KOTW – Accents, Languages, Voices – (That Sexy Growl)

He tilted my head back, looked at me, then leaned over so I could hear him speak.”Strip for me.” The powerful voice with that slight edge of a growl did funny things to my cunt, but I immediately started removing clothing, not caring if it was sexy or not. He just wanted me naked. The moment my panties hit the floor he had me bent over the bed spanking my ass with one hand while pinning me with the other. “Count.” And I counted as though my life depended on it because in that moment, to me, it did.

I knew logically he’d never purposefully injure me in any way, but right then having my ass reddened while he growled filthy things at me, told me I was a slut, his slut, and that he would beat my pretty ass into submission was a perfect storm for me to be wet and ready when he slid two fingers into my cunt. “Ohhh, dirty girl aren’t you?” I nodded my agreement while arching my body against him. “Please…” My voice was a soft whine of neediness.

His fingers were gone in an instant and shoved into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, hard, tasting myself and moaning. My ass was on fire, my cunt was throbbing and he just kept up with that sexy, sexy growl of his, giving orders and driving me closer to that edge. Finally, when he thought I was ready his voice changed to a soft whisper that somehow still growled. “Come for me before I fuck you.”

And I did. And he fucked me. And when it was all over the sleepy growl was an “I love you,” as he pulled me close, caressing my skin.

 

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Kink of the Week -Doggy Style – (Rough Games)

He jerked her body back against his, pinning her to him as he mauled her tits with rough hands. He would not be gentle. Not this time. Her nipples were pinched until she cried out half in pleasure, half in pain and he gave a satisfied smile at the sound. His lips met the back of her neck tenderly, before one hand seized her by her long red hair and yanked her head back and baring her throat and shoulder to him. There he kissed and bit, while he idly rolled her left nipple back and forth between his fingers. He pinched down again, waiting for that delicious cry he loved so much.

She felt herself being shoved towards the bed and her body bent over by her hair. Nails raked down her back, little trails of fire that made her writhe and squirm. Fingers dug into her fleshy ass before trailing down to find her dripping slit. “Of course you’d be wet for me, you fucking slut. You like it when I’m rough don’t you?” “You know I do. I like it when you leave marks and bruises and fuck me with that fat cock until I scream. Will you fuck me like that tonight?” Her voice was slightly breathless in anticipation where his had been gruff and hard. All in the spirit of the game they played.

“Get up on the bed. Now.” When she didn’t move fast enough, several smacks were delivered to her ass. “I said move!” And she scrambled quickly all the way onto the bed. In her haste to get where she was told she managed to tangle herself into a heap that left her face down, ass up, and pussy on display. He slid two fingers inside of her pumping them in and out. They could both hear her wetness and feel how her pussy seemed to suck at his fingers, wanting to keep them there. He stroked his cock slowly while he fingered her, just waiting until he knew she was good and close. And he stopped, withdrew his fingers, wiped her wetness against the back of her thigh and before she had a chance to complain he was driving his cock into her.

A deep moan escaped her lips and she braced her body against the bed as his hands dug cruelly into her hips pushing and pulling her along his cock. She managed to reach an arm beneath her body and furiously rubbed at her clit while her fucked her. The moaning and cries of passion grew louder and louder and soon he was shoving her face into bed bed to muffle her noises. It was all she could do to breath and she turned her head halfway hoping to get more air. He held onto the back of her neck, but loosened his grip a bit as he continued to pound into her. Her legs shook and suddenly she bit her tongue to avoid crying out as she gushed her wetness all over his cock. He grinned triumphantly and stopped long enough to pet her hair gently. “Good slut. I want you to do that again.”

And the hard, fast fucking resumed, their bodies slapping together as they met in a frantic rhythm, pushing higher and higher, asking for more and giving the most possible. This time when she orgasmed she did cry out and he groaned in response at the feeling of her body wrapped around him. He fucked her through it never giving her the chance to catch her breath and left her twitching against him. His hands had returned to her hips and he fucked her hard, his own orgasm imminent. When he did finally come in a heady rush of feeling she moaned again, feeling him inside her and another small orgasm shook her body beneath him. She collapsed against the bed as he pulled away and after a quick clean up they settled in for a cuddle. “I love you. Even if you are a dirty slut.” She giggled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”

KOTW – Edging (Close)

My hands were cuffed above my head, my legs held open because to close them would mean a punishment for disobeying. He had me exactly where we both wanted me to be. And his fingers worked gentle, delicate magic tracing the outline of my pussy, stopping to gently rub my clit or dip a finger inside, smearing my wetness across my already slick skin.

I’d been like this, frozen in time, for what seemed like an eternity as he teased me, letting me chase the orgasm I so desperately wanted, but was continuously brought to the edge, of and then denied. Despite his command to be still I couldn’t help but squirm a little as he touched me, the pace and pressure once again increasing. He was going to drag this out before he finally let me come I knew. And while I whined about not getting my orgasm right away (which earned me a Look) I knew things would be so much better this way.

A small bullet vibe came into play soon after and brought me even closer to losing control. I wanted to just let go, but until I heard his voice saying those words in my ear I wouldn’t do it. Not this time. This time was for his pleasure, for him to feast upon the little noises and small movements that he wrought from me while both simultaneously giving and denying me pleasure.

He leaned down to kiss me, his fingers and the vibrator still moving against my skin and I moaned freely against his lips arching upward to meet his hunger, yearning to satisfy both him and that ache I could feel deep inside. Lips left a heated trail down my neck to the valley between my breasts before sliding back up the other side and back to my lips. I wanted more and squirmed beneath his hands, his lips, his very presence.

And finally, finally after what felt like hours he slipped two finger into my pussy curling them against my g-spot as he held the vibe steady against my clit. I was close and getting closer every moment. Would this finally be the time he allowed my release? Perhaps or perhaps not. I thrust my hips against his hand and he added a third finger stretching me just a little, a feeling that left me gasping for breath.

He kissed me again, one final time and leaned over to whisper softly in my ear. “Come for me, little one.” And I did, bucking hard, incoherent moans escaping my mouth as the orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, broke down my walls, and left me in my most primal state. The vibrator was tossed aside and fingers removed, leaving me empty, but only for a moment before his cock found me.

“Come again. I want to feel you squeezing my cock.” So I did as I was told, head tossed back in ecstasy. Then he began to fuck me hard, drawing out that second orgasm for long minutes as I could do nothing but whimper and come for him. And then, then he came for me as well and we were linked together inextricably for a long period. Eventually he slipped away from me and pulled me close to him whispering soft words. I dozed in his arms, secure there and happy, closer to him than ever.

KOTW – Boots – (Polishing Ava)

Ava started her day with the usual chores and upon finishing them went for his boots. She’d noticed that they were in dire need of a good cleaning and polishing and she loved the scent of leather and shoe polish together. She scrubbed them down carefully and then began applying polish and buffing it in. She repeated the process until the boots looked nearly new again, relaced them, and put them away. She hoped David would be pleased at the small act next time he wore his boots.

As time permitted she also polished the leather strap used for her spankings, her own boots, David’s good belt, and anything she could find that needed polishing. David knew the scent of leather turned her on and so he began to make plans. He told her about them over dinner a week later and she couldn’t quite believe her ears. “You want me to do what?” He repeated himself and then just looked at her. After a moment she simply nodded. He waited. Finally, “Yes, Sir.” “Good. I’ll make all the arrangements and you’ll prepare your kit as needed.”

A couple weeks later found Ava kneeling, wearing nothing but her collar, and waiting by a high chair that had been designated as the boot blacking chair for the evening. The doorbell rang and Ava quivered. She’d never done anything like this before and despite her initial misgivings she was excited to serve in this way. As her first “customer” took his place Ava quickly began to work, brushing the dirt and dust away, giving the books a quick scrub and polishing them deftly all while the man in the chair above her ogled her nude body and chatted with David. As the evening went on she found that she was not only surrounded by men, but almost always had one in her chair as well. She knew she polished some pairs of shoes or boots more than once.

The smell of leather was intoxicating and almost overwhelming and she had forgotten her embarrassment as she lost herself in her work. Then she heard David discussing why she was wearing a collar and even without him going into great detail she blushed and lost her concentration for a moment. That moment was enough to spoil the shine she was working into a pair of lovely handcrafted shoes and she muttered angrily to herself about the mishap as she started over. “David, my friend, I think you’ve rather rattled your pet.” And the gentleman pointed at the obvious flaw in the polishing job that Ava was hurriedly trying to repair. And then David said her name. Only once, but she knew she was in trouble. “Finish up properly this time and then bring the strap.” She gulped and wondered if he would spank her in front of all these people and she feared that was to be the case.

“Gather round gentlemen and I’ll show you just how good she is for me and perhaps will be for all of you as well.” Ava heard this and blushed hotly as she returned carrying the leather strap reverently in both hands. She knelt, head down, ass up, her knees pressed tightly together hoping that would afford her some some semblance of modesty in front of all these men. And David brought the strap down. Once. Twice. A total of ten times he hit her and by the end she was thanking him for it. Every man in the room wanted a turn with her (as if they hadn’t already) and David whispered to her that if she wished to please him further she would be a good little slut and let the men in the room, none of whom she knew, fuck her, come on her, and treat her like the dirty girl he knew she was. His words only made her moan as she nodded her assent.

 

Kink of The Week – Blindfolds – (Bite Me)

Darkness enveloped her completely. She stood still, focused on her breathing. Deep, slow breaths. In and out. Gradually she allowed her other senses to begin to take over. But she heard nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing, yet raised her fingers to touch the velvety blindfold that kept her still and silent. She merely waited.

Finally she heard footsteps approaching. Was it only one set or several? She couldn’t quite tell. Then she knew she wasn’t alone. This should’ve scared her. She’d never done anything like this before but Emile had assured her she would be quite safe. She wasn’t food, merely prey to be toyed with. She gave a sudden start as she felt fingernails glide down her back slowly, with just enough pressure for her to know that they were quite sharp. Then a familiar smell came to her and she turned her head in the direction, knowing it was Emile’s cologne. A hand, his she thought, touched her face and his words whispered only for her to hear. “Relax ma chérie. This will be about both your pleasure and ours. Nothing more.” And his lips trailed down her throat sensuously, letting her feel the faintest touch of his teeth and she shuddered. But now she knew for certain that there were multiple…people, she guessed, in the room with her.

Her breathing settled once more as she stood there and heard the soft murmurs of conversation around her, both in English and in scattered French. It seems there was some argument over how to use the pretty girl whom Emile had so generously provided for them. The waiting was driving her a little crazy and she felt the wetness between her thighs only increase. The press of bodies surrounded her now, touching her fair skin, running fingers through her dark brown hair and a voice mused about the color of her unseen eyes. Someone drew her hands behind her and held them there as she felt lips press to hers for a kiss. More hands reached for her flesh, caressing everywhere, except for the spot she most wished they would touch.

Shortly they tired of merely touching and kissing and her hands were released as she was guided to her knees on the soft floor. A soft moan escaped her as she felt more submissive than ever, surrounded by this small crowd who could easily hurt her, but were choosing not to. With a sudden start she realized she wanted to feel Emile’s lips and teeth against her neck, sinking into her skin while they all watched. She whispered his name. He was at her side in a flash and she hastily communicated her desire in a hoarse whisper that they all heard and smiled at. Emile’s lipped brushed against her neck again. “Soon…but first, be a good little plaything for everyone.” And soft laughter rang out as the first of many cunts and cocks found their way to her waiting mouth. She moaned for them and writhed and grew wetter with each passing moment. When she went to reach between her legs she was stopped with a gentle admonishment and gentler hands. “Don’t make us bind you,” came a delightful, feminine voice.

There was a brief argument over who would fuck her first and finally a coin was flipped to avoid an old fashioned duel to the undeath. They bent her forward and she sighed with pleasure as she felt two fingers sink into her cunt before being replaced in a slow stroke by a hard cock that fucked her mercilessly. His hands held her hips and someone else tweaked at her nipples roughly, pulling her further towards the floor. As she leaned down and tilted he body against her unknown lover she could smell the wet cunt near her face and brought her lips down to it sucking and licking hungrily as she was fucked from behind. She lost herself in these sensations and her own orgasm came as a surprise to her. It washed though her body as she was fucked harder and hard. She squirmed and clenched against it, only wanting more now and she got exactly that as the woman at her mouth came hard with a soft scream and coated her face. Someone else knelt down for a kiss and licked her face to taste the juices left there by her female lover. And then the man behind her slammed his hips into hers brutally and she felt him come with a roar of pleasure.

It became a blur after that as she was fucked sometimes in her pussy, sometimes not, as she tasted the uniqueness of the different women and men in the room. Through it all Emile was there with her petting her hair, reminding her who she belonged to, and teasing her about undoing the blindfold. She begged him not to, her natural shyness for a moment overriding her pleasure. He gave a laugh and assured her he would not.

And as the fucking and sucking and licking and tasting all came to an end; as both she and her multiple partners were spent Emile kissed her hard and fierce. “Je suis fier de toi ma chérie.’’ He pulled her up against him holding her close while she was begging him for what she wanted. There was a collective sigh in the room at her words and Emile swore softly. He hadn’t wanted to do it like this, but knew that in his heart of hearts he could deny her nothing. He kissed her again, gathering her fully into his lap where she wrapped her arms around him tugging gently so she didn’t lose her nerve.

She felt his lips on her neck and closed her eyes behind the blindfold, waiting to feel the sharp pain she expected. Instead he merely sucked gently at her skin tasting her, feeling her pulse beat and settled her so they were lying together on the carpet. Once he had her just so he reached his hand down her body, traced her clit with a finger over and over until she was writhing and thrusting her hips into his hand. With no warning his fingers found their way into her dripping cunt and as she orgasmed for what seemed like the millionth time that night, he bit down. She felt a tiny sting through the haze of pleasure and then a curious sensation of pulling at her neck that made her moan. Her body rode his fingers as he took his fill of his beauty as his peers looked on, some enviously, but mostly just appreciative of the spectacle before them. With a soft kiss to the wound he pulled away from her and stroked her hair as she lay sated on the carpet. Shooing the others away he waited a moment before slowly removing her blindfold and smiled at her, his lips blood red and his eyes dancing.

 

KOTW – Still of a Winter’s Night

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The moon was a ghostly galleon, the road a ribbon of moonlight and the lovers cared not at all for anything but one another. He’d come back for her with the yellow gold just as his words had promised. She was no longer just Bess, the landlord’s daughter, but his companion now to take to wife. She rested her head on his chest while he stroked her long dark hair; there still was a red love knot plaited there.

Suddenly he could wait no longer and guided them into the darkness, where a hidden cave appeared. Leading Bess inside he kissed her, he kissed the landlord’s daughter and held her fast to him. She ran her fingers down his velvet coat and smiled up at him. “Such a dandy. What will you do now that you’ve given up this life? Given it up for me.” Her black eyes sparkled with unshed tears and he kissed her. “Don’t cry my bonny sweetheart. You’re my prize tonight. And I intend to have my way with you,” he spoke with a jesting leer.

Bess gave him a look he’d never seen before and kissed him fiercely, her hands finding their way beneath his coat, feeling the softness of his shirt and wanting only to feel his warm skin again hers. They pulled apart and by unspoken word undressed hastily with him spreading his cloak upon the hard stone floor. He pulled his Bess down to him and just held her close in wonder, grateful that they’d been able to get away, grateful that she was his. Then he kissed her and unbound her hair so it fell about them like a dark cloud over the purple moor. And he loved her gently there, in the cold of a winter’s night; on a stone floor an in ancient cave they came together as one.

Two days later, at a small country church, they were married. He became an honest man, who had made an honest woman of the lovely Bess and they settled into a routine on the small farm his gold had bought. Gone was the velvet coat and the thigh high boots, gone were the jeweled weapons, but there was his lovely Bess and that was enough for him.

Seasons passed and children came and he told them all the story of how he’d been a highwayman once before he settled down and became a farmer. Not one of the children ever believed a word he said and Bess merely laughed when he recounted the old tale for them. They lived and laughed and loved. And still of a winter’s night they curl up in their warm bed and he reminds her again that she is his greatest and only prize.*

*A happier ending to one of my favorite pieces of poetry that reminds of the winter time every time I read it.

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.