the relative safety of the car.

KOTW – Hand Spanking – (A First Time)

Leslie grinned at Tim over her shoulder, wiggling her ass daringly as she walked by him. His hand came across with a well placed “smack!” that landed dead center of her rear end and she yelped a little and shook her head as she kept walking. The process repeated every time she walked by him and they both laughed as she cried out every time even though he wasn’t hitting her hard at all.

Later that night as the couple prepared for bed Tim grabbed Leslie close for a hug, stroked down her back, to her her ass, and swatted her again before planting a kiss on her gorgeous lips. She grinned at him when they pulled apart, “I want you to do it for real tonight.” “Are you sure?” She nodded and slipped her nightgown off as she stood there before him. He smiled, kissed hr again and sat down on the side of the bed. He guided her carefully across his lap his hands stroking along her skin.”So why tonight?” “I just think I’m finally ready to try it. Earlier was a lot of fun.” “You know this won’t be like earlier, right?,” came his voice calmly. “Yes.” Her voice had gone soft with anticipation, mixed with a slight tinge of fear.

Tim nodded to himself, hearing that she was still a little afraid. “We’ll go slow and you can stop me at anytime. What’s your safeword?” “Lobster,” and she giggled. He joined in with her laughter, replying, “I’ll show you lobster…” and placed a first gentle swat across her ass. Leslie squirmed, settling against his body and did her best to relax. She wanted to enjoy her first real over the knee spanking. She knew this would not be the love taps she’d received before, no this would be an actual spanking and she expected it to hurt at least a little. She also expected to enjoy it based on what she’d learned from Tim and about herself since they started even discussing the idea of him spanking her. Another gentle, warming hit came down on her skin, followed by several more in quick succession and she shivered a little. “Do you like that?” Leslie nodded, not quite trusting her own voice and the response was a slightly harder spank. “I asked you a question, Leslie.” She swore to herself and opened her mouth to try and speak when another slap crossed her ass. Finally, she found her voice, “Yes, I like that.”

“Good.” Tim stopped for a moment, letting his large hand rest on her ass, just enjoying the view he had of the gorgeous woman naked across his lap. “I’m going to start hitting you significantly harder soon. If it is too much, don’t forget ‘lobster’ and don’t try to just tough it out. I want you to enjoy yourself, not torture yourself because you think I’m enjoying myself. “Got it?” “Got it,” and she smiled, even though he couldn’t see her face. The hardest hit she’d taken at his hands yet came crashing down and she jumped a bit at the sudden impact. He waited a fraction of a second before descending with another hit like the previous one and soon, as he began to pick up his rhythm, Leslie’s pretty ass was turning a lovely shade of pinkish red.

Leslie began to really allow her body to relax into the sensations and began to lift her hips meeting each slap and swat as they grew harder and more insistent against her skin. She could feel her body responding to the spanking and wondered if Tim knew just how turned on she was. She felt simultaneously naughty and delighted at finally getting a spanking. A particularly hard hit called her attention back to her ass and she signed softly, letting the warm pain suffuse her body and further relax her. She was nearly limp across Tim’s lap and just soaking up every single hit he gave her.

By now her ass was turning a brighter red and she imagined that his hand was probably stinging as much as her ass was and it felt so good to her to just give in to the spanking and the catharsis she felt it would bring. Tim’s hand stroked her ass in between these much harder hits and he checked in with her. She reassured him that she was good and he spoke again, “I’m going to give you five last hits and they’re going to be hard. I want you to relax and enjoy them and then we’ll be done. You’ve done very well for me tonight.” Leslie smiled at the praise and nodded her head. She wiggled her ass teasingly just before the last five hits rained down in a quick flurry of blows that left her whimpering. Tim rested his hand across her well reddened ass and smiled as she laid there. He traced lines along her skin and pinched gently at what looked to be the most sensitive parts and he heard her moan softly.

Carefully he sat her up and held her steady. “You liked that didn’t you?” “Yes, quite a lot.” “Shall we do it again some time? “Oh yes.” “Alright, Dearest. Maybe next time I’ll take a paddle to that pretty ass of yours. What do you think about that?” Leslie thought for a moment and then shrugged unsure of what she thought about it. “I enjoyed your hand against my skin, I know that much.” Tim held her close, giving her a gentle kiss. “And I enjoyed it as well. How do you feel?” She smiled at him lazily. “Relaxed. Safe. Well spanked for no reason other than it was something we both wanted. I’m glad you brought it up.”

They kissed again and as they settled in for the night and Leslie snuggled herself against Tim’s shoulder. “Thank you for spanking me.” Her voice was soft and almost tiny sounding muffled into his skin as it was and he patted her ass gently. “My pleasure. My pleasure indeed.”

 

Kink of the Week – Squirting – (On The Nose)

They were new lovers and she was still in awe of the ways he could make her feel, make her come for him. One evening after a particularly stressful day at work, she got home and there he was, waiting for her. She smiled and at her stress started to melt away when she saw him. They went inside and he took charge very quickly.

“Be good for me and go get out of those clothes.” She laughed and assured him that there was nothing she’d rather do right about now. She hated her work uniform. As she stripped he came up behind her and fondled her breasts, tugging at her nipples until she whimpered with desire. Her pants slid down her hips and over her ass, taking her panties with them and she was fully nude. He held her close to him for a moment before bending her forward a bit and giving her a sharp swat on the ass just because he knew she liked it. She felt herself begin to moisten immediately and grinned, wondering just how far they’d go this time. He’d been teasing her for weeks, but hadn’t fucked her with his cock. Yet. Would today be the day, she wondered?

They kissed hard and passionate for long moments at a time, the way new lovers do and he took her breath away. Then he sat her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling there as he kissed and nibbled and caressed his way down her body. Slowly, he parted her thighs, knowing she was sensitive about letting him see her pussy up close and personal. She’d been so shy with him at first, but she was getting better. “Lay back,” he murmured, kissing first one thigh then the other. She did as he asked and knotted her fingers nervously into the bed. “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. You’ll enjoy this I promise.”

And his mouth descended on her. She twitched and then did her best to hold still (he’d forgotten to take his glasses off and she didn’t want to break them) He moved slowly, just licking gently at her pussy, getting to know the taste of her. His hands rested on her thighs, almost, but not quite, holding her down. She knew she could stop him, but she didn’t want to and her fingers began to relax as he toyed with her, using just his tongue. First it was slow, then broad sweeping strokes, followed by quick, short intense licks, directly to her clit and she moaned softly, bucking her hips again. This time she bumped his glasses and he grinned up at her as her removed them then settled back in to acquaint himself with the wonderful cunt before him.

It wasn’t long before she was squirming and pushing her hips insistently against him, wanting all he could give her and more. She felt herself tense up and knew that a massive orgasm was coming. He felt it too and immediately slowed his pace just a bit, not wanting to give this treat up quite yet. She looked down at him, over her stomach and arched an eyebrow at his teasing. His laugh was muffled against her skin and the vibrations it caused were enough to make her head fall back against the bed. He resumed his assault on her pussy and began to caress the tops of her thighs again, enjoying the smoothness under his hands. She sighed at the touch and tried to figure out how to get more, how to get him to finally fuck her. After a moment she lost the thought and simply let herself enjoy the attention her pussy was getting.

Again, she started to tense up and this time instead of slowing down he upped the ante and became almost fierce in his need for her. He wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck hard. And that’s what did it. She thrashed against him as she came, squirting all over his face, drenching him completely with her juices. He pulled away from her just a little and laughed causing another tiny gush of liquid to rush from her body and she moaned in delight. “Told you you’d enjoy yourself, Sweetheart.”

KOTW – Going Commando – (Distraction)

There was something freeing about not wearing any panties. Callie enjoyed having this as her own little secret. Despite being in a Domestic Discipline relationship she never gave thought to what her husband might have to say about the matter regarding the idea; in fact she assumed that he was aware of the fact that she didn’t wear panties on a regular basis. How could he not be, she reasoned, and gave it no more thought.

Evan got home early from work and decided that Callie deserved a treat for having done so good at controlling her tongue when she’d been angry at him the night before. He couldn’t even recall what she had been angry over and he doubted she could either. He set up some candles in the bedroom and gathered some of their favorite toys; when he knew she’d be almost home began to light the candles giving the room a soft glow. He heard her open the front door and called down to her, “Join me upstairs honey. I have a surprise for you.”

Callie wondered what her surprise was going to be and hoped it wasn’t anything too crazy since she’d had a long day at work. She hurried up to him and gasped with delight when she saw their candlelit bedroom. He pulled her into his arms for a soft kiss, “Welcome home dearest.” His hands roamed her body and reached down to squeeze her ass, but was puzzled at the lack of a panty line that he should’ve felt. “Girl, lift your skirt.” Callie figured he just wanted to tease her a bit and obeyed. Evan walked all the way around her and then came back to look at her. “Why, my darling wife, are you not wearing any panties?” Then it dawned on Callie that perhaps this was something she should’ve asked or cared about it a bit more. “I…umm…well, it feels so good to not wear them. I can feel the air sliding across my skin and don’t feel so constricted.” “But to work? Really?”

And he spun her around giving her five sharp slaps to her already bare behind. “How long have you been doing this?” “I don’t know. A long time. I thought you knew I did it. You know I never wear them here at home.” “How would I know that when I leave for work before you do and have expectations that my wife will go appropriately attired? This is not appropriate, except for around the house, just between us.” And he smacked her ass to punctuate his words. “And now, instead of the nice treat I had planned for you, I have to give to a spanking, don’t I? Because you’ve been a naughty girl and naughty girls get spanked. Over the bed.”

She leaned over the bed, her skirt still raised with tears forming in her eyes. The candle light became dim and wavy in her view and she lowered her head, letting tears drip onto the bed. She hated disappointing Evan. She heard him pick up an object and tap it against his palm and realized it was the hairbrush that he liked to use when she’d been bad. She should’ve known, but she’d been hoping for some mercy. He gave her ass several more swats to prepare her for the spanking to come and leaned into her. “Now then, be a good girl and take your punishment for what it is.” He brought his arm down landing a strike with the back of the heavy wooden brush, right across the middle of one cheek, then the other alternating places and sides so her ass would be covered before he was done.

Callie’s tears had turned into full out sobbing and he gave her just a few more hard hits to drive the point home before climbing onto the bed and gathering her to him. “There, that wasn’t any fun, but you know it was good for you. Now then,” he said as he got up and began to extinguish the still burning candles, “You’re going to stay here in this very room and think about what you’ve been doing and how inappropriate it is to go without panties at work. I will be back later.”

Evan made a quick trip to the lingerie store and bout all kinds of satin and silk and lace underthings, ones that he knew would feel good against his wife’s skin and be a bit distracting at the same time. Returning home, he carried the bag upstairs and found her face into the pillows still crying a bit. He rubbed her ass gently. “Alright, my love, time for a new rule. Sit up and pay attention.” Callie did as she was bid and arched an eyebrow upon seeing the shopping bag. Evan began to pull out pair after pair of underwear, showing them to her and explained that she would wear them every day from now on, she would put them on before he left for work, and he would be checking.

A few days later Callie was sitting at work and squirming at the feel of the soft bite of lace against her skin. She was nearly as driven to distraction by her new panties as she had been when she didn’t wear any at all. A buzz from her cellphone got her attention and she picked it up. ‘Be a good girl and go take a picture of yourself in those lacy panties. I want to see them again.’ She did as Evan told her to do and giggled as she sent him the photo from the ladies room. Seems like wearing panties could be fun too.

KOTW -Names/Titles (Naming Him)

Martha and Thomas had slowly began to explore a Dominant and submissive relationship sometime ago and he frequently called her “Little Miss” or just “Missy”, but she didn’t know what to call him. They’d tried Master, but both of them found it to be harsh and grating. Sir didn’t have quite the ring to it they wanted and Daddy was just awkward for Martha to say to her husband. So finally one night she asked him what the protocol needed to be and what his title was going to be. He assured his Missy that he would think about it and that she was to as well and they would figure it out, but right now he was going to cuff her and fuck her.

She quickly found her hands trapped and legs spread just like he wanted. Thomas’ fingers caressed her and dipped into her pussy finding her wet and ready for him; his fingers stroked her over and over as she squirmed, begging to be allowed to come for him. “No Little Miss, you’ll come when I say so and only when I say so. You’re mine and I run this show. Understood?” Martha nodded her head, still writhing on the bed as she struggled not to orgasm before he granted her permission. Without warning he withdrew his fingers and stuffed them into her open mouth. Her eyes widened but she began to suck obediently, tasting herself and relishing it.

He climbed onto the bed, cock in hand and guided himself into her pussy, gently at first, slowly. He fucked her languidly, just barely moving as he looked down at her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips ever so gently and whispered to her again, “You’re mine Little Miss.” She shivered beneath him at the words and arched her hips upward, wanting him to fuck her harder. He laughed softly. “All in good time, my dear. All in good time. His increase of the pace at which he fucked her seemed incrementally slow to her and she was a greedy Little Miss who wanted more of his cock.

Thomas gave her a naughty little smile and suddenly slammed hard into her, causing her to cry out and try even harder to take as much as he would give her and then some. They fucked hard and relentlessly, Missy struggling to hold back the orgasm she had been denied and him enjoying the tight, wet heat of her body. She began to tense up and Thomas froze. “Not yet Missy, not yet. Not until you call me by my proper title.” She moaned softly half in pleasure, half in frustration. They’d played this game before, with her trying all kinds of honorifics hoping one would finally stick and become who he was to her.

“Please Captain, may I come for you?” He made a slight face and shook his head, holding very still inside of her body. “Please may I come for you my Prince?” They both burst into giggles at that one and feeling her clench around his cock made him groan with restrained pleasure. He moved in and out slowly waiting for her next request, to see what would come out of her lovely mouth next. “Dom, can I come for you please?” He tilted his head considering that one and shook his head, still not feeling quite right. She arched her hips against him silently begging for the game to end. “One more try for me Missy, a good one, and I’ll let you come for me.”

She tried very hard to think as she whimpered and bit her lip to keep from simply pleading with her Thomas to fuck her and let her have that orgasm she so desperately wanted. And her mind flashed back to what he said earlier, “You’re mine and I run this show.” She giggled and looked at him,. Her tone was slightly impish although still laced heavily with her desire. “Can I please come for you now, Boss? I promise I’ll be a good girl for you.” Boss. He rolled the word around his in his mind, hearing it in his head. “Say it again. Louder.” “Can I please come for you now, Boss?” He resumed fucking her hard now and grinned down at her. “You’re quite right Little Miss. I am the Boss and you will address me as such from now one. Got it?” She moaned out loud at the feeling of fullness before she answered him proudly, “Yes Boss.” “Now come for me Missy. Come hard!”

Kink of the Week – July 16-31st – Getting Wet in the Rain (Sexual Storm)

There is something almost child like about playing in the rain to me, but it is also a primal thing as well to be under the grey skies, dancing with nature. Being outside in and of itself is merely a tease, the water beating against your skin, soaking your hair. But the real fun comes after. When you’ve gone inside and dried off.

You’re chilled so you slip under a blanket, perhaps with a partner, perhaps not, and that’s when it begins. You recall that primordial feeling of oneness and seek it again and again. Perhaps it is a cool hand wrapped around your cock, stroking, or your fingers against you clit or buried in your wet pussy. You can hear the storm raging outside and it only turns you on further. Perhaps your partner is there and you share a mind blowing kiss that blows the same storm out of proportion, sending it to the back of your mind as the focus shifts to the present. They lift your wet hair from your eyes and you see the storm in theirs, quite different from the one outside. Maybe that becomes the only storm you can see now and you focus on your pleasure, and theirs for long moments at a time, drawing it in to yourself and drawing it out to last.

Either way, the tempest of your own orgasm will eventually rush over you, maybe gentle as a spring rain or hard as a summer storm. You’ll ride it out, to the sounds of rainfall and maybe thunder (or is that only your pulse pounding in your ears?) will sound in the distance. As you settle again, calm like the eye of a storm you smile your lust satiated for the moment. And you consider going back out to play in the rain.