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Cara's Top Ten Resolutions - 2011

Happy New Year!

Resolution #1: Not to get out of bed unless I absolutely have to.

Resolution #2: Stretch more. It feels good.

Resolution #3: Demand more strokes.

Resolution #4: Have more cake & orgasms, together if possible.

Resolution #5: Be happier about being me, even if other people aren't. Confidence is key, even if it needs breaking in.

Resolution #6: Own more shoes, especially Pleaser Bordello & Irregular Choice.

Resolution #7: Actually hit my goal weight, and get to a shape I actually like.

Resolution #8: Be even wilder, more adventurous, bolder, more direct, blunt, honest, openminded, kinky, sexual, predatorial, fearless and determined.

Resolution #9: Do something about my sex toy dependency... retraining required!

Resolution #10: Sort out Christmas before October!

Cara

xxx

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The best orgasm I never thought I'd have...

I simply must write to share what happened last night... the best orgasm of my life, I never thought it could feel like this...


The evening had included friends around the fireside, Harlot (my girlfriend) being unwell, sadly and being mostly tended to by Chayat (her boyfriend), although Sable (her husband and mine and Chayat's boyfriend - yes it's complicated, lol) and I helped as much as we could. Minnie had been around but left after the chores were completed so as to be out of the way. 


So. How do I get to the best orgasm ever from that?


The friends all left, Harlot and Chayat were tucked up soundly in another room, so Harlot could attempt to get a good night's sleep in peace. After sharing many old photographs and building the frames of each other's history, as is the way in relationships, Sable and I eventually decided in the very small hours that we should ascend to bed also...


I had my evening wash and continued to the bedroom where I found Sable grinning inanely and acting very suspicious... I did mention this but he simply responded it was because we were going to be snuggling up naked together! He often makes little comments like this, that give me a frisson of pleasure, like little happy bubbles rising and popping in my heart, reminding me of the active and not static nature of our feelings for each other.


I quickly stripped off for him, to which I could physically see his pleasure... and I jumped into bed next to him. The room was quite cold, as we rely on our fires to warm the Manor we live in, and the bedroom had been left unattended all day. However, luckily we do enjoy and maintain close physical contact so the heat rapidly returns...


We quickly moved into a more relaxed mode of cuddling, stroking and enjoying being naked together, our hands and fingers roaming just as much as our tongues were placed deep into each others mouths, and riding over each others faces and necks.


He wanted me and made it very clear. I wanted him too. I always do, at any time of the day or night.. wherever he wishes to have me.


He uttered one statement to me... 'but... we shouldn't...' and I instantly understood. We shouldn't. It's so wrong. He will get into trouble. I was trying to seduce him, make him weak, get him to sleep with me. The deliciously cruel, taunting, saucy wanton young tart trying to lure him into sex with her, to have her wicked way with him, to possibly use it against him with whichever authority. 


A hint of an age difference. A hint of his authority over me in some field... school, college? He does like me in the uniforms...


Him in the professional capacity. Me just so young, inexperienced, never having experienced a man before, a cock. Always wanting. A first crush. So new and eager to be trained, taught, moulded into whatever he wills. But I have to seduce him...


I tell him all this. I want him so much. I've been dreaming of him you see. Every night, as I touch my forbidden areas, the naughty parts of me that ache and throb with a need I cannot understand, a new feeling to my youthful body, so charged with an urgent insistent desire, and it's all for him. Dreaming that it is his flesh that touches me there, first fingers then something altogether more dangerous, more naughty. That it is his erotic juices upon my tongue, instead of merely my wet fingers that I suck on as I sleep, dreaming that he is coating my tongue and throat instead, that the remnant taste in my mouth is of his lust that he has spilled into me...


With this, he utters an animalistic growl and grabs my hair, having wavered and pleaded that 'we shouldn't', for too long now. My head forced lower. I'm asked if I trust him. I say, yes. Of course. I'll do whatever you want. Teach me. I won't tell anyone. I promise.


His cock is straining and bouncing... wanting my mouth. My tongue reaches out for that first warm, taste, that need that fills my nerve endings, from the first touch of my lips against his glistening head to when I have him fully in my mouth and fucking against my throat, 1fucking it ragged.


It is so big. I tell him this. He agrees, yet mercilessly continues. 


My mouth struggles to take him yet I continue. I make out like it's my first time, to please him. I am sucking yet not too hard... and this teasing just creates more tension, more desire, we are both audibly yearning. I suck on him. Suck, suck, suck. He drags me up and flips me over.....




My legs spread apart. Yet again asked if I trust him. Yes. But... a thought. Will you hurt me? No, of course not, he says with a small smile. Will you be gentle? Yes... I'll be gentle, he says. 


His eyes betray him. I'm glad.


Then... his fingers. Spreading my profuse wetness from my need over my arse. Waiting and wanting. Him, pressing at me. Wanting me there. NO.. no. Small voice. Please. It's not right, it's.... dirty. It's all new to me. Please. Have mercy.


Shhhhh.... he hushes me. Soft, soft, tender kisses to my ear, even whilst his cock is still placed directly at my entrance while he is over me like the sexual predator he is. I calm slightly. 


He hands me something. To help, he says. I look. I have a small, powerful toy. It's easy to use. It's perfect. I crouch, first on hands and knees with him behind, then resting completely on the side of my face, hair messed and in ravish mode about me, and on my shoulders, my arms and hands underneath me, positioning the small tool to my clit, causing more outpouring of my want, and opening me up like petals in sunlight.


He enters me then... just the head to start with. I still jolt. He takes me some more. Bit by bit, he enters me. The slowness, compared to normal, just notches up the tension a thousand-fold. He knows this. He knows all this and uses it.


Then... he slides in with ease. Completely. I moan, a low guttral, animal, catlike wail of want and satisfaction all at once in a beautiful oxymoronic poem.


We continue like this for a while. His hand on my hair, taking me, ravaging me as he wills. 


I need to cum. I really must, must orgasm.


I raise up, I need to be up, off my shoulders, I need to straighten. He brings his arm round my front, and in a practised move without even leaving me once he tilts me up, still inside me perfectly. Other hand moves to the base of my spine, pushing me both down, and out, at the same time, keeping him in prime deep position and jutting out my breasts, making me feel a spectacle, his toy, used for his purposes and desires. I'm at the edge... so close...


I am losing myself on this ocean of electrifying vision, the sensations crackle across the surface of my skin and all other conscious thought is gone, nothing else exists but the feelings... the feelings, my god they are so strong, like nothing else. He is fucking me hard now, so so violently taking me... his hand around my waist pushing me down onto him, his other creeps up and wrenches me firmly by the neck as if I were an actual kitten taken by the scruff... my head falls back onto him. He presses his hand tighter still.. my air... it cuts off. I feel nothing but him and the need. He is one with me and we are in unison. Sex was invented for us, for this moment. It is purely magical. Like nothing before. 


I cum with a loud, wailing scream... at the very split second that he releases into me too, pumping his huge load directly to my core, emptying his want into his receptacle, his vessel, his whore-kitten.


I think I fainted at that point.


When I am conscious again I am next to him. 


He is holding me. He asks me things. There are words... I used to understand them. I am struggling, I have no words. I cannot form anything coherent. I cannot even move. I send the signal to my leg to move and it goes into a small frenzy then gives up. Breathless, speechless and paralysed, barely conscious. The best orgasm I ever had, the most love I've ever felt and the most intense sensational spectacle of a sexual experience I have been a part of.


The first words I can say? I love you. He is amused that I cannot speak. This feels like nothing for him, that he can do this. That he can reduce me to this. I cannot quite conceive that he thinks this is normal, how normal people have sex. This is something amazing.


Second thing I can say? I can't actually move. This amuses him greatly. Hmmm I sense I made a mistake in that admission; or did I? ~smiles~


I feel him moving about me. There cannot possibly be more. He is cleaning himself now, all fresh and new. He is behind me spooning me, ahhh so comforting. Then... his hands between my legs, delving into that puddle of post-coital wetness, finding and feeling me. Then his cock, hard again, entering me. But.. but.... I can't move!


I know, he whispers in my ear. I'm taking advantage of you. And you love it too, don't you, you little whore. He knows I do.


He continues like this for a while, contenting himself with violating my worn out, paralysed and sex ridden and filled body, literally using me like a toy, a ragdoll for his own pleasure, benefit and need. 


Then the final, delicious, whispered reminder: just keep in mind...


... I've now had every one of your holes tonight and I can have them at any time I choose and there's nothing you can do to stop me...


I melt....


He takes me there once again. I can finally move slightly, enough to gently curl my fingers around him as his cock nestles inside my pussy, as he wraps himself around me, and we fall asleep like that, completely sated, fulfilled, satisfied, understood, wrong in all the right ways, complete deviant perfection together.


xxx

A Pulsating Pleasure Prayer

My vibrator,
Which brings me heaven, Rabbit be thy name.
You make me cum, 
You bring such fun.
On earth- or is it heaven? Give me this day my daily thrill, 
And forgive me my screams as I forgive those who sell me flat batteries, 
Lead me straight into temptation.
Deliver me from frustration. 
For thine is the vibration, the power and rotation.
For ever and ever-

No men.

I slept locked up last night....

...ankles and wrists restrained to the bed. Although naturally Dominant I do enjoy bondage and playing games, as long as they satisfy some longing for me of course!


We had been out for the evening, drink and good food intermingling with a glorious sense of relaxation, turning to enjoyment of each other and desire for more fulfilment. 


Once home it didn't take long for us to begin to indulge these carnal desires and we spent hours once again enjoying each other. A certain someone may have dressed as a naughty school girl... ~blushes~


He secured me into the two sets of chained together cuffs and secured the wrist ones around the head of the bed. I laid all night, stretched out, next to him, ready for his teasing and torment whenever he wished it.


Not only that but he left me one parting shot of evil before sleep... a bullet turned on, set nestled between my lips, the tip resting on my clit....


... and left like that all night until the battery died.

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.

Busy Buzzy Sexy Saucy

Hello beautiful sexy lovelies :)

I am a lil busy worker bee lately! Just an apology really for not blogging all that much but I have been spending more and more time becoming engrossed in all things either Sapphic (hurrah for lesbianism) and/or Sextoys!

Chatting at The Vibe, hanging at the Sextoys Facebook page and Twitter, talking to all the lovely Vibe forum members and discussing orgasms.

I am also moving very shortly so I have been rushed off my feet with preparations for this, and a new job thrown into the mix!

Hope to have more regular posts for you very shortly! In the meantime feel free to comment about any spankings you may wish to dole out.

Lots of sexy love and orgasms ...

Cara

xxx

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