going to NY

Well, I'm going to New York this week, so I don't know if I'll be able to post again until I'm back. Hope you've enjoyed what I've done so far.

Mauh,
Serena

Bondage Fantasy, Part 6

He slowly slides away from me. The smell of man and sex hanging in the air. My head is spinning. My throat is raw. My chest is still heaving from the last assault.

"water" I croak out.

I feel the bed give and a straw at my lips

"poor baby" Tom whispers "are you thirsty?"

He chuckles as I gulp down water. Running his hands gently over my heated skin, re-igniting fires through my body. I finish the water and he moves the glass away. I feel the bed give as he moves above my head. His hands still roaming over my body, my breasts, my arms, my face, my throat. As his hands roam I feel others start at my feet. Slowly working their way up. Gently touches make me shiver. The air is heavy with the smell of sex. All I can hear is gentle breathing. Makes me nervous, I can't figure out what they are planning next. I feel breath on my face. Someone gives me a gentle kiss on my cheek, nuzzles my ear and starts driving me crazy with their tongue in my ear. Dropping kisses down my neck, hair brushing along with the kisses. Wait, hair? the lips are so soft, is it a women? Whomever it is, they smell great. Their clean fresh scent cutting through the thick smell of sex and sweat. The lips disappear, I feel the bed give again and a hard cock slide in me. As that happens I feel a mouth on each breast. Teasing my nipples. As the first orgasm starts to build I feel Toms hands on my throat again. Massaging, tightening. The heat within me is building unbelievably. The cock moves faster and faster. Suddenly I can feel Tom's thumbs press down on my racing pulse. I can feel the blood pulsing in my head, I immediately start to feel light headed. It's hard to breath. I feel like I'm racing as hard as possible, my body plunging harder and harder. I'm starting to tire, my body getting weaker. The orgasm swamps me, the heat washes over me. I'm dying.

The best 24 hours ever: Part 4

this last part is a very new experiance for me....

So, we decide to have some fun. she's told to strip, which she does. Now understand, that she is an S&M Sub. She already has bruises and red marks on her body from the fun she had last night. She's tied up and spanked repeatedly with a small paddle while I'm forced to watch. Since I've never been into pain, this is hard for me to watch. My first instinct is to make them stop, but she was obviously enjoying it. The Drummer and the Dom take turns giving her what she wants. Then they make me do it. I was surprisingly good at it, but it was weird. I've never hit a women, I don't know if I liked it, I'm still trying to figure that out. It gave me a different perspective on the lifestyle. I'm still very new to it. I'm still trying to figure out what I like and what I don't.

well it was an odd ending to an amazing 24 hours. I came so much that I wasn't horny for 2 days afterwords. Which for me, is a really long time!

The best 24 hours ever: Part 3

ok so, here it is, Saturday Morning, we wake up, make some more lovely puddles. Man I love cumming. ok, we finally get up, shower try and air out the bed. lol. So the drummer told me the day before that he had plans to go hang with a friend and play scrabble. she's a friend he plays with and she also has another friend in down from NY. The NY guy is a completely sadistic dom. and she is a person who thrives from pain. Anyway, he asks if I want to go. sounds like fun, I love scabble so I say sure. We go, play scrabble, which I win, How I'll never know. I'm playing against a college prof and 2 college grads. I'm just a chick. I'm not saying I'm stupid, I know I'm smart but it kinda blew my mind.

We set up to play another game when we realize that the dog needs to go out. So, she takes him out leaving me alone with the drummer and the dom. The Dom looks at me and tells me to come to him. I do, I'm interested in seeing what this dom sub thing is like with someone so demanding. He pulls up my shirt and trys for my nipples, but the bra is to tight. He tells me to take it off. which I do and come back to him. He starts to pinch my nipples, hard, which hurts and makes me tear up and then cry out. The drummer explains to him that I'm super senstative and can't handle pain. He then starts telling the dom about how responsive I am and askes him if he wants to see. The dom says sure, looks at me and tells me to strip. I do and they tell me to lay on the floor. I do and the drummer, knowing my body so well, makes me cum in about 12 seconds. I squirt hard. After a moment, a very short moment, to recover. The Dom tells me to get up on my knees. He makes me stay there for a while, I don't know maybe 15 min. It hurts. In the meantime, she comes back with the dog. "did I miss something?" she askes?

The best 24 hours ever: Part 2

so, after cumming puddles and a lovely little nap. More puddles!!! woohoo, gotta love the drummer's stamina. He never gets tired. Well he has to go to band practice and I had made plans with some friends for "Game Night". Usually ends up being some excuse to just hang out and drink. Not that we're alcoholics by any means but that's what ends up happening. So, after figuring out how to get from the drummer's to my friend's house, which wasn't as bad as I thought. We did an alcohol run (mmmmm vodka) and pizza run and we were back to play this ridiculous game, Kings. Yes, it's just a stupid drinking game, but as the 4 of us are pretty silly, it's a lot of fun. The end result, we got way drunk. My one friend is always smart enough to stay sober to drive home, cause he's the only one who drives over. he's good about giving me a ride. (love ya honey). In the meantime, we're sitting outside, drunk and smoking. I'm texting the drummer, we'd planned that I'd come back over after his band practice. My friend, being the sweet guy that he is, dropped me off and I'm back.

Now I'm drunk, I'm a silly drunk, I have no filter between my brain and my mouth so whatever I'm thinking, I'm saying out loud. Can get annoying so I try not to. Was I being annoying that night? don't know, you'd have to ask him. I can usually remember most things when I'm drunk, don't black out, don't loose large chunks of time like some. so I remember getting there. Promptly stripping (I think), cause somehow I ended up sitting naked in his big comfy plether chair eating cheese danish? Next thing I know he's bending over me, his fingers slide right into me, I cum so hard I squirt everywhere. I think his rug is still a little damp. Well I'm happy but getting tired so I figure, I'm going to sleep. He's tired, he says, I'll be in there in a few. My head hits the pillow and I'm out cold. (Hope I wasn't snoring).

according the drummer, he comes to bed, lays down next to me and as soon as our bodies brush against each other I start moaning. This is what he says, though I believe it. I have very sensitive skin and basically, I'm always horny. I wake up to an orgasm ripping through me. I have no idea how many I had, I don't know how long they lasted, but they were amazing!!! the best way to wake up. Try it sometime.

We pass out again and sleep through till morning.

Bondage Fantasy, Part 5

Breath, in, out, in out. The aftershocks are ripping through me.

before I can recover, the hands are on me again, are they different? they feel different. One palm, laid flat on my stomach, pressing down. More fingers slide in me. The pressure is so great, I can hardly stand it. The weight of him pushing down, his fingers pushing up, pressing on my gspot. So exposed, the pleasure is so intense. I feel it building inside me again. My juices sliding around his fingers, run down my ass, soaking into the bed. I cry out again and again as the orgasms rip through me, one after another. 4 or 5 or 20 I just don't know. They won't stop coming.

My lungs desperately trying to get air, my chest is heaving with the effort, my heart pounding.

Suddenly it's gone, as if he was never there. As my system tries to recover from the last assault. A tongue starts to gently test my clit, a different mouth covers each breast, teasing each nipple hard. A mouth covers mine. Working my lips open, slipping his tongue inside, teasing, tempting. Swallowing my sighs of satisfaction. The mouth on my clit starts to tease more, nipping just enough to make me squirm.

I hear a small rip, and the mouth on my clit dissapears and is replaced by the head of a condom sheathed cock. It nuzzles my clit and settles on the opening to my pussy. Teasing, waiting.

Achingly slow, the cock slides into me. It's smaller, not little, not big. When it gets all the way in, the head of his cock runs right over my gpot. Like magic, every move he makes rubs me, I start cumming in rapid succession as he moves in me, slowly and then harder and harder. he drops his head to my left breast, suckling and fucking me. The sensations are so overwhelming. My body is writhing below him. The weight of him on me is amazing. I'm not only tied down but held down by his strength. Just when I think I've had enough, he speeds up and builds a huge orgasm, my body on fire, sometimes I'm screaming, sometimes I can't breath at all. It's so intense I can feel the tears running down my face. It rips me in two. Collapsing with him, my pussy squirting around his cock, his cock pulsing within me.

The best 24 hours ever

Well, I had a fun day. So, I lost my job recently. As much as that sucks, the stress of that job had been weighing me down for so long it is such a relief. This also means I have a lot of time on my hands. Hence, posting so many times. Hey, I gotta have a hobby right.

So Yesterday, I text my friend. "The Drummer" I call him that, because, well he is one, and a damn good one at that. He hasn't been feeling good for a few days. And while I'm damn sorry to hear that, I'm sad. He is by far, the best lover I've had. (and I'm not just saying that cause he's going to be reading this!) Well here I am sitting at home, board, don't feel like doing anything productive. Honestly, I just want to get laid. I need to cum. And he loves to make me cum, which makes me happy, which makes him happy.... and so on and so forth. You get the picture. He says to me, well, I'm still not feeling well, but if you want to get out of the house and come and hang out, that's cool. I have band practice later and I need to take a nap but you can bum around.

I figure, it's got to be more fun that just doing that at my house so what the hell. I take the train, to the train and he pics me up, we pick up lunch and settle in. Have some food, watch some tube. I look at him, he looks tired. I'm trying to be good here, trying not to tempt him. I figure, i could nap with him. If not sex, then at least a nice cuddle session would be great. I love to cuddle, but I gotta at least take the bra off. Hate sleeping in my bra. He looks at me, raises and eyebrow and says. I think you should get naked. Well, who am I to argue so I strip, lay down on his bed and relax. He comes to bed, snuggles in next to me and wraps his arms around me, spooning. I'm thinking, this is nice. I can do this. It doesn't always have to be about sex right? He knows how sensitive my skin is and it doesn't get nearly enough attention so he starts running his hand up and down my body. Shoulder, arm, stomach, hip, thigh, slowly, gently. Ok, this is about to kill me. I'm trying not get actively horny, he said he was tired right? This is just snuggling right? His hand wanders down to my ass cheek. trailing his fingers over my sensitive flesh. Runs his hand up and cups my breast. I shiver, a moan escapes my lips, oh please don't just be teasing me.

thank you, he's not just teasing, he knows I'm ready, very very ready. He slides back down, spreads me open and makes me cum puddles. woohoo!!

and that was just the beginning of a very fun 24 hours... but I'm tired and I will fill you in later with the rest.

Bondage Fantasy, Part 4

I can't see, but I can hear, I hear laughter and footsteps. I hear liquid on ice.

I can't see, but I can smell, I smell man and something.... else?

"drink!"

a straw is pressed to my lips, thank you, I'm so thirsty. I take a big drink, swallowing on reflex but it isn't water. Vodka? Maybe, I'm not good at name that alcohol. After the first swallow I stop.

"DRINK!"

I suck more down until the glass is empty. I hear the unmistakable sound of a lighter.

"Smoke?"

I nod my head as a lit cigarette is held to my mouth. I inhale deeply.

"You're mine to do with what I want, do you understand?"
"yes" the sound whispers out of my mouth

"DO NOT SPEAK! YOU ARE MINE AND YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD! Do you understand?"

I nod my head yes.

"That's good, understand this" he comes close to my ear, whispering in a silky voice "No one can hear you, you can scream for help for days... and no one will come and save you. You Are Mine"

My body starts to shake, tears leak out of my eyes unbidden. He moves away and with no warning there is a mouth on each nipple, one hot, one with ice, I gasp as the sensations run through my body. Another mouth lands on my clit, fingers slide in my wet and waiting pussy. They slide in and out slowly, but picking up speed. I'm on fire. My body clenches and writhes. They move faster, slamming in and out of my pussy. I can't breath, fireworks on my eyelids as I thrash against my restraints. So much heat, so much pressure....

my back arches as I let go, the cum squirts out of me, drenching the bed, the face between my thighs. My breathing is ragged, like I've run a marathon. The aftershocks are huge, I fall back on the bed, shaking and completely under. It's all I can do to breath. Just Breath.

Bondage Fantasy, Part 3

I feel my arms free, the leather still on them but released, then my legs. They are shaking, they pull me from the van and stand me up, I can't walk, i can hardly stand. My arms are being pulled behind me, tied together, the straps laced up my arms. I can't move them at all. The shaking continues as I start to whimper. I hear footsteps so many of them, i don't know how many people are there.

Someone is standing in front of me. He smells of all man, he reaches around me to check my arms and I realize, he's big. no I mean, really big, his chest hits my nose. he's gotta be at least 6'6", his chest, pressed against me for a moment, is like iron.

Suddenly he pulls back. i feel hands grasp my arms and shoulders and pick me up off the ground, just a few inches. More hands grab my ankles and spread them apart. I feel something heavy attached to my ankles. and they put me down.

it's hard to stand. my legs are so far apart, I can't put them together, something is keeping them apart. What have I gotten myself into? The shaking gets more intense, they men behind me hold onto me to keep me upright. The big guy has not moved at all. I feel his hands start to touch lightly through my shirt. Does he knows its driving me crazy? but i hear his breathing getting harder, maybe it's making him a little crazy too..... Is that good or bad?

He steps back and without a word I'm lifted into the air, being carried... to where I don't know. Down some stairs, that's about all I can tell. I'm set down again, my arms are held tight. I feel the big guy again, right in front of me.

With a terrifying roar, he rips my shirt open and off my shoulders. It's caught by my tied arms and he leaves it and me for a moment. When he returns, I feel something cold on my skin. Metal?

"do you know what this is?"

I shake my head no, my stomach is in my throat. I know what it is....

his laughter rolls over me, he runs the metal up my arm, under what is left of the shirt and quickly slices it off me with the knife. He quickly dispenses with the shirt. His warm palm grazing my nipple, then his hot, wet mouth on my nipple.

I cry out, the pleasure is so intense it is almost painful. He drops to his knees. I can feel him slide the knife up my leg until the very tip is just resting on my clit. The cold against the very hot is mind numbing. I try not to move, he lifts the knife and in one stroke he slices the skirt off me. the Knife is gone and his fingers take it's place. Gently exploring, finding me wet and ready, my body is shaking so hard i can't stand. they men holding my arms are keeping me from falling.

His fingers thrust into me, releasing the geyser of cum, I sprays down, runs down my legs. He slams his fingers in an out of me until I'm spent. As I start to collapse the two behind me pick me up and carry me to what I can only assume is a bed. They lay me on it, face down, untie my hands, flip me over and use the leather to tie my hands spread eagle to the bedposts. They remove the spacer bar and do the same to my feet. I feel the bed give as the big guy sits down between my parted legs and buries his face in my pussy. She is still wet and quivering from the last assault.

"mmmm, just love a tasty pussy.... Does anyone else loves a tasty pussy?"

Bondage Fantasy, Part 2

Dark....

Hot....

Hands....

oh god, I can feel hands all over me, my heart is pounding, my body shaking. as the van speeds up, i feel leather. on my wrists, on my ankles. Suddenly the hands are gone and my arms pull out and above my head, my legs spread open, i can't move them, I can't move at all.

Heated breath, I feel it on my thighs, a tickle of something, a beard? i don't know. i can't see. I can't see. The hot moist breath travels up and up...

HEAT

LUST

LONGING

His mouth lands on my clit and sets it on fire. I feel something enter me. fingers? maybe 2, I'm just not sure, I feel violated but so overcome by heat I just don't care. The fingers and mouth start to move, slowly and then gently faster. My back arches and I know I'm about to cum when he stops. The whimper comes out of me before I could stop it.

"not yet"
"stop teasing her" another voice whispers

My body is on fire, I want more but afraid of asking.

the van rolls to a stop, I hear a garage door open the van move and then close. Where am I? I feel hands glide over my heated skin. Everything in me shivers as I press my body against the hands. I want more, I need more.

"not Yet" the voice repeats, his breath teasing my ear. "not yet"

Bondage Fantasy, Part 1

This is something I would love to experience....

My friend Tom is a good friend, he knows what I like, so when I got this text.. I was excited.

"I have a surprise for you, meet me at my house Saturday 6pm"

I sent back "ok"

I knew better then to ask him why, or for details. I know he did this 4 days in advance so I could fantasize about what he had planned. I could barely sleep at night with the wondering.

Saturday rolls around and I'm so excited. I can't wait. I'm so anxious that I get to his house half an hour early. I pull up in the driveway, not knowing what to do. I see the curtains move as he peaks out at me. I feel flush, the heat of not knowing what is going to happen next...Closing my eyes, trying to calm myself, but I can feel my panties already damp with anticipation. Suddenly the door pops open and he smiles down at me.

"somehow I knew you'd be early"

he pulls me from the car and kisses me gently, then leads me to the house. Inside, he tells me to sit on the couch and he walks to the kitchen. Carrying 2 cosmos he comes back and hands me one.

"drink!"

I sip it, he gives me one hard look and I drink it faster. He hands me the second drink and I realize, he's not drinking, just me. He knows how fast these things go to my head, but I trust him so I do what he tells me. he comes back with 1 more and now I've had 3 in half an hour.

"it's time"

I stand, he takes my empty glasses to the kitchen and comes back with a bag. first thing out of the bag is a blindfold. I can't see anything. but I can feel his breath on my skin. shivering from the heat I feel his hands on me, he takes my shoes, my socks, my shirt, my jeans, my panties are soaked, he can smell my scent. Finally I'm naked, waiting. I can hear him reach into the bag again and I feel something on my skin. Wait, he put a shirt on me. I don't understand. he pulls the button up shirt closed and buttons it. He has me step into a skirt. I can feel my nipples being brushed by the shirt, sending flashes of heat through me. he has me step into slippers and then leads me forward. I'm so confused, down the stairs, in the garage? I hear a car door open. He stops me from walking forward and suddenly I feel hands all over me. they pull me inside what must be a van. the door slams shut and the engine roars to life, i hear the garage door open and the van starts moving....

End Part 1

Where to start?

I’ve always know that I was different. I know everyone says that, but it’s hard to explain. I guess it starts when what you feel is natural; the response is “you’re so weird”. It puts you on a road. A path that never seems to end, I know, I’m only 30 but sometimes I feel lost and sometimes I try to remember that I’m found.

I start this story to help me find my way, maybe to help explore the inner workings of my mind without judgment. Well, I suppose there will be some judgment, as I am hardest on myself.

Ok, here is reality; I have the highest sex drive of anyone I know. I can cum for hours, rest and start all over again. I know no one who can keep me sated. People laugh you know, like that’s a problem. It is a problem when a man thinks of you as whore because you want sex more than he does. Women in this day and age have to contend with different mindsets. Like sex to much, you’re a slut and a whore. Don’t like it enough, you’re frigid. Who are you? Who am I? Why is it "ok" for men to sleep around with anyone and anything that moves, but for a woman to enjoy multiple lovers they are a slut?

On that train of though, Men that enjoy fucking, revel in it, and will do things with women that they would never consider doing with their wives? Instead of finding the right women for their life and compatible for their sex life they find what they’ve been programmed to think they want. They want the perfect Barbie doll wife and when they get it, they discover they are still not happy. They cheat on their wives to find the sexual pleasure they need instead of finding a wife that will satisfy him?

It baffles the mind.....