tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68163529653804856322024-03-18T22:43:29.732-04:00Erotic SatisfictionHandcrafted, lovingly written tales of erotic desires satisfied.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816352965380485632.post-91763830855155174092016-11-18T13:02:00.000-05:002016-11-18T13:02:01.255-05:00Polishing JewelBy John Satisfy<br />
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As you open the door to the bathroom, tendrils of steam slip out. The door opens wider, and I see you standing there surrounded by the mist, like Venus surrounded by sea foam. You simply look ravishing.<br />
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As I lift my jaw off the floor, my gaze slides up your body, drinking it in. You’re leaning against the door frame, your hip thrust out, your pink corset enhancing all over your lovely curves. Behind the cascade of red hair, I see that playful smile on your lips. We both know how much you’re enjoying watching my desire build.<br />
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“Jewel, you look fantastic.”<br />
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“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.” As your lips close, you flip your head back and spin around slowly, allowing me to drink in the back of your outfit. I’m fascinated at the way the lace is cinched up, helping to accentuate your amazing ass.<br />
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Leaning forward, I watch as the strings tickle between your cheeks as you sway your ass seductively. It’s too much for me. As I take a few steps forward to close the distance between us, you lean forward and the palms of your hands rest flat against the cold tiles on the opposite side of the tub.<br />
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As soon as I’m within reach, my hand slides over your silky skin, feeling your hot, moist flesh. Moving my hand to the small of your back, you’re kind of trapped, unable to move out of the position I’ve got you in.<br />
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My free hand glides down your ass cheeks, feeling the impossibly soft and firm flesh. My cock bounces with appreciation of your perfect body. I look over to the side of the tub and I see that your waterproof rabbit is lying there, and I know that you were enjoying yourself as you soaked in the pleasing bath water before inviting me in to join you.<br />
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My hand moves to your inner thigh and I push lightly and you spread your legs for me, causing your hands to walk down the wall so your stance could be stable. As you did this I could smell your scent fill the bathroom, mingling with the remnants of shampoo and bath bombs.<br />
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It was too much for me, and I fell to my knees so that I could properly worship the goddess before me. As my knees sank into the memory foam bath mat my hands rested on your ass cheeks. With a little down and outward pressure, your cheeks spread and I could see your puckered asshole winking at me. Without skipping a beat, I leaned forward and ran my tongue around it.<br />
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You were so fresh, and your skin so eager for the sensations of my tongue that you pushed your ass up and closer to me. I felt your hole open and close as I ran my tongue around the outside and up and over the opening. I kept the same movement up as you began to moan for me.<br />
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As I continued licking, my right hand clumsily searched the ledge of the tub for your toy. When I finally managed to grab it, I brought up to your pussy and it slipped in easily. With it buried in your body, I adjusted my grip so that I could start it buzzing deep within you.<br />
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When the toy started your body jumped and I heard your moans become louder. This only made me redouble my efforts at your asshole. With my tongue slipping around faster and faster, your hips were pushing back against me.<br />
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With the way your hips were rocking, it was hard, but I managed to grab the toy and start to fuck you in time to my licks. It only took a few thrusts before my hand, my tongue and your body was moving at the same rhythm. As your ass rocked against my face, I felt my cock throb as well. We were a machine designed for one purpose: pleasure.<br />
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As I pushed the toy in, I started making the rabbit ears slide around your clit, nestling it within their vibrating grasp. As I did so, you moans became screams, and I could even hear your hands slap against the wall as your sweaty palms made it hard to keep you vertical.<br />
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I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed you to cum for the first time tonight. Without thinking, I pushed my tongue against your asshole. Between the amount of saliva I was producing and your horniness, it slipped past your tight ring. I could feel your body clench and relax around me.<br />
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Your hips were moving at full steam as I tongue fucked your ass and toyed your pussy. Your screams were constant, animalistic noises lacking all semblances to human language. Still I knew exactly what you were trying to say, you wanted to cum right now.<br />
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I began to move my tongue and hand faster and faster until your body couldn’t keep up. I felt your whole body shaking faster and faster. I could tell you were about to lose control. Then I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could and swirled it around.<br />
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Instantly your whole body exploded in bliss. Your hands slid down the wall as you screamed out in pleasure. Your body lost it’s ability to move smoothly, instead it shuttered and jerked against my face. All the while I kept swirling my tongue and pumping the toy in and out of your dripping pussy.<br />
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When your orgasm finally subsided, I slid the toy out of your and stood up. I looked at the amazing sight before me and couldn’t help but stroke my cock lightly once or twice. Then I walked around and grabbed your hand, helping you to stand up. As soon as you did, you spun around and sat on the edge of the tub, a huge smile on your face.<br />
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I looked down at you, your chest heaving, your nipples visible of the top of your corset. Then I looked into your jewel-like eyes and smiled back.<br />
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“What a great start to the evening.” You said, the grin never leaving your lips. “Now I think it’s your turn to see what kind of pleasure I can give you.”<br />
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I flash a devilish smile. "Not yet, Jewel. I’ve just got to taste your sweet nectar first.“<br />
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Your only response is to spread your legs inviting me to get a taste from the source…<br />
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I don’t give you a chance to reply, my lips are already against the side of your neck, kissing, suckling, teasing you. You place your hands against the edge of the counter, steadying yourself, giving yourself leverage to thrust your ass backwards into my crotch. You can feel the bulge there as you wiggle against my body and you moan in anticipation.<br />
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I drop down to my knees and my lips are on your ass, kissing softly the flesh. Your legs open slightly and I can feel the heat and smell your excitement. “I’ve been waiting for this too.”<br />
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My hand flattens against the small of your back as I push you forward, thrusting your ass out and up. You look at your face in the mirror, and your eyes travel down to your amazing cleavage and you can’t help but see yourself as the sexiest creature in the world.<br />
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“I want you to watch yourself get pleasured. Look into your eyes while I give you what you need.”<br />
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“Yes.” The word is breathless, ethereal, alien, like it wasn’t your voice, but you knew it was. You stare at your beautiful face, into your alluring eyes as my tongue begins lapping at your mound.<br />
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Something about seeing your reactions, looking into your own eyes while my tongue travels up and down your slit makes you feel hotter than normal. You spread your legs further and I push in and taste your dripping wetness and sigh.<br />
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As I am surrounded by your body, in your most intimate place I can’t help but think; This is why I come home, to be in heaven.<br />
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You sat in your chair and looked at the guy from HR staring back at you. You smiled and finally laughed. “But I’ve listened to your guide lines. Sure I’m showing a little cleavage, but it’s within the boundaries that you set last time.” You reached up and pulled on the neckline of your top exposing your magnificent breasts to him. “See, it’s just my breasts are huge, and when the other girls see a little more skin, well they just assume I’m showing a lot. But look…” And you put your breasts away, “When you see the shirt now, you can see that most of my tits were behind fabric like you’ve requested.”<br />
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The guy from HR squirmed in his chair, obviously turned on. He licked his lips and practically had to wipe the drool forming in the corner of his mouth. “Ok, we can concede that point. But what about the water cooler talk of you showing a whale tale that was clearly indicating you had on a thong?”<br />
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You laughed again. “I’m wearing a dress how could that be possible?”<br />
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“Well they clearly saw something, People described a purple bow…”<br />
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You laughed again. “Well then they were peeking up my dress because I was wearing panties with a bow in the back. But not thongs!”<br />
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The HR Guy raised his eyebrows and you knew he wasn’t going to take your word for it. So you stood up, turned around and lifted up your skirt. Then looking over your shoulder you said, “See, they are not exactly a thong, but pretty damn sexy.” You shook your ass playfully and then let the dress slide back down to cover your perfect round cheeks.<br />
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When you turned back around you caught him rubbing his hard cock through his pants. He became red as he realized he hadn’t stopped quick enough and you caught him in the act. You just flashed him your seductive smile to put him at ease.<br />
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“Does that answer all your questions?”<br />
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“Yes. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.” The HR guy started to stand up and walk to the door to your office.<br />
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“Wait.” He turned around and tried his best to look you in the eyes. “Just so you know, you don’t have to trump up these charges every week just to take a peek at my body you know, I love sharing myself.”<br />
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“I’m afraid I do, company policy.”<br />
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“Then I’ll pencil you in for around the same time next Thursday?”<br />
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He smiled. “Yes, and remember it’s probably best that you did wear an actual thong, it is Thong Thursday for a reason and I’d hate to have to reprimand you. Last time my hand hurt from spanking your ass so hard.”<br />
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You smiled thinking back to that delightful incident. “Duly noted,” And as he left your office you rubbed your clit quickly, just to take the edge off to make concentrating on work easier.<br />
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Getting the volume level right, she slid her hand down her panties and started to rub as she watched her former lover smile as he went down between her legs. She remembered filming it, holding her phone to get every bit of the action as he teased her beautifully.<br />
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Now as she laid back and heard her own moans, the sounds of his pleasure, she could practically feel his expert tongue teasing her once again. Even though she knew how this movie ended, her whole body wanted nothing more then to let it play out exactly as it did that night and let her relive it all over again.<br />
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Thank god for smartphones…<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816352965380485632.post-86515324475837876632016-11-04T12:47:00.000-04:002016-11-04T12:47:03.520-04:00Au NaturalI led you down the trail, quietly looking for the turn off. I had found the perfect spot a few weeks earlier and was excited to show it to you.<br />
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You were a little nervous as you walked behind me in only the summer dress that I picked out for you to wear. You could feel your heart racing and you were sure that it was in anticipation and not from the hike.<br />
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We continued to pass other dayhikers until I grabbed your arm and drew you off the wall worn path. Your mind raced as I brought you to a hidden, secluded grove.<br />
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It didn't take me long to lift the dress over your head and you were completely naked, save for your shoes. I brought you over to a thin birch and opened up the backpack. Pulling out a length of rope you started to see what I had in mind.<br />
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Soon you were tied up to the tree, head down and ass up, as you felt the hand cuffs snapping closed around your ankles. The cold weight sent a shiver down your spine.<br />
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You lifted your head up, trying to see beyond your hair, and all that you could make out was your dress hanging from a limb about fifty feet away. Still you were aware of the fact that I was still rummaging through the pack but you couldn't see for what.<br />
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You could hear the trail hikers walking along unaware of your predicament. It only made your heart beat faster. You started to tremble as you stood there.<br />
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I placed a comforting hand on your back and softly cooed. You relaxed right up until you felt the lubed tip of a plug against your asshole. You let out a moan as I slid it in, but a moment later you wondered if you were too loud. Would the other hikers find you? And did you secretly want to be found?<br />
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Crawling between your legs I push your thighs apart gently and expose your pussy, slightly glistening, making me wonder what your dreams contained.<br />
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Closing the distance between your pussy and my lips, I kiss you softly puckering my lips around your clit. You let out a moan and stir.<br />
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Your lips part against the tip of my tongue as I tease you. The silky walls are intoxicating as I run my tongue up and down. As my movements morph into a swirl around your clit, you let out a moan and wake up.<br />
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Your hand moves to my head as you pull me into you. Your hips start to rock and I push your legs back and crawl up the bed so that you are below me. Your body is writhing below as you moan my name.<br />
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When I reach up to your breast, your hand replaces mine on your thighs. You push my other hand away as you pull your legs back and let me use my hands for more important things.<br />
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With your nipples being pinched and twisted by my fingers, we can both feel you are so close. I pause from my licking and hiss, “cum for me.”<br />
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You sighed, “ Yes, Sir”, and then closed your eyes. A moment later your whole body was shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy created deep within.<br />
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As you came down to earth, I pulled away from you. Leaning down I kiss you deeply, your juices still coating my lips. You push me away trying to catch your breath as you look into my eyes. “Don’t worry sweetheart, now that you are awake, playtime can really begin.”<br />
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You smiled knowing that I was going to use you like the slut you are. What a lovely way to begin any day…<br />
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I just woke up so hard and throbbing after having a dream about you. You were sleeping next to me, on your side, naked. In the dream I woke up in the middle of the night and rolled over to discover you sleeping there and I couldn’t resist your incredibly alluring body. I needed you. Deeply.<br />
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I scooted over next to you until we were spooning, your hair on the pillow next to my face as my crotch pushed against your firm round ass. My arm wrapped draped over your side as my fingers enveloped your soft breast. It felt so good in my hand that my cock began to immediately stir, pressing against your perfect ass.<br />
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I was breathing in the scent of your shampoo as I pushed my face towards the back of your neck. Nuzzling against it, I softly kissed your sensitive skin, the delicate hairs instantly rose up. You let out a soft moan and stirred against me. My fingers wrapped around your hard nipple and began rolling it back and forth. You inhaled deeply and your body pressed harder against mine.<br />
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Your moans became more alert as you woke up in my grasp. You rolled slightly and your back pushed against my chest as your hand covered my wrist, holding me, not stopping me, just holding me, feeling my muscles work their magic. Your eyes closed again as you sunk into pleasure. Whimpering as my teeth raked across your skin and my cock throbbed against your ass, your lids stayed closed as you accepted my advances.<br />
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I wrapped my arms tight around you and before you knew what was happening you were lying on top of me, the heat of my body soaking into your back as my legs wrapped around yours, pulling them apart. Everything was continued so quickly and it was so late that you weren’t sure if this was a dream or not, but you were such a good girl letting me do whatever I wanted.<br />
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With one hand still firmly around your breast, the other moved between your legs. I was very pleased to find you soaked as your needs and my needs aligned. I ran my fingers lightly between your lips, feeling your slickness coat them, just as my precum was coating your back.<br />
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My mouth went to the top of your shoulder, kissing and lightly biting, just as my fingers curled to dipped into you. Your whole body lurched in my grasp. My grip tightened in order to keep you from falling off me. There was no way I was going to let that happen; you needed to stay put. Tonight I was your bed and I wanted to feel every movement of your pleasure.<br />
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My fingers were dipping in and out of you, not very deep because of the angle, but enough to make you grab my thighs tight as you held on. You were tossing your head back and forth, your silky air teasing my shoulders and neck, as the intoxicating moans filled the darkened room. Despite this, I managed to get your earlobe between my lips and sucked gently as you writhed on top of me.<br />
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Your flesh poured between my fingers as I squeezed your breast hard. You were hardly aware of the fact that my fingers had left your pussy and moved up along your slit. Finding your clit hard,I could imagine feeling as it throbbed, they began circling it faster and faster.<br />
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I could tell by your moans, your shuddering movements, that you were getting close. My hand left your breast and moved up to your throat as I hissed into your ear, “Cum for me now.” You knew the rules, if you didn’t cum on command, you’d lose the privilege of an orgasm until I felt like you earned it again. And there was no way you were going to let this opportunity slip pass you by.<br />
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Your fingers dug deep into my legs as your whole body danced in time to the rhythm of my fingers. With my teeth nibbling on your earlobes and my hand wrapped around your throat you felt yourself go light headed. As your back arched off of my chest you heard my gentle encouragement, "That’s it, that’s a good girl.“<br />
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My cock was throbbing against the small of your back as your body twisted against mine. Then in a flash your whole body froze solid. A lingering moment later it shattered into a million shivering pieces of complete ecstasy. I held you tight as your body writhed against me, the power of your orgasm making your whole body feel like it was shimmering in the moonlight. My fingers continuing their movement, making sure that every last drop of pleasure was teased from your body.<br />
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You were panting as the last waves of bliss rolled through your being. I rolled over, spooning you once again, as my grip around your throat became slack. My hand slipped down to your breast as I held you against me, your chest rising and falling rapidly as. You were still searching for your breath as I slipped down your body and lifted your leg up into the air. Holding it there, my fingers sinking into your thigh, my cock head rubbing around the entrance to your wet hole.<br />
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You were still lightheaded as I slipped my cock into you, your eyes rolling back as you let out a gasp. My words were soft as they flowed out on an exhale, “You feel so good, like your pussy is made for me.”<br />
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“It is, Sir.”<br />
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I begin moving in and out of you, and it felt great, but it was a little awkward holding your leg up. Still I am fascinated as I watch as each thrust into you causes your breast to shake and bounce. Your whimpers and light moans delight me almost as much as the feeling of your pussy wrapped around me, however it doesn’t take long before I want more.<br />
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With my cock buried deep inside of you, I rolled you over onto your stomach. With a little push from my knees, your legs spread further open affording me a wonderful view of my cock as it disappears into you. It’s so hot.<br />
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I could no longer control myself and I fell onto your back, my hands slid under your body, grabbing your breasts as I pulled myself into you hard and fast. Your moans were muffled by the mattress as I press you down with each hard thrust. Your nipples were hard against my fingertips as your pussy was clenching my cock<br />
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I let go of your left breast and reached up to the back of your head. Pulling your hair, your head was lifted off the mattress and I could hear your moans clearly. "Fuck me, Sir! Fill me with your cum!“<br />
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Normally I would spank your ass for telling me what to do, but I was too close. Instead I just pushed in harder and faster as my mind shut off completely and I lost myself into the bliss that is your body.<br />
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I felt my body tense, my movements stopped and my grip on your breast and hair tightened into something resembling a vice. I remember you begging me a split second before my cock started to twitch deep inside of you. I let out a grunt as my muscles started to shake, no longer having enough strength to support myself, I completely collapsed onto your back. I remember feeling your sweaty skin on my chest as if our bodies were merging. My orgasm was strong and powerful, making it feel like my whole body was shooting out of me and into you. Jet after jet of hot, thick cum shot inside of your cunt as total pleasure consumed us. Your muscles were coaxing every last drop out of me as I laid on top of you.<br />
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I remember drifting back to sleep in the dream, thinking that I’m glad I filled up your pussy so that when you woke up you’d know that it really happened. Ironic no?<br />
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Leaning down, I kiss the top of your shoulder blade, feeling you move closer, hold me tighter as my lips follow along your exposed skin. Slowly they move, creeping closer and closer to your neck. Gliding along, teasing the fine hairs that are raised on your sensitive skin, my hands reach for you body and support you.<br />
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As I kiss your neck, your grip on my arm tightens, as you fight against the pull of gravity, your legs wobbly and weak. But you can feel the strength in my arms as I hold you up.<br />
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Exhaling hot breath against your aroused skin, I sigh. “You were meant to be savored, slowly, deliberately, completely.”<br />
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You expect me to speed up, to go further in my exploration, but instead I return to the same slow steady pace and enjoy all that you are. There is no rush…<br />
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“Sure…” You said, confused, not seeing any signs for a rest area anywhere near by. But you saw glint in my eye as I asked the question, and knew enough to trust me.<br />
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I pulled off down a dirt road that seemed to go nowhere useful and went for about a quarter mile until we were clearly off the road. As I turned off the engine and opened the car door you noticed just how quiet and isolated it was here.<br />
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I got out and you did the same, closing the door behind you. I took two steps away from the car and looked around, stretching, as you walked over to my side. “Can you do me a favor and get my cell phone, I left it in the console.”<br />
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You sighed, knowing how forgetful I can be. “No problem…” Your voice trailed off as you turned around and crawled into the car to get it. I turned around and saw your fine ass and couldn’t resist.<br />
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Heading back to the car I reached out, letting my fingers trail over your mound. You arched your back, presenting yourself to me, and I pet you again, this time sliding my finger inside of you. “Fuck, you’re so wet! Like my policy of no panties in the new car?”<br />
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You pushed back onto my finger as you moaned softly, “Yes, Sir, very much.”<br />
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“That’s a good girl.” I slide my finger out of you and you whimper in disappointment. Lifting up the hem of your dress, I grab your ass, squeezing it, appreciating it. You wiggled your bum in such a way that I knew you wanted more.<br />
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Looking up, checking to make sure that we were still alone, I undid the fasteners of my pants and let them fall. Taking my cock out, I rub the tip up and down your dripping slit. “Is this what you need?”<br />
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“No more teasing. I need you to fuck me Sir.”<br />
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I push forward, slipping between your silky folds as my hand grip the roof of the car. As I fuck you hard your moans drift out of the interior of the car. “Rub your clit for me, I want you to cum.”<br />
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You eagerly reach under your dress and started to rub your clit, your other hand against the other door as you braced yourself for my pounding. We fucked like that, the only sounds were our breathing, moans, the wet slapping noises, and the rattle of crickets in the field.<br />
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Your moans changed, and I knew that you were close. I fucked you harder and at once you exploded all around me. Fuck! Your orgasms always drive me insane.<br />
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As you calmed down, I grabbed your wrist and spun you around. You feel onto the ground, and I slipped my cock down your throat. Your hands moved to my ass, holding me there, as my cock began to twitch and I filled you with my cum.<br />
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When I finished, we straightened up our clothing and got back into the car. “Feel better?”<br />
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“Yes, Sir. But I might need another rest stop soon.”<br />
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I sighed. “Sure, but this was our fourth rest stop in the last 40 miles. I’m not sure we’re going to make it on time.” You started to pout, thrusting your tits out to give me a good view of your cleavage, “Although, I’m not sure I really want to spend that much more time with your parents…”<br />
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You smiled your wicked grin and I started the car. As my hand adjusted the gear shift, your hand adjusted my cock, and I was pretty sure that the next stop would be sooner rather than later.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkQeQKbYiuBDLfXXGP7I-eXOogvtFaupqrZhHz9QFU6TOERix0Y3QRVlmrPe5xmGQyEzKGDW9nbTJ39BazZ32pxjzNEOaKQSy6K6BxhDGfjUs8Lw2cBhyphenhyphenvzM1ryejh3hMp-MyHZCZLBk/s1600/Fantasy+encounters+SAyers-72dpi-1500x2000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkQeQKbYiuBDLfXXGP7I-eXOogvtFaupqrZhHz9QFU6TOERix0Y3QRVlmrPe5xmGQyEzKGDW9nbTJ39BazZ32pxjzNEOaKQSy6K6BxhDGfjUs8Lw2cBhyphenhyphenvzM1ryejh3hMp-MyHZCZLBk/s320/Fantasy+encounters+SAyers-72dpi-1500x2000.jpg" width="240" /></a>A few weeks ago Suzy Ayers released a sequel to her book <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fantasy-Encounter-Dom-Keira-Book-ebook/dp/B00D0LUO7U/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1459795839&sr=1-5&keywords=fantasy+encounters" target="_blank">Fantasy Encounters with a Dom</a></b>. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fantasy-Encounters-Further-Explorations-Keira-%20ebook/dp/B01BS37SL6/" target="_blank">Fantasy Encounters…Further Explorations</a> takes us deeper into the lives of Keira and Tim after being trained by a D/s couple in the UK, Jarred and Carrie.<br />
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Fantasy Encounters…Further Explorations<br />
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Follow along with Keira and Tim’s on their journey as a married D/s couple. Married for over ten years and on the brink of depression, alcoholism and divorce, they instead took their relationship to new heights. They began learning the BDSM lifestyle with the help of a Dom/sub, Jarred and Carrie from the UK.<br />
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In this sequel, Keira learns her not so frugal ways will get her into trouble, and she is given more than a verbal warning. They’ve been struggling with the idea of an open relationship; however Keira was not prepared for Tim’s reaction.<br />
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Keira receives a Christmas Present that she would’ve never imagined was allowed from her macho man husband, in “Keira’s Christmas Present”. It makes her wonder what other secrets her husband may be hiding.<br />
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Keira also learns that a honeymoon is always better when sharing with new friends in “Second Honeymoon”. She wonders what she has awakened within Tim, and who will be returning from the beachy island.<br />
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This book can be read as a stand alone; however it is the sequel to <b>Fantasy Encounter with a Dom</b>. Both are books for Adults and contain BDSM themes. Here's a little excerpt from <b>Fantasy Encounters... Further Explorations</b>:<br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><i>He was sitting in the living room with a sour look on his face. Like a sullen child </i><i>Keira quickly babbled out her excuses, when she knew there weren’t any. She’d never </i><i>spent like this before, she’d always been the responsible one—the saver.</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="color: orange;">“Hands out,” he held a strap.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: orange;">“What?” Keira almost whimpered out the word. She’d seen women have their hands</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: orange;">hit before and was not looking forward to it.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: orange;">Thwamp!</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><i>Keira screeched and pulled her hands away, rubbing them, his mere expression had </i><i>her return them and endure the five more per hand.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><i>“That is for the total cost of the day. Now a spanking for doing something we have </i><i>already discussed.”</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="color: orange;">“Yes, sir.” Keira dropped her head.</span></i><br />
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Suzy Ayers is an Amazon Bestselling Author for multiple titles; both of her fantasy books: Sara's Awakening and Miranda's Amulet in Metaphysical/ Visionary, as well as Fantasy Encounter with a Dom in erotic fiction and Erotic Fantasies in single author and women's fiction.<br />
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Her main focus is Romance, which crosses many genres including: Erotica, Fantasy and Paranormal. Her short stories and books twist into happily-for-now or happily-ever-after's Suzy attempts to write in a manner that pulls you into the erotic event and paints an explicit scene of lust and passion. Her purpose of expressing it in this manner is that she believes that sex and love are intertwined and are healthy expressions of the human heart. To her imperfections and flawed characters are beautiful.<br />
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Check out my <a href="http://eroticsatisfiction.blogspot.com/2014/02/sunday-morning-chat-interview-with_23.html" target="_blank">interview with Suzy</a>, or her <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SuzyAyersAuthor">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/SuzyAyers">Twitter</a>, <a href="http://suzyayersauthor.weebly.com/index.html">Blog/Website</a> and <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7077107.Suzy_Ayers">Goodreads</a> account. Of course, you can also find her on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Suzy-Ayers/e/B00C1EK198/fblink/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_nu_6o9Xrb5B553C4/?tag=satisfiction-20">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/SAyersWrites">Smashwords</a>, and <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/suzy-ayers">Barnes & Nobles</a>.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816352965380485632.post-56139859484411608682015-09-14T08:30:00.000-04:002015-09-14T08:30:03.137-04:00The Ties that Bind, Christina Mandara's Newest Book is for sale. Congrats @cpmandara! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>It's FINALLY here - the naughtiness that happens in
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<em>Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release,
surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the
fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the
fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.</em>
<em>Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to
endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her
body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As
the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before
being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.</em>
<em>Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the
trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his
superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.</em>
<em>Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream...</em>
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If you want me to utter that safe word, you’re going the wrong way about it,”
breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.<br />
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He barked out a laugh. “Oh you’ll utter your naughty little word before the night
is out,” whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, “but at the moment, I
want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew every inch of you. She made a
face at him and he shook his head, amused. “Relax, you’ll enjoy it.” She narrowed
her eyes at that. “OK,” he amended, “you’ll enjoy most of it.”</div>
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Whatever Jenny’s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth
descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her
to panting level in record time. When she’d reached the ‘ten-seconds-to-blast-off’
point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ‘less sensitive’ body parts. She
made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against
his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to
cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing
the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and
the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and
palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner
flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He
sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and
then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under
her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew,
kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted
better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole.
When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did
he return to his shot glass.<br />
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With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of
her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its
removal. “You like being filled.” It was a statement, not a question, which was just
as well, because he didn’t get an answer. “Do you like being stretched, I wonder?”
Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet
channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another
groan. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Making slow scissor motions
with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up.
“Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” With his fingers still slipping and
sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid
around. “You only get one guess, Princess.”<br />
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“Oh God, please tell me you’re not,” said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with
stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.<br />
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“Oh,” breathed Mark happily, “I’m afraid I am.” Tilting the glass to a forty-five
degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and
closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour.
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“It’s still warm,” she whimpered in a pained voice.<br />
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“It’ll be nothing compared to the temperature I’m about to rocket you up
to, given a couple of a minutes.”<br />
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“How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?”
Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.<br />
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“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the
apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the
need to blow bubbles.”<br />
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She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and
it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the
shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘Lakmé’ which usually
reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things
on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to
consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal
in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.<br />
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He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran
into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle
hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the
Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there
was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a
particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to
indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was
all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath
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Happy Hump Day everyone! Well we've made it ton another Wendsday and I hope you're having a great one. This song comes recommended by a good friend of mine. Regardless of what you think of the book or movie Fifty Shades of Grey, this is a sexy song. Hope that you find the true meaning of Hump Day and that you've earned it! </div>
<a href="http://eroticsatisfiction.blogspot.com/2015/08/hump-day-radio-earned-it-by-weeknd.html#more">Read more »</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816352965380485632.post-20257030875977667132015-07-29T14:00:00.000-04:002015-07-29T14:00:01.421-04:00Hump Day Radio: East of Eden by Zella DayDid you know that today is International Tiger Day? They are amazing creatures and having a day to bring their story to the forefront is important. So today I'm bringing you Zella Day's "East of Eden". With lyrics about being kept from the cages and tigers on the prowl, I feel like it's a great way to remember these majestic cats. Besides, not all women have tame a tame pussy, some of you out there have ravishing tigers who never quite get their fill. This is dedicated to all the tigers out there.<br>
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<a href="http://eroticsatisfiction.blogspot.com/2015/07/hump-day-radio-east-of-eden-by-zella-day.html#more">Read more »</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816352965380485632.post-86869238064558000142015-07-28T10:00:00.000-04:002015-07-28T10:00:01.270-04:00Up Against the Wall<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’re naked on the bed looking at me me, waiting for my instructions. “I want you to turn around, lean your arms against the wall, thrust out ass out, and spread your legs.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’re a good girl, and you position yourself up against the wall just as I commanded. I crawled up behind and meet you. My hand drops between your legs as I inspect you like livestock, feeling your lips, slipping my finger between them, seeing how wet you are, how hard your clit is. I bring my hand up from the front of your cunt over your lips, past your hole, past your taint, rubbing over your ass and then up and out of your crack.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I bring my hand down and spank your cheek once, hard. Then I spank the other cheek, and I go back and forth until there's red handprints on your skin. Watching your ass wiggle as I do this, hearing you moan and whimper, only encourages me.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I take my hand and check your cunt again, it is soaked now, and I'm pleased with your reaction, such a good sex toy you’re becoming. I lean against you, you can feel the heat of my chest on your back and my breath moist on your ears. "You're ready now my slut, aren't you?"</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Yes! And your slut need your cock Sir."</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I take my cock in my hand and run in between your lips. I can feel the head get coated in your juices as I enjoy teasing your clit. Between the precum leaking out of me and your slickness, I'm ready to fuck you hard. When I position my head at your entrance, you wiggle your ass, trying to get me into you, but I just slide the tip in.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I lean forward and my hands reach around you. With one hand I surround your neck, with the other I grab your breast. When I have a good hold on you I push in hard and fast, and you moan like a porn star, encouraging my rough play.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I pull you back against my chest, and your hands are still flat against the wall. "Play with your clit for me like a good slut." The words are hisses in your ear and you know better than to disobey.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">God every time I slam into your pussy your whole ass shakes, and I'm sure that you can feel the residual stings from the spanking I gave you. I tighten my hand around your throat as your fingers make their way to your clit and soon you're rubbing yourself with a deep desire.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I push hard into your pussy I feel it quivering around me, and I need more. My hand leaves your breast and travels to your back. I scoop up your long hair in my fist and pull your head backwards. Now I can see over your shoulder, and I can watch your breasts sway and slap as I fuck you so hard your whole body shakes with each thrust.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I bite at your earlobe and say, "Cum now." It's not a suggestion and your fingers rub with more of a purpose then before. It only takes a few seconds before you're moaning and cuming on my cock. Your whole body is shaking and trying to fight the grip of my hands, but I hold onto you tight and you just buck against me.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As soon as your orgasm ends and you are at your weakest, I let go of you and toss you to the mattress. You fall off of me and I guide you up on all fours facing me. My hand goes back into your hair and I pull your head up. "Open wide my slut." And your mouth opens and I slide my cock into you, and before you know it I'm fucking your face before you even had a chance to recover your breath from your orgasm.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My hand lets go of your hair and moves to the back of your head. As I thrust into your mouth I’m also pushing you onto my cock. You’re drooling on me as fuck your face, using your hole for my pleasure. I push deep into your mouth, past the entrance of your throat and downwards until your nose is pushed against my stomach. I hold your head there, letting you feel my cock pulse inside of you before sliding out and letting you get some air.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I lift up your chin and look at your face. Drool is glistening on your cheeks while your eyes and cheeks are wet with tears. Your makeup is a mess but you’re smiling as you pant, trying to catch your breath. “You’re becoming the perfect little cock slut, you know that?”</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You nod in agreement and open your mouth as if asking for more. I’m happy to comply as I slide my cock all the way down your throat in one long push. You move your hands so that they are grabbing my ass and you use me as leverage to pull yourself even further onto my cock and I didn’t even think that was possible.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No longer needing to fuck your face since you’re doing it for me, my hands are free to explore your luscious body. I lean down and my hands grab your breasts, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples, tugging on them roughly. You moan, sending vibrations down the length of my shaft and this only encourages me to continue my painful play.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your fingers are digging into my ass cheeks as you first pull yourself all the way onto my cock, and then push yourself off of me. I look down at you, smiling as you look up with those puppy dog eyes you get when you’re in complete submission mode. God you’re such a good toy, so eager to please me, and I can’t help but want to reward my slut.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Letting go of your breasts I lean forward and my finger slides down the crack of your ass. I go further until I find your drenched pussy and shove a finger deep into you. Your whole body jumps as I invade your cunt, but you manage not to touch my cock with your teeth, and I’m impressed with your self control.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When my finger is sufficiently coated in your juices I slide back out and move to your puckered asshole. As I place the tip of my finger over it I can feel that it is opening and closing under me. You’re trying to relax, to prepare yourself and I reward you by pushing into you. It takes a second but I feel the muscles relax and then accept my finger as I push in as deep as I can. When I get all the way in, your sphincter clenches around my digit as if to feel it’s girth.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now I start fucking you again, and as my finger pulls out my cock slides into your mouth. And then my cock slides out of your mouth and my finger pushes back into your ass. Back and forth I go, sliding in and out of you as you moan and squirm at my touch. All the while you’re looking up at my face, waiting for me to look into your eyes.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Cum for me again my slut,” As the words leave my mouth, your hand leaves my ass and a questioning look flashes across your eyes. “Yes, you may play with your clit.” With permission your fingers slip between your legs and you begin furiously rubbing your clit. I start pumping in and out of your mouth and throat faster and faster, trying to match the movements of your fingertips.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your face is a mess as your eyes continually tear, and your drool cascades down your chin onto your swaying breasts. Your moans are becoming louder and more abundant as your hand clenches around my ass.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A moment later and you’re cumming hard for me, like a good slut should. I’m impressed because even as your body shakes, even as you spasm, your eyes are locked on mine as if you know that your pleasure means nothing if it doesn’t bring me any joy. But you can see the crinkles in the corner of my eyes as you know that I’m smiling at how good you’re doing tonight.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As your orgasm subsides I place my hand on the back of your head and guide you to your knees. Your are able to sit there without any additional support and I’m able to let go of you. I slide my cock out of your mouth and you gasp for air. Your hand flies to my cock to pump me. When you can finally speak again you ask timidly, “Did I earn your cum, Sir? I really want to feel it on my body.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I reach down and scoop some cum off your cheek and feed it to you. “You’re welcome baby. I love rewarding my girl when she’s been especially good.” I lean down and kiss you softly as you continue to play with your tits. We both know it’s time for you to go to work, and you can’t wait to put on your bra and head out the door, your chest covered in my cum for the whole day ahead.</span><br />
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So today we're going to see if Nasty Girls are really what the guys are looking for. Well I think what guys really want are the good girls, the quiet girls, the girls that can be at home in the library, but then when the doors are closed, well that's when they show their nasty side. Hope that whatever mood you're in you enjoy this song!</div>
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When you opened it, I was there, on all fours, a collar around my neck and my leash in my mouth looking up at you. You smiled, and squealed a little, as you grabbed the leash and lead me into your office. You closed the door behind me before bringing me over to your office chair. “Sit.”<br>
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I sat down, my butt wiggling because I was excited to see you, but I was good and did as you requested. Then you sat down in your chair. I couldn’t control myself, I jumped, my front hands landing on your legs and I started to lick your face eagerly.<br>
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“Oh?” I said, a little confused, a little intrigued. “What kind of surprise?”<br>
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Hubby’s smile broadened as he answered. “She is upstairs waiting for you!”<br>
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Just hearing that made my cock stir to life. “Well, what are we standing around here for? Let’s not keep her waiting.”<br>
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Hubby shook his head. “No, she’s waiting for You.” Hubby emphasizes the you. “She had so much fun last time she wanted this and asked me to give you her. There’s a camera that’s going to video you guys so afterwards I’ll get to see and we’ll have something to remember this night. You’ll get a copy as well, a memento of good times.”<br>
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I just kind of stared a little incredulous. You decided to explain it in terms that I’d understand with no ambiguity. “I’m going to wait down here, and the two of you are going to have fun, the only rule being you can’t fuck her ass, that’s mine. When you’re done, you’ll come down here and I’ll go up for my turn.”<br>
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“Are you sure man?” I asked, my mouth watering, my cock fully erect. I didn’t want there to be an issue later.<br>
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“Yes, we both are. She wants this so badly!”<br>
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show, eyes glued to the screen as you got lost in the plot. I should know better than to want your
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Seeing how you were on the edge of the couch, it didn’t take
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strong, and besides, I was around whenever you needed me, your favorite show
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When I walk into the room you are lying their naked, a smile on your lips. Slowly, you spread your legs wide, letting your aroma waif up and fill the space between us. My gaze moves from your eyes and glides down your body in tandem with your hands.<br>
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You place your left hand on your mound and move it over to your leg, spreading yourself open for me. Then, deliberately, you take your right middle finger and run it over your clit. You let out a moan as you tease your body. It wasn’t enough and you start tapping it with your index finger, sending pleasure throughout your core.<br>
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You’re licking your lips as you grab your clit hood and start rolling it between your fingers. I’m watching as your juices leak out of your slit and glisten in the warm light from the candles. I move my gaze back to your adorable face and I can see the glint of lust in your eyes.<br>
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Your breath is starting to become ragged and you breathe in sharply. As you exhale you manage to form words, “Want a little taste?”<br>
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Satisfy: </b>Today I am lucky to have Christina Mandara visit my blog. With a talent for BDSM and Pony Play stories,
Christina is someone you should take notice of.
Besides that she is such a very supportive erotica author, always
helping out others spread the word. Thanks
for taking some time to sit down with me, can you please tell me a little bit
about yourself?</span></span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUTU4mmfagPqqhnh6IAMb30-V1cTsG9Z7pSxxPPKLNpDPkIrTVxDtABHTUx7E15uxwKjyvwCoCrR1wykVYMjgfJgeDHF2Njd44evoN18Q84D1_HIG-Guz7Pv29AgemZ8xJAT4hFmqQ2c/s1600/aa112.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Christina Mandara</b>: Well, I'm a glass half-full
rather than half-empty kinda person. I'm one of these people that always
has to be doing something. I love
exploring and travelling. I've trekked over most of Europe and seen a lot of
the world, although there's still plenty more I'd like to see. New Zealand and
Cambodia are on the top of my travel list at the moment, but there will be
many more. Whenever I pack my suitcase I'll always pop in a pair of
trainers. I've run under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and in the middle
of rice paddy fields and bamboo in Japan. Rain doesn't deter me but it does dampen
my enthusiasm a little.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Monsieur Martinet, vampire extraordinaire, is a master of his kind and can
exert the kind of control over humans that Violetta has never seen before. He
is a powerful force. He may well be unstoppable. And that's going to be a
problem, because Violetta has killed every single one of Martinet's monstrous
family - and he has a score to settle. </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">
He's going to abduct her, imprison her, and then tie her down until she begs
for mercy. And that's only the beginning...</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJ8aTwe7b7i5_6NQg9Etb_ocOuWslvk94XVfcc3MGhBnKuOgY-9mG0cFDVRxmOE4SNI83_m3C5T27DapVV1gj8vRKOI9Yk-CBg3xL5w1QHHLAny1nR9UcFr8GHlvkSibAFclsJAvwuNA/s1600/91kTKFVQqGL._SL1500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I prefer hot weather to cold, am a quick learner,
never stop daydreaming and wear impossibly high heels whenever I get the
chance. I'm addicted to strong black coffee and chocolate. I think
the best thing about being a writer is the research side of things. I'm a
curious, inquisitive beast and am always asking questions. </span></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>JS: </b>Wow, sounds like you’re always moving and
exploring. Must be hard to find time to
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>CM: </b> Haha! All my business and activity doesn't mean I
can't sit still. Writing can keep me chained to a chair for a
couple of hours straight on occasion (not in the kinky fashion alas!) -
when I've got a good plot line to get down.
It’s not just writing either. I also
enjoy getting busy in the kitchen - especially with spicy dishes. I'm a
fan of Thai and Indian cooking, but have had a go at a few Japanese dishes,
too. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</b>Sounds yummy! I love spicy dishes myself. Do you cook off of
recipes or are you one to just experiment and see what you come up with?</span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 20.7000007629395px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>CM:</b> Haha! Back in the days when I was a control freak, I used to follow recipes to the letter and do exactly as the cookbook said. Now days, I've learnt that even if you do follow the instructions, things don't always go to plan - so a little improvisation here and there can come in handy. With Thai dishes especially, I hover over the pan and add a little more coriander, a little more lime, a lot more chilli, more sugar, more fish sauce etc until I get the required result. I am usually the laughing stock of the house as I work, but I get my own back... I can stand the heat of my cooking and I don't mean temperature wise ;) I have reduced several household members to tears, but they all refuse to beaten by a women, so.... WEG.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b>JS:
</b>Sounds like you bring the heat not just to your stories! Sounds like you
try to take creative chances. What something that you created that
surprised you?</span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>CM:</b> A whole series of books on pony play?
It was written as one of those little naughty fantasies you have when the
lights go out and for a giggle, I thought I'd send it to a couple of publishers
who were sure to have heart failure when they received it. One did
(the reply letter was quite something I can tell you!) but the other
one (Chimera Books) loved it... and Pony Tales was born.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then one novella became three and I've
added in another three novels besides. I'm still amazed they've sold. It's
largely down to the fact that 50 Shades of Grey has opened up the world to
the idea of kink and I think it's a wonderful thing. I remember
exploring naughty fantasies through books when I was first introduced to kink -
this was back in the days when you had to get them off the top shelves in book
stores. Erotica has now become one of the most popular genres on Amazon due to
the advent of the eReader and long may that continue. Now I can read my
naughty books wherever I like and no-one is any the wiser...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b>JS: </b>Well I'm glad not all publishing houses said
Nay to your book. Are these themes typical of your writings?</span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>CM:</b> Pony
Girls? Oh, I don't think so. It was just a fun place to start. I'm
now finishing up the sixth and final book in the pony tales series, and then
I'll complete my paranormal, steamy romance series 'Evading Death.' I like
writing about non-consent or dubious consent because I think it makes for a
great plot and sizzling dynamics between the characters. I like my
heroines feisty and my heroes are alpha male, dominant types that know how to
tame their women. It's a delicious fantasy world that I immerse myself in
daily! I've always liked reading these types of books myself, 'pure escapism,'
I guess you'd call it - but it's very satisfying to see your work in print and
I'm still awed that people actually read my little offerings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I could just as happily write along the lines of
romance, science fiction or satire, if I put my mind to it. I have so many
stories buzzing around inside my head, I'm positive I'll never manage to write
them all down. I think the common theme for my writing will be 'BDSM,' though,
and you'll more often than not see some steamy sex scenes in them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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it's a curse. My head is constantly buzzing with characters, and more often
than not they're aren't in the book I'm currently writing. Trying
get rid of the voices in my head isn't easy LOL! On the plus side, it's going
to be a while before I run out of stories. I have so many unfinished
manuscripts on my laptop, it's scary.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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manage to finish or am under obligation to finish from my publisher at the
moment. I need to work on my time management skills. Hopefully, in a year or
two's time, I'll be able to finish a few more of my projects. I need someone to
lock me away in my writing cave... or chain me to my laptop. Hmm, I like that
idea, might have to see if I can find a volunteer who can stand behind me with
a bullwhip or something.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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what it's like to have so many story ideas floating around all the time, it's
finding the time and the place for them to come out and play that's
tough. What part of a book is the hardest part for you to write?</span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the non-sexy in-between stuff. I love writing the naughty bits
and like a bit of drama - but sometimes, to connect one part of the story
to another you need to be a little descriptive and paint
pictures for your reader. I'm not so good at the descriptive side of
things, but I'm working on it. I could write dialogue all day, but descriptions
of houses, places and people... I struggle. Memo to me... must try harder
(and must stop thinking about sex all the time!).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>CM:</b> The 'Desiring
Death' vampire TPE stories were really easy to write. The words just flowed and
I ended up writing my quickest novel yet, in about three months (which is
quick for me!) The 'Pony Tales' take considerably longer. There's
much more research involved and because I'm at book six in the
series, I have to be careful with continuity details etc. I love writing the
really naughty stuff, but bizarrely - it takes me far longer. Go
figure! It is a good outlet for my rather over-active imagination, though.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The trouble with me, is that I love starting things.
Finishing things is a different kettle of fish entirely... I have lots of
projects around the house that will attest to this fact. Ahem.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>CM:</b> I most
certainly do! I've been working on a little vampire BDSM project. It has a
total power exchange theme, which is one of my favourite things, with a twist.
The vampire can control every single action the huntress (who is human)
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So they have a little stand-off and the feisty
heroine thinks she's got things all in the bag and wrapped up as she prepares
to kill the vamp, and then Monsieur Martinet let's the cat out of the bag. He's
about to have his revenge for all the deaths she's bestowed upon his coven by
controlling her body from the inside out. My usual sarcasm and irreverent
humour can be found floating around, too :)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b>JS: </b>How can my readers keep up with you?</span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>CM:</b> If anyone
would like more information, I can be stalked here: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CPMandara" target="_blank">FaceBook</a> for
silly jokes, naughty pictures and general blog updates. You can find me
tweeting using the handles <a href="https://twitter.com/cpmandara" target="_blank">@cpmandara</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/naughtynell101" target="_blank">@naughtynell101</a>. <a href="http://christinamandara.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">My blog</a> is
full of little snippets from my upcoming works - namely 'The Ties That Bind,'
and BDSM related articles. If you want to friend me on GoodReads (and please
do!) you can find me here: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7113521.C_P_Mandara" target="_blank">GoodReads</a>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you're just after books and some sexy reading
material, hop on over to my Amazon author page and have a giggle at my covers.
See if you can spot the ones I designed ~grin~ Amazon Author
Page: <a href="http://author.to/CPMandara" target="_blank">http://author.to/CPMandara</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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death, so successful not a single vampire has ever managed to escape her wooden
stakes or evade her silver knives. Her name is Violetta, and all that is about
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 20.7000007629395px;">‘Ready to call me God yet?’ He brought his head up out of the water, shook his hair to get rid of the excess water and watched as he splattered her body with tiny pearls of water, lit up by nothing more than the wan light of a waxing moon. While they were on the subject of waxing, that hair she had down there would have to go, but he’d issue his demands later. Right now, he wanted her limp, panting and breathless.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; line-height: 20.7000007629395px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">‘You’re an asshole.’ His princess had the most delicious temper. He wondered if they should work to subdue it or if he would let it have full reign and then show her the consequences of such displays of emotion. They would not be tolerated in the vampire world, and even though he was not yet positive he would change her, the odds of it happening were beginning to look ever more favourable.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 20.7000007629395px;">He suckled and tongued. Flicked, forked, pulsated and tickled, and just as her face creased up tightly with the painful effort of holding her orgasm back, he stopped. He withdrew his tongue, licked his lips and tilted his head towards her with the biggest smile on his face.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 20.7000007629395px;">‘You call me an asshole again and I’ll stretch this tight little hole of yours to proportions you would not believe possible.’ Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, he pressed his now lubricated fingers against the smaller, puckered hole that was a touch further down and pressed forward for entry.</span></span></div>
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</div><a href="http://eroticsatisfiction.blogspot.com/2015/03/interviews-and-excitement.html#more">Read more »</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816352965380485632.post-84913342292629335152015-02-13T06:00:00.000-05:002015-02-14T11:56:44.659-05:00Updates and A StoryWow, it's been way too long since I've been writing. The last year has been crazy, preparing for a large move, followed by the move, followed by a new job hunt, followed by getting into the swing of things at the job. Crazy.<br>
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But during all that time I missed writing. I missed interviewing. I missed being a part of this wonderful community. The friends I made have been great, but I was too busy to keep up with them.<br>
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Well this is changing now. Over the next few weeks I'm going to be slowly working up to more posts, and more consistent posts. I hopefully will have a new book released in the coming months as well, but we shall see what that time frame is. Still it feels good to be back.<br>
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As a little thank you for your patience, I have a little story I wrote over on my <a href="http://eroticsatisfiction.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">tumblr</a> blog. This was inspired by a set of lovely photos, so go check out the blog and see what other treats I've got buried there. Some of the stories will be making their way over to this blog, others will not. I do have some fun things planned for both.<br>
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"Bend over." As soon as the words are out of my mouth I see you move. You know that I’m in a mood today and you don’t want me to have any excuse.<br>
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<a href="http://eroticsatisfiction.blogspot.com/2015/02/wow-its-been-way-too-long-since-ive.html#more">Read more »</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816352965380485632.post-38277560839864221292014-11-10T19:02:00.000-05:002014-11-10T19:02:33.492-05:00It's Been Too LongWell I know it's been a while since I've posted here. I've been busy with moving, finding a new job, and getting a new apartment into shape. My mind has been racing with some wonderfully sinful thoughts to satisfy my fans, however time to type those fantasies up has been hard to come by. That won't be the case forever, and I'm working on coming back strong in a short bit. But I'm also working on new ways to share my works. Want a new story? Please visit my new Tumblr to read my latest short, Waking Thoughts. It's at <a href="http://eroticsatisfiction.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">eroticsatisfiction.tumblr.com</a>! Thanks for you continued support.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698304192173009677noreply@blogger.com2