Choking on Love

I'm lying, fairly spent, dizzy, empty headed and happy after another energetic, frenzied session. The sheets are twisted and rumpled, around and between us. Our bodies hot and coated in a light sheen while we lay partially across each other, not sure where one ends and the other begins. 


My eyes are closed but flicker open for the reassurance of his presence, still there, still with me, holding, stroking intermittently and making love noises. 


I sense he wants more, more from me and more, just more. So do I, despite the tides of physical lethargy which my lustful appetite is fighting against.


He reaches over and puts his hand to my throat, fingers closing round my throat. His growling whisper, close to my ear, 'I want you to cum for me. Cum like this, right now...'


I react, loving my body's involuntary reactions as well as my surging need causing the previously ebbing tendrils of passion to catch alight and burst into flame once more. 


He presses against my then, his other hand holding the wand to my clit, over my pussy, dancing it over and around, then aggressively holding it tight against my protesting clit once more. The bar through my clit catches and the pain only serves to heighten my rush towards that orgasmic light.


His fingers close, vice-like, round my throat. I'm drifting... caught on that sea of need, torn between the instinctive need to breathe and sacrificing that for him. Gasping, spluttering when I can, catching snippets of air whenever he wills and allows it through to me, trusting he will feed me enough to stay conscious. 


My mind is left free and clear, blanking out everything except the insistent stimulation at the very core of my need to peak, to orgasm, to obey, to please. He wants this of me, and I can achieve this. I want this, he will watch. He tells me in that soft voice, but firm and clear, this is how it will be.


I feel myself toppling over that edge... just at that point he chokes off all air and I fall into the seemingly never-ending well of explosive, chaotic, spine grabbing and nerve-ending sizzling sensation.


I finally recover enough, I open my eyes. He has released me.. He smiles. I smile back.


'I love you...'


'I love you too'


We kiss.


Perfection. 

Fountain of Orgasms

It's simply amazing sleeping with him.


I love how he takes me, forcefully, but more than that I love how easily I bring him right to the edge, within minutes sometimes. Yet it's always his choice to cum or to wait. The sexual frisson of excitement flows from that very first, electric touch between us. 


I simply have to remove my clothes, slide next to him or on top of him, our bodies meeting, that charge sparking once again and he responds instantly to my touch. I love that underlying sense  of power. I turn him on, I excite him, he wants me, I can bring him fulfillment.


We spent hours last night exploring one another inside and out, in all ways. He can orgasm a multitude of times, I know I am lucky. I'm learning new methods of deep throating, techniques where it feels to him like I don't even require breath. His cock head buried deep actually past my throat, being able to swallow him without gagging too much but at the same time choking and enjoying being strangled, audibly as I know he loves to hear the piteous moans, the violent spasms, the desperate ragged calls for breath, for life. 


He loves to feel my pussy twitch as we are almost 69 laying side by side, his fingers thrusting deep inside me, as I close around him clenching with my strong pelvic floor muscles while I'm gasping my love as his cock invades my mouth, my throat, beyond.


It was like this that he so soon began to fountain his cum into my mouth, gasping his love for me, the words spilling from his mouth almost as fast as the cum shooting hot down my throat, on and on it kept coming. I'm swallowing fast, experience shows, but there is ever more, like a faucet. 


I can't believe I made him faint through oral sex. It. Was. Amazing.


What a fantastic night. It didn't stop there of course. The whole night (almost!) was filled with sex of a previously incomparable nature.


We fucked every which way, not even just fucking but making love, whispering our love to each other interspersed with the usual vehement promises, threats, minxy kittenesque pleas and other loving violence.


I've never before been as fully satisfied, as with him. I adore who he is, the whole package. Everything.


I love him so much.

Stolen

He moves stealthily, seductively, between light and shadow, between purity and evil. Flickering like a candle flame in my breast, teasing with illumination and heat, yet ready to be gone from me at any time.

We burn more intensely together. I am fire, he is on the cusp. Sometimes cooling to my temperament, sometimes stoking so I actually exude heat, I am so aflame with desire and need.

The way he grasps me, shoves me down, whether pinning by the neck above me or plunging inside by holding onto my hips behind. Stealing my breaths entirely so I'm on the edge of consciousness. Driving me up against the wall, taking me in a passionate frenzy whenever, wherever. The middle of the night to the middle of my morning shower. Half way through a meal. When the desire takes him he will be there, hard, insistent, wanting, demanding but all with a seductive overwhelming innocence, love, admiration, respect, chivalry.

I feel flattered to be so whored, so abused, so taken.

He wants me and I will provide.

There is an iron quality to his eyes, and his will is steel, immovable and unbreakable. It is his will but with the proper tempering and treatment he has compassion enough to move where he is motivated to go.

I have no idea where this is all going to end but I am enjoying the whirlwind tumble down the deviant well of desire...

Before, I was taking my time, completely certain I was fine where I was, I was happy to cut out potentially hurtful parts of life, past experiences teaching me not to trust. Then he comes along, finds me, the real me, picks me up and ravages me until I cannot and will not resist.

Worrying, in some ways, yet in others... not worrying at all.

There is yet more... more to this part of the story and other parts you know not of yet... but do you want to hear?

Soothing satisfaction at the end of the day...

I love that time of the day where I get to switch off, unwind, just finish all communications with the world and relax.

I switch the world off and he switches me on.

Undressing, washing, changing into something loose and easily removeable I flop next to him on the sofa, exhausted. I am cleansed and natural, hair loose and wild, naked face. Noone else sees me like this, I am vulnerable, almost child-like.

I move closer to him, letting him know it's ok to enter my personal space. I am sensitive about the immediate space around me, noone enters it without permission. Remnants of long, locked up badness in those boxes at the far corners of my mind prevent movements towards me that I am unprepared for, some parts of me almost ruined.

Broken toy that I am, he is patient and kind and knows my body language. I let him pull me towards him, close into him, snuggled, safe, content.

He slips one hand into my clothes, a familiar movement, not sexual in itself, yet somehow all our touches with each other have the fibres of sexuality entwined with them.

I am laying across him, my head on his chest, his hand gently stroking up my spine, his other hand either laying across me or from time to time, touching my face, stroking my hair.

His need becomes pressing beneath me after a while and I smile to myself. He gives a low huff, something like petulance, and I giggle softly.

We play like this for a time, with soft touches to each other, no more than a few words spoken, just quiet or some background noise to half-focus on.

The motion and feel of his touch on my body lulls me into a drowsy, just before sleep state. Soft, fragile, ready for bed.

He lifts me firmly and we ascend to the room, the shared nest where we meet at the end of each day. Pulling from me gently what little clothes I wear, he places me into bed and joins me there.

I am exhausted but I still want him to take me, he does so... lovingly, thoroughly, ravishingly.

We sleep entangled, the deep sleep of the sated.

Xcite Nookii In the Mood for Love Box

Nookii In The Mood For Love

I was lucky enough to win this gorgeous gift box from the wonderful people at Xcite, due to a competition they were running on their FaceBook page!

So not only do I have lots of lovely erotic fiction from them but also some gorgeous boudoir sex toys and novelties too!

This set comprises:

Pack of Love Action Cards

Fluffy Pink Blindfold

The Pearl: A chic nodular ended designer waterproof 7 function vibrator for her

The Tickler: A sensual pearly coloured designer sleeve for him

Do Not Disturb Door Sign

This is a sweet & romantic set to buy as either a gift for loved up friends or as a loving treat between couples. I love how the items are presented in a ribbon topped tubular box, very gift-like and well packed inside.

The items enclosed are luxurious and well made. The money's worth is really in the lady's vibrator, which is highly satisfying. 7 functions, powerful vibrations and waterproof sleek design all combine to make this a vibrator that you will love owning and using!

Topping the vibrator and the man's 'sleeve' is a nodular sphere, an unusual addition but one that heightens pleasure play to the max. I would advise you put the sleeve on him when he is hard, it would be too difficult to grapple with the logistics of placing the sleeve on him in any other way!

The vibrator takes two AAA batteries which are easily inserted into the screw off end. Once the cap is returned to place, the vibrator is turned on and off with one end button while the other allows you to scroll through the 7 exciting functions.

The man's sleeve is rubbery and stretchy, a slim latex-style material that stretches to fit any penis size. You can also use this on a finger or two. This can be worn inside out to give the man some very unique sensations too! This is a delightful addition and can be used in many ways, your imagination is your only limit!

The action cards 'bundle' contains an information leaflet on the set, as well as a fold out 'Do Not Disturb' door sign that I will be using plenty in the future especially at my frequent filthy hotel stays!

The action cards contain handy and helpful sensual tips, hints and ideas to really maximise the session for lovers. The 'Mindset', 'In Preparation' and 'Thoughtful Extras' cards are to be read first, these give you all the basic and essential advice and techniques to prepare yourself for a loving, fulfilling experience.

The fold out door sign is small and sweet, using the striking and romantic pink/purple colours of the Nookii company itself.

The blindfold is pink, fluffy on the front side and satin against the eyes, with light padding. The stretchy, scrunchy style back will help to ensure this fits most people and gives a flirty edge to proceedings. Blindfold her and use the Pearl sleeve as a body massager (inside and out) whilst combined with your favourite water based lubricant!

All in all this is a gorgeous, well designed, sweetly packaged romantic gift set that any lovers would be happy to receive.

Click here to buy yours today, or why not check out the rest of the luxurious Nookii range of toys and gifts?

Have fun and stay sexy!

A Weekend in Wonderland

Once again I have been lucky enough to enjoy an entirely decadent weekend, while my gorgeous man took care of the little one. Daddy and mini-me went out mid morning Saturday, leaving me to get on with the arduous task of bathing, preening, polishing and pampering myself in readiness for Kitty, and the afternoon and evening's planned adventures.

Mike came over at 1pm as previously arranged and helped tidy the place, well a girl can't be breaking a nail doing the housework! Not when she must be looking her best for her sex kitten.


I was excited to meet up with Kitty again, despite the fact there has only been a maximum of a week between physical contact. I do tend to pine from the day after seeing her though! Entirely addicted. *sigh*


We met up with Kitty and her man in a lovely traditional English themed pub near to the cinema and enjoyed quiet chat and drinks. Kitty and I could barely keep our hands from each other, even in such a public and busy setting!

Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland was lovely, humorous, gothic, eccentric, fun and with a wardrobe I would love to own. Mike had chores to complete so left us at this juncture. Kitty, her man and I visited the restaurant next door afterwards, as I, for one, was sure I would need the fuel for the long evening ahead. I couldn't wait.


After a teasing 2 hour cinema trip where we were prevented from much more than hand holding and innuendo, then a meal, we were all but racing back to her home in order to fully enjoy one another.

Who better to provide the backdrop to our raunchy erotic liaison than P!nk? Her latest Funhouse DVD is amazing and I must watch it at every opportunity... Kitten and I both have a penchant for her strong, assertive, independent attitude. Also helps that she is smoking HOT of course!




Without restraint we were able to indulge in each other, with the addition of delicious ice cream, chocolates and sparkling wine. Kitty had sweetly had a t-shirt printed especially for the occasion, identifying her as 'Cara's Plaything'! She is cuteness personified. Fun and arousal intensified as the hours flew past and the clothes disappeared even more rapidly.


She is so beautiful. Her body is perfect. Just running my hands over her, even while she is clothed, makes me want to strip her naked then and there and have her completely, for hours.


We eventually moved from the lounge to her bedroom and the comfort of her bed. I had brought a new strap on harness and dildo to try out and some of the pina colada lube from the mixed box of ten sachets I'd received recently and she had a toy box already filled with wonderful novelties and sex toys.


We absolutely devoured each other, in all ways. Tongues and teeth toying with nipples, hands stroking and manipulating, fingers probing and delving, arse squeezing, body licking, nipple rubbing, frottage and tribbing.


The pina colada lube was sweet and tasted rather strongly of coconut, whereas I prefer the taste of kitten! I was pleased to 'have' to lick it all out of the way so that I could delve my tongue into her time and time again, flicking over her hard clit until she shuddered and exploded in her climax.


After mutual oral fun we decided to try out the fun looking new Vac U Lock harness and G-Spot dildo attachment I'd bought.


Turns out Kitty is a secret strap-on Queen, fucking me to ecstasy and keeping me on the brink of climax for seemingly hours before eventually we collapsed in our shared climaxes, hot, wet, sticky, exhausted and satisfied.


Finally we crawled under the sheets and held each other, talking until we fell asleep from sheer exhaustion at around 4am. A perfect end to the perfect Saturday.


I woke with a feeling of resentment that it wasn't still the night before... time with her always goes so fast. Sunday. Day of rest. Surely it would be ok to stay in bed? We cuddled but I knew I had responsibilities to return to and she had her partner and work to attend to.


Also, I had the very real worry that if I didn't make an early start from escaping the sheets, I may be trapped in the base musky mix of love juice and lubricant forever. A shower was definitely in order.


Quick nose, forehead and nipple kisses and we separated to wash, make breakfasts, meet our partners, try and get back to reality. A sadness in coming back to normality and down from the erotic highs of our passionate liaisons but also pleasure in meeting and cuddling our men again.


When we eventually left kitten's home at 4pm, I had to literally be towed away!


Sunday evening was spent with a deep feeling of contentment as the erotic and sensual memories kept washing over me, serving up new remnants of the night before each time.


My man and I took delight in relaxing with a lovely bottle of chilled white and catching up with each other. Some comfort food, a music DVD and laying in his arms made for a romantic early evening.


Later on, I was delighted when he intimated that he wanted to have some more fun.

We started with the luxurious warmth of our Blackcurrant JimmyJane candle and as the slippery softness was massaged all over my back I could feel my wetness already eager for him.


His hands are so big and strong, working out any kinks and knots in my back, smoothing the silky oil deep into my muscles and down to my lower back. Over my womanly curves, hips and bum and fingers delving inbetween...


Too fast, I had to slow down... take it easy.. I got him to turn over and I massaged him fully, not easy as my hands always hurt. His back is so wide and his bum is so hard, my wrists feel like they will snap if I try and manipulate the knots out of his rugged muscles!


I ended up massaging him in the best way. Him on his back, my hands readying another suddenly hard part of him and using the oil as a lubricant. We do not use condoms so the natural ingredients contained in the JimmyJane oil was fine for us to intimately share.

The time came for me to replace my hands around his straining, throbbing hardness; in time, so did we. A perfect dance of partners joined in the rhythm of love, moving synonomously with that mental connection you only have with your other half, knowing how hard, how fast, where to press, how to gyrate... when they are close to exploding in that blinding dizzying flash of nerve endings and complete body shuddering orgasms...


We fell asleep with me on his chest, both naked, both once again exhausted and satisfied in equal measure.



I could really get used to waking up sticky and content!