Wicked Wednesday 314 – Suede on Skin


Natalie lazed in bed, letting the bright sunlight stream through the room. She could hear Victor getting ready for work downstairs and knew that she should get up, but it was extra difficult this morning. She simply didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed behind. Victor pounded up the stairs and met her relaxing in bed and smiled at her. “It’s a shame I have an early meeting. A kiss will have to do.” And he bent down to her as she lifted herself to meet him, sharing a rough kiss that left them both wanting more. But they hadn’t the time. “Tonight,” he breathed against her lips and in a moment he was back down the stairs and out the door.

With a sigh, the pretty blonde rolled out of bed, leaving the covers a scattered mess to be put back together later. Maybe. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower before taking a look at herself in the mirror. Not bad for middle age she thought to herself. She spun and when she did caught a glimpse of something dark on her rear end. She craned her neck around for a closer look and rubbed at her skin. Her fingertips came away black as well and she frowned slightly. Then she smiled when the memory hit her.

Nude and bent over the bed Victor had taken a soft flogger to her skin. His hits hadn’t left marks, except for the black dye apparently, and she tilted her head, thinking about the moment that the suede had first contacted with her skin. It had been like a tiny electric shock and it made her jump. They both laughed, but Victor had stroked the falls down her back ever so gently and spoke in a firm tone she’d never head from him before. “Be still.” Normally, Natalie wasn’t one for orders and tended to do as she pleased, but she’d promised to try this game and see how she liked it. So far it was interesting. A flurry of hits as quick as Victor could manage. The precise descent of each hit told her he had practiced learning to use it and the care he had taken to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally injure her made her smile.

She turned fully around and stared at the marks on her ass. It had been red last night she knew, but the dye had gone unnoticed and there wasn’t a bruise to be seen. Had it been fun though? Would she left him do it again, maybe harder next time? Natalie really didn’t know. She just hoped the dye hadn’t stained the sheets as she slept and made a mental note to check later. But first a shower. She stepping under the warm water and tipped her head back letting it slide across her skin, around her curves, into her hair, and sighed with pleasure. She recalled having made that same noise the night before. Was it while Victor was hitting her? She couldn’t fully remember all the details; it had been a lot to take in all at once. But she knew something had made her happy so she thought harder determined to flesh out the memory to its fullest. And she suddenly thought yes, it was when he hit her, right across the fullest part of her ass, the falls of the flogger connecting, then sliding away. She wanted to feel that sensation again.

As she showered she replayed the flogging from last night, over and over in her head. She even knew how many hits there had been. Thirty. Not too hard, not too soft, just thirty even hits, to let her test out the idea of being flogged. She closed her eyes remembering the fucking that had come after. Victor had been aggressive and tender at once and she loved it. Her will submitted to his. His cock had driven into her cunt filling it right up and she moaned softly to herself. Leaning against the shower wall, letting the water pound her skin she masturbated slowly, her fingers tracing her clit with one hand as the other played with her nipples. She kept picturing last night, the way he’d instructed her to bend over the bed and present herself to him. At first it had been somewhat embarrassing, being on display like that, even if Victor was the only one who could see her. Then he pressed her back further into the bed, causing her to arch and lift her ass higher. “Better,” he’d growled, and teased her ass with the tips of the flogger. How soft it had felt then. He warned her that he was going to hit her and the single stroke fell across her ass the flogger whistling through the air just before impact. Over and over he’d hit her, never once pausing, trusting that if it was too much for her she would end their game. He’d been proud of her when she didn’t.

By now, Natalie was fingering her wet cunt, wishing Victor was there to fuck her, to suck and bite at her nipples, to hit her again. She moaned, her noises drowned out by the water and grabbed the removable head from the wall. Angling it just so, she let the water pound against her clit, fucking herself with her fingers. With a strangled cry her orgasm took her body over and she shook, barely able to keep herself upright. She gave a satisfied sigh and licked her fingers clean before she went about the business of actually showering. She scrubbed at the black dye on her skin and got most of it off, but could see remnants of it in spots here and there. She laughed a soft laugh as the memory of that first hit crossed her mind again and Natalie decided that, yes, she wanted Victor to hit her again. Maybe even with something harder. Maybe even leave marks. And maybe she would even be OK with that firm tone of voice.

But she wanted to try it again, once or a dozen times more just to be sure she liked it. She thought Victor might be quite obliging on that point and she figured a sexy text message or two should get the point across. Natalie smiled again and went about her day, reminded every so often of the few faint dye marks left on her skin and couldn’t wait for Victor to get home.

Wicked Wednesday 236 – Winter (Winter’s Kiss)

David rolled over in bed and looked at the sleeping woman next to him. His Winter. She hated the season she was named after like crazy, even thought she almost resembled it with her icy blonde hair and pale blues eyes. She wasn’t that cold though. Warm and bubbly, she had an exuberance to her that people found enchanting. And she was his.

Her eyes opened and she smiled when she spotted her boyfriend watching her. She blinked slowly and smiled at him. “Hi there,” she whispered. “Hi yourself, Beautiful.” He tucked an errant strand of hair back behind her ear and leaned over to give her a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips and she kissed him this time, her lips soft and warm. They snuggled together under the blankets, away from the chill in the early morning air. Their lips met again gently and Winter slid her arms around David pulling him closer to her. “I want you.” She followed her words with a far less gentle kiss, this time demanding of him what she wanted.

She gradually covered him in kisses, all over his face, nipping at his ears, and down his neck to his chest where she paused to enjoy the warm expanse of his body and the dark curls that she loved to pet. Her lips met his warm skin once more and her kisses moved lower along his body. She licked and nibbled her way towards his groin and smiled when he groaned as she passed by his most sensitive parts. Winter worked her way along David’s body all the way to his ankles and then started her journey back up finding all the spots she missed on the way down. He shivered as she again ignored his growing erection and made her way back up his body finally ending her travels with a long, lingering kiss. “My turn,” he whispered and pulled her close, finding her neck and ears, pausing to kiss her breasts and both pert nipples, hard in the cool air of the bedroom. Winter squirmed at his touch, much as he had at hers and he traced a pattern down her body with his lips, finding the sensitive spot behind her right knee, lavishing it with attention until she moaned for him.

David wound his way back up Winter’s body and ended up leaning over  her, his hard cock teasing at her entrance. He kissed her as she had kissed him, drawing out the anticipation for them both. As he broke the kiss he slid himself inside of her and they both moaned. Winter pushed her hips against his as he slowly thrust in and out, teasing her, teasing himself, and taking them both higher. She urged him on, her movements becoming more forceful. “Yes, David, yes.” Her voice was soft and husky with desire and that only served to make him want her more; the movement of his hips increased against her until they were both moaning in unison. “You feel so good. I can’t last much longer.”

Winter smiled up at David and squeezed her pussy around him. “I don’t want you to. I want to feel you come inside me.” And her hips bucked wildly underneath him as an orgasm took her breathe away. She gasped and pulled David down to her for a kiss that took his breath away as his own movements became more erratic. He moaned against her lips and with a final flurry of thrusts came inside her. The feeling of him pulsing and throbbing made her orgasm again and she let the feeling take her over. She clung to him whimpering and twitching as they kissed again, this one soft and gentle after the storm of their love making. A wonderful beginning to their day.



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Wicked Wednesday 225 – Shadows (Into Darkness)

Luke rolled over in bed reaching blindly for Alexa and pulling closer to him. His lips found hers in a gentle kiss that she returned sleepily, then more energetically as she fully awoke in her lover’s arms. Luke smiled against his girlfriend’s lips, murmuring an, “I love you.” Before she could respond his lips were on hers again, hungrier this time, wanting, needing to taste her. Alexa’s arms pulled Luke closer and she snuggled against him returning the kisses just as hungrily.

Luke’s hands traced the body that he knew so well without seeing and suddenly parted her legs gently and began to caress her inner thighs softly, teasingly still holding her as close as he could, enjoying the middle of the night interlude between them. She shivered at his touch and parted her legs further silently asking for more. “Not yet Dearest,” he whispered, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck to suck first at one pert nipple then the the other all the while trailing his finger along her thighs, never touching her clit, despite her arching hips trying to capture his touch there. Her thigh muscles twitched under his touch and her pussy clenched at nothing wanting more.

Finally with an agonizing slowness Luke slid his fingers across her clit inducing a soft moan from the beautiful woman in his arms. He didn’t need his eyes to know how lovely she looked in this moment and his fingers moved faster, pulling her body close against his. Alexa’s hips bucked reveling in his touch, in the darkness, in the feel of his body against hers. She gasped and shuddered as her body arched backwards, pressing herself into his fingers when she orgasmed. Luke took this opportunity to flip her over so her body fit tightly against his chest and pulled her right leg over his opening her to his touch. His two finger slid into her wet pussy and immediately fluttered against her g-spot, triggering a second orgasm that left her breathless. He did this again and again, wanting to take her higher and higher until she couldn’t come for him anymore, until she was just exhausted and would doze back off in his arms, where she belonged. So he did just that and when it was all over Alexa whispered a soft, “I love you,” and settled back into her lover’s arms safe and secure from whatever shadows lurked in the night.


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Wicked Wednesday – 10/7/15 (Morning Glory)


It’s a new day, the birds start singing right outside your window as the day is breaking. It’s time to get up… how do you feel about that? Are you a morning person? Do you get up immediately or do you pull the covers over your head to get back to sleep and shut out the birds? If you’re not a morning person, what makes your mornings better? Coffee? Sex? Silence? A shower? Masturbation? Continue reading “Wicked Wednesday – 10/7/15 (Morning Glory)”