Tales to excite, arouse and titillate…

Month: June, 2012


It was my first time with a girl. I remember it as clear as day, as though it happened yesterday; maybe that’s because it was with the girl I later fell in love with and then subsequently lost through tremendous and never forgotten heartbreak, or maybe its because, like all first times, they imprint somewhere on your brain and remain there in vivid colour.

We met at college. The first time I saw her I hated her. I hated her arrogance, her confidence, her swagger. She was so unbelievably rude. She barely spoke to me, looked at me as though I was nothing to her and continued to do so, despite hanging in the same social circles.

It was exactly that behaviour that had me hooked. There was something about her, unlike any of the other girls I’d like or gotten with. I’d kissed girls before, teased them, made out with them, groped them, but never pushed that boundary. I guess like everyone else, I was afraid of rejection. Fooling about with friends when you’re tipsy is a bit different to going the full hog and showing them what you want to do with them.

Her nonchalance annoyed me. I knew I was attractive, fun to be around, an easy conversationalist and funny at times, so why was she paying me so little attention. I fought in conversations to pose questions to her, to spend time with her. She wasn’t having any of it.

One night we were out at a gig, watching a friends band play at a pub. It wasn’t a big event and as we were walking I told her, Id have her. She laughed and said she knew I wouldn’t, I wasn’t enough for her. I told her I’d pin her and she asked what the hell I meant. I slammed her against the wall of the building we were passing, pushed my crotch and tits into her, leant in, my lips nearly touching hers. And then I heard it, the anticipated breathing. And I knew that second, I’d got her.

I pushed back off the wall and carried on walking smiling to myself, I glanced back to see her staring at the floor, smiling, knowing she’d let that guard down and I was in. That night we kissed for the first time, later. It was a violent kiss, almost an assault on her lips – A demonstration that I could have her, and would, in time.

A week later she was in my bed. Laid out and staying over. I had no idea what I was doing. I sat on top of her kissing her, looking at her, thinking of how I was with guys, was it the same, did the same rules apply. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ears. She groaned. So that works, I ran my hands over her breasts, thinking how I liked it, I squeezed them gently, cupping them, pulling them together and kisses the ridges they made, licking the line of her cleavage. She wriggled underneath me, pushed her boobs up to me. Responded with harder kisses, digging her nails in my back.

I undressed myself, down to my pants, sat back astride her, pushing my tits in her face. Confidence was the only way forwards. Her eyes lit up at the sight of my piercings and she pulled them towards her, nipping them between her fingers and sucking them, swirling her tongue. I tried to concentrate on what she did, how it felt. Pulling her tops off and ripping off her jeans. She undid her bra and lay back down.  I kissed down her neck, across her chest, around her nipples. She sighed and groaned, I flicked my tongue over her hard nip, around it, pulled it gently between my teeth. She pulled me hair when I sucked them, I sucked harder, flicking my tongue over the tip and she dug her hands in my back.

I ran my hands over her stomach; her hand gripped my butt as my hand grazed the top of her frenchies. I moved up the inside of her thigh tickling, kissing her, trying not to think to much. Then my fingers glanced over her lips, and dampened as I felt her knickers, drenched.

I gasped out loud, rubbing my fingers over the wetness, pressing harder, feeling my finger dip between her lips through her knickers. She dug her nails in, pushed her crotch forwards. I started to panic, what if I couldn’t get her there, what if… I was no good.

I pulled back, she looked almost upset, and I smiled a cheeky grin, grabbing a scarf off the floor I grabbed her hands, pushing them against my metal bed-frame and began to tie them. I had to make it memorable. I had to make her so turned on, it didn’t matter what I did. She struggled and wriggled, I smiled, dancing my tits in front of her, before kissing down her stomach. I could smell her cunt.

It smelt like my fingers did after I’d played with myself, a musky scent, sweet and rich. I ran my fingers over her, around her knicker line and slipped a finger underneath. She was so wet. I couldn’t believe how randy I was. I ran my fingers up and down her slit, glancing over her clit. She still struggled with her hands, writhing in the bed. I slipped a finger just inside her, darting it in and out. She pushed her hips towards me, trying to push me in, and then I dipped it deeper, pressing up onto the inside of her snatch.

She moaned, I worked her as I liked, slow hard caresses of her g spot, pulling in and out slowly, twisting my fingers at the knuckle. My hand was soaked my fingers wet, my hand aching with the strain. I lowered myself to her, kissed her clit through her knickers, and then ripped them off.

She lay bare in front of me, exposed; legs wide open for me to see. Her cunt was beautifully pink, flushed with blood and glistening wet. Her lips were full, brighter, and her clit swollen. I sucked her lips, feeling them between mine, tasting her for the first time, feeling her cum touch my nose and make my lips, wet.

I ran my tongue up to her cit and slipped a finger back inside, I flicked it with my tongue. Heard her gasp, and started a fast rhythm, glancing over it again and again. I wish id taken it slower, my jaw ached, my tongue knackered so quickly, but all I could taste was her. All I could smell was her musk, her own scent, feel her getting wetter and wetter. I upped tempo and pace, thrusting my fingers harder. She’d wriggled a hand free and grabbed mine; thrusting it into her, don’t stop. Harder, she guided me.

I worked her again and again, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter, dying to feel her pulse around my finger. And then it came, I felt the walls of her pussy swell, grip my fingers, her back arch, her legs shake, she gripped me tighter and tighter, screaming out, teasing her nipples with her free hand. Her clit danced on and off my tongue, I tried to keep it in place, keep the spot.

Suddenly there was a rush of cum, swimming over my fingers; her pussy pulsed, hard, rhythmically beating around me. I eased off, slowed. ‘Don’t stop’, she screamed and I pounded her again, she wriggled and writhed, gripping my two fingers so tight, finally her body tensing one last time, she fell back, her brow sweating, her hands relaxed on her tits, and I slid my fingers in and out of her slowly.

I took them out, licking the cum off them for her to see, ran my tongue up from her arse to her clit, lapping her up. She tasted, like heaven. It was then I realised, how much I loved it. I stared deep into her eyes, looked over her body, beautifully curvaceous. I kissed her, her tongue finding mine, sucking them cum from it. I pulled back and looked at her. I was so into her, I wanted her again- then. I was addicted, to her taste, to her smell, to her cunt. Id found a new passion, my new favourite hobby, and discovered a whole new me, I couldn’t wait to explore again, and again, and again…


“Are you a sex addict? Being addicted to something that it interferes with your everyday life, causes you to interrupt your normal routine in some way. You think about this and obsess over it, needing it as well as wanting I”… “I cant be, sex doesn’t get in the way of my life, it is my life”




…My fingers won’t reach, I’m stretching as much as I can and they won’t. My legs up round my head, spread eagled as wide as can be, my pelvis tilted higher and yet I can’t do it. I can’t get deep enough…. I want them in me, hard, as deep as they can go, ramming me relentlessly, pushing hard on my g spot. I want my clit sucked, and flicked, licked and teased as only a tongue can do. I want my pussy stretched, three fingers straight, impaling me faster still. I want my nipples sucked and nibbled, hard and unrelenting, nipped between two fingers, squeezed…. Cums running down my hand…. I want my tits gripped, tugged, bruised by firm hands. I want fingers in my arse, deep, working in time with my cunt, stretching and pounding my anus. I want my cunt slapped hard, stinging, spat on, whipped. I want a rock hard cock deep in my throat, choking my breathing, my face fucked while I play… My cunts throbbing round my fingers… I want to be rimmed, a tongue inserted in my arse, tickling that perfect spot. I want to be choked, two hands around my throat, pushing hard, restricting my air. I want a girl sat on my face, rubbing her cunt on me, her clit dancing over my tongue, inserted in her. I want her arsehole half an inch from my face, to rim and lick and tickle…My chest is flushed I can hardly breathe… I want my hair pulled and yanked, pulling my head back. I want my arse smacked and spanked till there are pink hard prints all over it. I want to be whipped, till I cry out for mercy. I want you here, to pleasure me. I want you to feel how wet I am, how wet you make me. I want you to do this to me…Fuck, I’m close, i’m so fucking close…I want you to feel my pussy grip and pulse around your fingers, I want to bite you, to dig my nails in you, to show how good it feels. I want to scream your name and moan and groan, and cover you in my cream. I want you here, to see how good this feels. I want you here to watch me play with myself. I want you here to watch me cum…


“A dirty book is rarely dusty.” ~ Anon.

rope dress



I’d told him what to do, how I wanted it, what to be like. Not the details the real specifics, I wanted him to take control of that, but how I wanted to feel. Degraded, trapped, helpless… vulnerable. I sat watching telly, the back of the sofa towards the door. He walked in from behind and I put my hands up to touch him behind me, when I felt something slip over my hands, I didn’t struggle or move. It was coarse, thick, tight -rope rubbing against my skin. He pulled hard and I stood up turning around to look at him. Don’t look at me. He grunted.

I stood, and he yanked my arms behind my back, pulling them tight together, before loved my front. It pressed hard against my chest above my breasts, he wrapped it around fastening it at the back, before looping again under my breasts, tight across my ribs, pulling my arms in harder behind my, closer to my sides. He pulled my hair and pushed my towards the bedroom. My arms already began to ache slightly, being pulled, my breathing laboured slightly from the tight ropes across my chest. I stopped in front of the bed. He pushed my over, slamming me down onto the mattress, pulling my head up behind me.

This is what you wanted he said in a deep voice. And now you’ll feel what its like to be fully exposed. The roped was hanging down against my arse, he pulled on it hard, grabbing my feet together by the big toes and holding them, as he wrapped rope and knots around my ankles. My face was rammed into the bed, I turned it to breathe, my hair over my face.

He stopped faffing and  I tried to straighten out, relax my back being arched and pulled by my hands. The rope had secured my feet to my hands, I wriggled, twisted, rolling onto my side looking up at him. He laughed as I struggled to turn to see him before he walked out of my eye line. I heard a snip, a rip of cloth, suddenly he was tearing and cutting my top from me, from under the ropes, he yanked hard pulling me across the bed with it, as they came off, cutting my knickers off me. I squealed trying to get away, feeling ever more exposed, powerless laying on the bed.

He pulled back on my hair, lifting my head off the bed and rolling me onto my front. My legs ached with the strain of the ropes, tight around my skin, bruising me slowly. I yelled as he yanked harder, nibbling my ear, and suddenly a splintering pain on my arse, as his belt came down hard across it.

I screamed out, my skin pricking, sticking as though a razor had gone across, the skin hot and swelling. Whore, he said slamming it down again. My legs tensed, my back, my arms strained, I had no way of getting anything between me and him.

Fuck, I shouted as it came down again, on the other butt cheek. He loosened his grip on my hair and then shoved my head into the bed, my nose hurt slamming into the bed sheets. I laid breathing deeply, trying to hold my breath to hear what was happening, the anticipation burning inside me. My feet were up, facing the ceiling, suddenly something was scratching the bottom of my foot. It made my toes curl, my legs quiver.  I cried, and jiffled as best I could, hearing him laugh behind me.

“Your smiling”, he said, walking around in front of me, he undid his trousers, dropping them down and pulling his cock out of his boxers, “I’ll soon wipe that smile off your face”. He pulled me towards the edge of the bed. “Suck it”, he demanded. I tried to reach my head up I licked the end, straining to get his cock near me. I wanted it so bad.

The air was tickling my cunt, cold against my hot cum between my thighs. I had goosebumps, tense – wanting him. He got hold of my hair. “Open and stick your tongue out.” My mind was racing, I was hogtied, bound. helpless, and all I wanted was his dick in my mouth. To feel it in against my tongue, getting harder, throbbing as I worked it.

I did as he said and he shoved his dick deep into my throat. I gagged, choked, spot running down my chin. He fucked slowly I looked up at him as best I could. “Are you enjoying this?” He asked, I nodded as best I could, a mouthful of cock, slamming the back of my throat as he thrust harder. I felt cheap, being used, fucked in the mouth for his benefit. I could feel his eyes on me, staring at my arse, my muscles reddened from the ropes,  my tits and nipples, the spit running from my chin.

He pulled out, I gasped for breath as he slapped his cock on my cheek, against the flat of my tongue. He walked around behind me, suddenly pulling me towards him. He stood above me again with his cock, and ran his hands, fingernails digging into me, down my stomach. I clenched my teeth, feeling my skin pull and rip under this fingers. He ran his hand down to my cunt, gently flashing over it, I groaned, tried to relax, ignore the aching of my joints, the pull of my muscles.

He stroked gently, caressing my lips running his hand over my arse. Suddenly a sharp sting, he smacked my cunt with the palm of his hand. My cunt throbbed, stung, my legs tried to pull together. He slid his hand behind me under my arse to between my thighs again, slipping his finer into my wet spot. “Fuckkkk” he said, feeling the cum around his fingers, how much I was enjoying it. I smiled, as he shoved two fingers deep inside me, he pushed his cock closer to me, leaning over me so he could reach. I took his bell end in my mouth and suck hard, swirling my tongue over his head, working the tip. He fingered me hand, unrelenting, deeper and deeper, driving his fingers straight into me. I started to shake, felt the cum pool between my legs, moaned with his cock in my mouth – gasped for air. He worked my g spot harder and harder, till I shook, my whole body shaking, my legs spasming – my mouth gripping his cock.

He pulled his fingers out and his cock, suddenly shoving the fingers into my mouth, I sucked them hard, licking all the cum off them, loving the taste of me, as he untied some knots behind me. Suddenly I felt my arms and legs loosen, I stretched my legs forward,s till tied together but no longer to my hands. He pulled me up, stood me, I wobbled my feet tied together, my hands still behind my back. He bent me forward, pulled the ropes around my hands and thrust into me.

I wasn’t expecting it, my cunt tensed around him. He fucked me hard, pounding me till I came, a few times, my legs numbing from standing, my arms sore from being pulled, fucking me, pulling my hair, telling me how dirty I was, what a whore I was, how I was loving this, he could tell by how wet I was… Ruining me properly.

He finished, I collapsed on the bed, panting as he untied me, slowly, kissing the places the ropes had been, I moved and stretched, everything aching, deliciously. My cunt pounded and pulsed, the blood flow strong from my last orgasm. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, feeling exhausted. He’d done me proud.


Naked on your sheets, take yourself in hand

Rub yourself slowly, gently if you can

Work yourself harder, think of me and groan

Grip, squeeze and smile, Whisper my name and moan

Lay back and shiver, cover yourself in cream

Close your eyes and think of me, your favourite little dream


“Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” ~ Itsby Stevintary