Believe it or not, I slept in until nearly 6 a.m. I am shocked. It was daylight when I woke up! Crazy. So the poll's a bit later than usual this morning. You can enjoy these deviant little delights (I know I did) until Wednesday at midnight, when the poll closes. Tell your friends, your neighbors, your pilates instructor: Don't Forget to Vote!
Entry #1: Suspension
The tug of the lacing made my breathe catch, breasts arch upward. Hooks of metal were bound through the tender flesh at my back. Silken tickles along my spine with every push-pull of ribbon. They were doing me up to hang.
My pink and gold ribbon choices offset the shooting pain at my shoulders. They drew the ribbons tighter, told me to take deep breathes. Tying me in for a wild ride on the wind. My skin grew compliant, still stretching in back while tight against my ribs. Moving my red hair upwards to get to the shoulders. I existed in rows of six down my spine set on fire.
Then they eased me out of the chair. I couldn't walk with my arms in full swing, each swagger a pinch, a pluck down my spine towards my pussy. It was time for the big hook now. A lowering of metallic grinding behind me, standing mutilation. A quick scrap of metal on metal at my back I would kill to see it. All there is is feel.
My tiptoes leave the cold concrete. Hoisted and trussed with a thickness building in my miraculous beating heart. Sweat pools in my navel and I lift my arms outwards to the crowd below watching my ascension. To fly is the greatest gift of all.
Every bit aches with delicious abandonment.
Freedom from restraints.
My pussy clenches to the rhythm of the crowd clapping below me and I know no limits.
Entry #2: REST STOP QUICKIE
I'm at Kristin's mercy. She's blindfolded me and is leading me from the car.
Kristin tells me to walk forward a few steps. We're pulled off at a rest stop in Kentucky, on our way to Florida. I put my hand out and she pulls it down from the side of the trailer.
"Keep your hands to yourself," she says harshly. I like it and it sends a shutter through my already trembling body. I get this way whenever she does something kinky like this.
"Okay," she says. "Stand still for a moment."
I hear her shuffling about to my left and it seems like an eternity until she speaks again.
"Back up a bit," Kristin says. I take two awkward steps and nearly topple over but thankfully she's there to guide me. "Stop."
I feel her cool hands on my left wrist and then suddenly there's something else there. She tightens it around my wrist and then there's the cold metal of one of the handles on the trailer. She's tying my wrist to the trailer. She repeats the process with my right wrist.
"What is that?" I ask.
"Shoelaces," Kristin says, her voice low and throaty. She's working my jeans open, then yanking them and my boxers down.
"Are you kidding?" I ask.
"Ready?" she asks, but doesn't wait for my response before her mouth engulfs my cock.
Entry #3: Virgin No More
I was no virgin. I had never given head before so he started calling me “little virgin”. I hated it. He asked me to do it every time we fucked. I turned him down every time. One night we were watching porn and I decided to give it a try.
In one of the scenes a woman was down on her knees in front of her man. She began licking him up one side of his shaft, flicked her tongue over the tip and back down the other side. She took his whole cock into her mouth and moved her head up and down, faster and faster.
I turned off the movie and got on my knees in front of him. I pulled down the waistband of his shorts. I almost stopped but he put his hand on my head and smiled at me. I began to kiss and lick him. He settled back to let me experiment and learn my way around. Every moan gave me more confidence.
I took him completely into my mouth. He gasped and laced his fingers through my hair. My fear was gone. He had total control and I loved it. Electricity went through my body straight to my clit. My head spun and I was transported someplace I had never been before. When he came, I wanted it. He shot against the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop. Smiling around his pulsing cock I thought “virgin no more.”
Entry #4: Her Wit's End
She thumped her hands against her keyboard.
"What's wrong?"
He dropped his hands onto her shoulders, massaging the knotted muscles. "I can't come up with anything."
"The laces one?"
She nodded.
His touch turned soothing and he pressed a kiss against her head. "Try a corset?"
The writer groaned. "Tried corsets, bondage, even untying shoelaces. Nothing works."
He urged her from her seat. "Come on," he murmured against her neck, lips warming the tender skin. "We'll come up with something". She followed behind him, distracted by her dilemma but willing to be seduced.
When he pressed a glass of whiskey-laced Seven-Up into her hand she laughed. "Trying to get me drunk?"
He nodded, grinning. She took a sip and trailed behind him once again.
Candlelight beckoned her into the bedroom. She stole a healthy swig of her drink before he removed it to the dresser. He pressed her hands to her sides when she tried to embrace him. "Wait."
He undressed her, tasting her skin as he revealed it. Her knees threatened to unlock when his beard brushed against her thigh. Once bare he laid her back, holding her hands against the bed.
"Not yet." His whisper tightened her nipples.
His mouth left a tingling trail down her torso. He breathed against her pussy, she arched, spreading her thighs. "Are you inspired yet?"
"Almost." She lifted her hips.
He nuzzled her, drawing forth a moan. "How 'bout now?"
"Closer."
He tasted her clit. "More?"
"Oh yes, I've got it!"
Entry #5: Unlaced
Unfamiliar atmosphere. Flashing lights, pounding music. Bodies in motion, pressed against each other. Don't normally frequent places like this, but I'm here at your invitation, looking for you, hopefully not in vain.
When I see you, relief rushes through me like an orgasm. Even though your back is turned, I'd know that ass anywhere. Clad in skin-tight black leather, moving in time to the music, it's enough to take my breath away.
As I approach through the crowd, I notice your shirt. White lace, nothing underneath but tanned skin. Tight across the back to show shoulder blade, waist. Long sleeves cling to your shapely arms, ruffles drape your wrists. I want to kiss the pulse hidden there.
Your thick black hair sways with your body. I reach and push it aside, kiss your neck. You don't turn, but I hear your greeting deep in your throat. My finger traces your spine from collar to leather edge, feeling the glimpses of skin. You press your ass back at me. I reach my arms around you, find your nipples poking eagerly at the fine open fabric, pinch them.
This sends a jolt to my clit. My hands roam across your chest and find the lacing that carefully holds the shirt closed. Slowly I loosen the strings, letting fingers stray to hot skin. Lower and lower. I find your navel, slowly sink into that puckered hole. Lust gets the better of me. I grab at leather, find your cock hard.
Entry #6: Pretty in Pink
The music was loud, its beat relentless, and I rocked my body to the fierce tempo as slashes of color from the club's flashing lights striped my figure. I knew he was watching. I saw him admiring me with a lustful stare that emboldened me. I let the music carry me toward him, toward the inevitable.
We didn't exchanged names, only smiles, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and we began to sway in time to the thumping rhythm. The friction of our dance teased my nipples into sensitive little points that craved even more contact. I ground my hips against his, feeling the firmness of his swollen cock—the promise of so much pleasure. I pressed my lips to his and moaned when he teased the tip of my tongue with his own. His hands roamed over my back, stroking my exposed flesh as his fingers wandered into the slit in the back of my silky fuchsia blouse.
I spotted the entrance to the ladies' room and urged him back toward it. We slipped inside and headed to the last stall. I pushed him up against the tiled wall and reached for his jeans. I gazed into his chocolate-brown eyes as I unzipped his pants, feeling my mouth water in anticipation. I peeled back the denim and gasped when I saw the cotton-candy pink lace panties stretched tight over his cock. It was so perfect and pretty, and all for me.
Entry #7: The Iceman Cometh
When I stumbled over the skate lace and went down, I should have rolled. Instead I landed straight on my butt. So undignified.
He skated toward me smoothly, totally in control. He looked concerned, but was that also the hint of a smile? He hoisted me up and said I should ice it right away.
In the office he retrieved the first-aid kit and handed over a disposable ice pack. I pressed it gingerly to the sore spot. His eyes lingered on my ass. My face burned and I struggled out of my parka. Instead of helping, he took the ice pack and held it to me. His touch made me shudder shamelessly. What can I say - it'd been a while, and he was so handsome.
"Lose these." He jerked my jeans halfway down my thighs, his hands groping my ass like he had every right to do so. Bending me over the desk, he slipped his fingers between my legs until my head spun and my pussy flooded. "Please," I begged. He grabbed my hips and buried his cock deep, drove into me mercilessly, mauling my ass to create a mirror image of the original bruise. When he pulled up my sweater and twisted my nipples, I came with a groan, convulsing uncontrollably.
When Dan gets home from his trip tomorrow he'll discover the marks, deliver me a whole new set for being such a desperate slut.
Next time I might fall again, on purpose, dizzy with desire.
Stop back soon to find out the theme for next week's contest! And to pour me another cup of coffee. Will ya, love?
XXX,
Alison
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