She likes to whisper in my ear during dinner.
“That girl across the table wants to fuck you. She told me the other day when her mouth was on my cunt.”
I smile and pretend I don’t hear her, but when she moves her hand to my thigh she can tell. She returns to the dinner conversation without losing a beat, her eyes moving around the room as she takes everything in.
“When was the last time you fucked my ass?”
I almost can’t make out the words, and she just smiles when she sits up again as if she had just said something funny. By the time dessert is served she’s blatantly rubbing my hard cock as she talks about work with someone across the table. When I can’t resist any longer I lean in pretend to push a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Go into the bedroom and lift your dress. And this time you don’t get to turn around at all until I’m back at the table.”
Her blush is almost imperceptible. When she excuses herself I have to dry her chair with my napkin before following.
Guy New York
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“I said no sweetie, now lay down and try and get some rest.” He couldn’t help but smile as he lay there eyes closed. He could picture her every movement. The way she sat back on heels. The way she skewed half of her mouth as she thought. And the way she gripped at the sheet while she pondered asking another question. “What is it sweetheart?” before he could finish speaking she blurted out “Why can’t I have a kiss?” Turning over he smiled at her his hand taking hers “Because sweetie I know you if I give you a kiss. You will want two. And if you want two you will want to play. And it’s not playtime. So lay down and try and get to sleep.”
I know I can do amazing things all on my own. I know it deep down and I’ve proven it to myself. I don’t need anyone to give me instructions or orders so that I might succeed and reach my goals.
However, I like it when my Dominant is there for me and when he does hold me accountable. Sometimes, I like to lean on him. Sometimes, I even need it.
But, the catch is, if he chooses to give me instructions, to test me, and to give orders then I expect him to also follow up. I expect consistency and consequences — punishments and rewards — I expect reciprocation, and that my effort will be mirrored back to me in some way.
I think many Dominants miss (or forget) this crucial idea. Dominance without follow-thru is meaningless. It’s lazy and breeds bad behavior on both sides.
Girl’s are amazing
I think we broke the notes…
i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”
THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES
WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY
This is awesome
Every time I watch Fight Club I fall even more deeply in love with it. It’s one of my favourite movies of all time.
Also every time I watch Fight Club I annoy my husband by yelling things like “FUCK I WOULD FUCK HIM FUCKING SENSELESS!!!!” and “I WOULD SIT ON HIS FACE UNTIL HE SUFFOCATED WHY IN THE FUCK IS HE SO HOT?!?!?!?” randomly during closeup shots of Brad Pitt’s face.
“I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.”